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Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee

Hymnal: Hymnal #251 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick Lyrics: 1 Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee, And plead to be forgiven, So let Thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for heaven. 2 Help us, through good report and ill, Our daily cross to bear; Like Thee, to do our Father's will; Our brethren's grief to share. 3 Let grace our selfishness expel, Our earthliness refine; And kindness in our bosoms dwell, As free and true as Thine. 4 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, And grief's dark day come on, We, in our turn, would meekly cry, "Father, Thy will be done." 5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven O may we lead the pilgrim's life, And follow Thee to heaven. Languages: English

Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee

Hymnal: Hymnal #251 (1874) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick Languages: English

When our heads are bowed with woe

Hymnal: Hymnal #252 (1874) Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick Languages: English

Thou art my hiding place, O Lord!

Hymnal: Hymnal #253 (1874) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick Languages: English

Thy way, not mine, O Lord

Hymnal: Hymnal #254 (1871) Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick Lyrics: 1 Thy way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be: Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be or rough, It will be still the best; Winding or straight, it leads Right onward to Thy Rest 2 I dare not choose my lot; I would not if I might: Choose Thou for me, my God; So shall I walk aright. Take Thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill As best to Thee may seem; Choose Thou my good and ill. 3 Choose Thou for me my friends, My sickness or my health; Choose Thou my cares for me, My poverty or wealth. Not mine, not mine the choice In things or great or small; Be Thou my guide, my strength, My wisdom, and my all. Languages: English

Thy way, not mine, O Lord

Hymnal: Hymnal #254 (1874) Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick Languages: English

Thy will be done

Author: Charlotte Elliott Hymnal: Hymnal #256 (1871) Meter: Irregular Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick First Line: My God, my Father, while I stray Lyrics: 1 My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home in life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done." 2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not, Or breathe the prayer Divinely taught, "Thy will be done." 3 What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh, Submissive still would I reply, "Thy will be done." 4 If Thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize -- it ne'er was mine: I only yield Thee what was Thine -- "Thy will be done." 5 Let but my fainting heart be blest With Thy sweet Spirit for its Guest, My God, to Thee I leave the rest; "Thy will be done." 6 Renew my will from day to day, Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, "Thy will be done." Languages: English

My God, my Father, while I stray

Hymnal: Hymnal #256 (1874) Meter: Irregular Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick Languages: English

Whate'er my God ordains is right

Hymnal: Hymnal #257 (1871) Meter: Irregular Topics: Offices of the Church Visitation of the Sick Lyrics: 1 Whate'er my God ordains is right; His will is ever just; Howe'er He orders now my cause, I will be still and trust. He is my God; Though dark my road, He holds me that I shall not fall, Wherefore to Him I leave it all. 2 Whate'er my God ordains is right; He never will deceive; He leads me by the proper path, And so to Him I cleave, And take content What He hath sent; His hand can turn my griefs away, And patiently I wait His day. 3 Whate'er my God ordains is right; Though I the cup must drink That bitter seems to my faint heart, I will not fear nor shrink; Tears pass away With dawn of day; Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart, And pain and sorrow shall depart. 4 Whate'er my God ordains is right; My Light, My Life is He, Who cannot will me aught but good; I trust Him utterly; For well I know, In joy or woe, We soon shall see, as sunlight clear, How faithful was our Guardian here. 5 Whate'er my God ordains is right; Here swill I take my stand, Though sorrow, need, or death make earth For me a desert land. My Father's care Is around me there, He holds me that I shall not fall, And so to Him I leave it all. Languages: English