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A noble life, a simple faith

Author: A. S. Isaacs Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 14 hymnals Topics: Brotherhood and Service Used With Tune: EPSOM Text Sources: From Social Hymns

Father, I know that all my life

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 233 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Father, I know that all my life Is portion'd out by Thee; The changes that will surely come I do not fear to see: I ask Thee for a present mind, Intent on pleasing Thee. 2 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant watching wise, To meet the glad with joyful smiles, And to wipe the weeping eyes; A heart at leisure from itself, To soothe and sympathize. 3 I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, That seeks for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know: I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go. 4 Wherever in the world I am, In whatsoe'er estate, I have a fellowship with hearts, To keep and cultivate; A work of lowly love to do For Him on whom I wait. 5 I ask Thee for the daily strength, To none that ask denied, A mind to blend with outward life, While keeping at Thy side; Content to fill a little space, If Thou be glorified. 6 And if some things I do not ask, Among my blessings be, I'd have my spirit filled the more With grateful love to Thee; More careful, not to serve Thee much, But please Thee perfectly. Topics: Self-Consecration; Courage of Christians; God wonderful in providence; Goodness of God a ground of trust; Providence; Resignation

Christ, a True Friend

Author: Swain Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 25 hymnals First Line: A Friend there is, your voices join Lyrics: 1 A Friend there is, your voices join, Ye saints, to praise his name, Whose truth and kindness are divine, Whose love’s a constant flame. 2 When most we need his helping hand, This Friend is always near; With heaven and earth at his command, He waits to answer prayer. 3 His love no end or measure knows; No change can turn its course; Immutably the same, it flows From one eternal source! 4 When frowns appear to veil his face, And clouds surround his throne, He hides the purpose of his grace, To make it better known. 5 And if our dearest comforts fall Before his sovereign will, He never takes away our all – Himself he gives us still. 6 [Our sorrows in the scale he weighs, And measures out our pains; The wildest storm his word obeys; His word its rage restrains.] Topics: Offices and Characters of Christ

What is there here to court my stay

Author: C. Wesley Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 12 hymnals Topics: The Christian Life - The Hope of Heaven

“I Pray Not for These Alone.”

Author: Emily Taylor Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 9 hymnals First Line: "O, Not for these alone I pray," Lyrics: “O, Not for these alone I pray,” The dying Saviour said; Though on his breast that moment lay The loved disciple’s head; Though to his eye that moment sprung The kind, the pitying tear For those that eager round him hung, His words of love to hear. No, not for them alone he prayed;— For all of mortal race, Whene’er their fervent prayer is made, Where’er their dwelling-place. Sweet is the thought, when here we meet, His feast of love to share; And, ’mid the toils of life, how sweet The memory of his prayer!

Following After Jesus

Author: Gaskell Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 5 hymnals First Line: In vain we thus recall to mind Lyrics: In vain we thus recall to mind The cross our Master bore, Unless a holier strength we find, And love his spirit more. May we, like him, though thanked with ill; Insulted, and withstood, In hope and patience labor still To do our brethren good. Like him may we, unmurmuring, go Our heaven-appointed way, And learn, ’midst gathering storms of woe, “God’s will be done!” to say.

Al Trono de la Gracia, Ven

Author: John Newton; Sharon Vater Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal

God’s Way is on the Deep

Author: Anonymous Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 29 hymnals First Line: Thy way is on the deep, O Lord! Lyrics: Thy way is on the deep, O Lord! E’en there we’ll go with Thee; We’ll meet the tempest at Thy word, And walk upon the sea. Poor tremblers at His rougher wind, Why do we doubt Him so? Who gives the storms a path will find The way our feet shall go. A moment may His hand seem lost, Drear moment of delay;— We cry, “Lord, help the tempest-tost!” And safe we’re borne away. O happy soul, of faith divine! Thy victory how sure! The love that kindles joy is thine, The patience to endure.