250. From Various Cares Our Hearts Retire

8,8,6, bis.
by J. Gambold
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From various cares our hearts retire,
 
Though deep and boundless their desire,
 
We’ve now to please but One;
 
Him, before whom each knee shall bow,
 
With Him is all our business now,
 
And those that are His own.
“Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.” (1 Corinthians 10:31)
“And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him.” (Colossians 3:17)
“For it is written, As I live, saith the Lord, every knee shall bow to me, and every tongue shall confess to God.” (Romans 14:11)
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With these our happy lot is cast,
 
Through the world’s deserts rude and waste,
 
Or through its gardens fair;
 
Whether the storms of trouble sweep,
 
Or all in dead supineness sleep,
 
T’ advance be all our care.
“<<A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.>> O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is.” (Psalm 63:1)
“He found him in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness; he led him about, he instructed him, he kept him as the apple of his eye.” (Deuteronomy 32:10)
“And there arose a great storm of wind, and the waves beat into the ship, so that it was now full.” (Mark 4:37)
“It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.” (Psalm 127:2)
“But grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. To him be glory both now and for ever. Amen.” (2 Peter 3:18)
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O Lord, the way, the truth, the life!
 
Henceforth let sorrow, doubt and strife
 
Drop off like autumn leaves!
 
Henceforth, as privileged by Thee,
 
Simple and undistracted be
 
Our souls, which to Thee cleave.
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Let us our feebleness recline
 
On that eternal love of Thine,
 
And human thoughts forget;
 
Childlike attend what Thou wilt say,
 
Go forth and serve Thee while ’tis day,
 
Nor leave our sweet retreat.
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