The Book Of Praise From The Best English Hymn Writers

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	The Book of Praise. " If thou of murmuring wouldst be cured, " Compare thy griefs with Mine ; " Think what My love for thee endured, " And thou wilt not repine. " 'Tis I appoint thy daily lot, " And I do all things well: ⁱ⁽ Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot, " And rise with Me to dwell. " In life My grace shall strength supply, " Proportion'd to thy day ; "At death thou still shalt find Me nigh, ': To wipe thy tears away." Thus I, who once my wretched days In vain repinings spent, Taught in my Saviour's school of grace, Have learnt to be content. William Cowfter. 1779. CCCLXXII. Let me be with Thee where Thou art, My Saviour, my eternal Rest ! Then only will this longing heart Be fully and for ever blest! Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Thy unveil'd glory to behold ; Then only will this wandering heart Cease to be treacherous, faithless, cold ! Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Where spotless saints Thy Name adore; Then only will this sinful heart Be evil and defiled no more !