mine.
When falls the shadow cold of death,
I yet will sing, with parting breath,--
As comes to me or shade or sun,
Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!

265. P. M. Bowring.

Thy Will Be Done!

1 Thy will be done! In devious way
The hurrying stream of life may run;
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say
Thy will be done!

2 Thy will be done! If o'er us shine
A gladdening and a prosperous sun,
This prayer shall make it more divine:--
Thy will be done!

3 Thy will be done! Though shrouded o'er
Our path with gloom, one comfort, one,
Is ours,--to breathe, while we adore,
Thy will be done!

266. L. M. Mrs. Gilman.

A Father's Care.

1 Is there a lone and dreary hour,
When worldly pleasures lose their power;--
My Father! let me turn to Thee,
And set each thought of darkness free.

2 Is there a time of racking grief,
Which scorns the prospect of relief;
My Father! break the cheerless gloom,
And bid my heart its calm resume.

3 Is there an hour of peace and joy,
When hope is all my soul's employ;--
My Father! still my hopes will roam,
Until they rest with Thee, their home.

4 The noontide blaze, the midnight scene,
The dawn, or twilight's sweet serene,
The glow of health, the dying hour,
Shall own my Father's grace and power.

267. 7s. M. Heber.

Consider the Lilies.

1 Lo, the lilies of the field!
How their leaves instruction yield!
Hark to nature's lesson given
By the blessed birds of heaven!
Every bush and tufted tree
Warbles trust and piety:--
Mortals, banish doubt and sorrow,
God provideth for the morrow.

2 One there lives, whose guardian eye
Guides our earthly destiny;
One there lives, who, Lord of all,
Keeps His children lest they fall:
Pass we, then, in love and praise,
Trusting Him through all our days,
Free from doubt and faithless sorrow,--
God provideth for the morrow.

268. 10s. M. Jones Very.

The Son.

1 Father! I wait Thy word. The s