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BOOK III. Then I see his smiling face, Feel the pledge of joys to come, Often, Lord, repeat this grace Till thou shalt call me home.

1 LORD, who hast suffer d all for me, My peace and pardon to procure, The lighter cross I bear for thee Help me with patience to endure.

2 The storm of loud repining hush, I would in humble silence mourn ; Why should th unburnt though burning bush Be angry as the crackling thorn ?

3 Man should not faint at thy rebuke, Like Joshua falling on his face, When the cursed thing that Achan took Brought Isr'el into just disgrace.

4 Perhaps some golden wedge suppress'd, Some secret sin, offends my God ; Perhaps that Babylonish vest, Self-righteousness, provokes the rod.

5 Ah ! were I buffeted all day, Mock'd, crown d with thorns, and spit upon, I yet should have no right to say, My great distress is mine alone.

6 Let me not angrily declare No pain was ever sharp like mine ; Nor murmur at the cross I bear, But rather weep, rememb'ring thine.

1 LORD, my best desire fulfill, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleasure mine.