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MEDITATION S.

BY

ANNA LETITIA WARING.

With Selections from Seberal Authors.

PHILADELPHIA:

PUBLISHED BY THE

ASSOCIATION OF FRIENDS FOR THE DIFFUSION OF RELIGIOUS

AND USEFUL KNOWLEDGE.
No. 109 NORTH TENTH STREET.

1860.

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"My times are in Thy hand."--Psalm xxxi. 15.

FATHER, I know that all my life

Is portioned out for me,
And the changes that are sure to come,

I do not fear to see;
But I ask Thee for a present mind

Intent on pleasing Thee.

I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,

Through constant watching wise, To meet the glad with joyful smiles,

And to wipe the weeping eyes; And a heart at leisure from itself,

To soothe and sympathize.

I would not have the restless will,

That hurries to and fro,

Seeking for some great thing to do,

Or secret thing to know:
I would be treated as a child,

And guided where I go.

Wherever in the world I am,

In whatsoe’er estate,
I have a fellowship with hearts

To keep and cultivate;
And a work of lowly love to do

For the Lord on whom I wait.

So I ask Thee for the daily strength,

To none that ask denied, And a mind to blend with outward life

While keeping at Thy side; Content to fill a little space,

If Thou be glorified.

And if some things I do not ask

In my cup of blessing be, I would have my spirit filled the more

With grateful love to TheeMore careful-than to serve Thee much,

To please Thee perfectly.

There are briers besetting every path,

That call for patient care ; There is a cross in every lot,

And an earnest need for prayer;

But a lonely heart that leans on Thee

Is happy anywhere.

In a service which Thy will appoints,

There are no bonds for me; For

my inmost heart is taught “the truth” That makes Thy children “free;"> And a life of self-renouncing love

Is a life of liberty.

II.

“ Thou maintainest my lot.”—Psalm xvi. 5.

SOURCE of my life's refreshing springs,

Whose presence in my heart sustains me, Thy love appoints me pleasant things,

Thy mercy orders all that pains me.

If loving hearts were never lonely,

If all they wish might always be, Accepting what they look for only,

They might be glad, but not in Thee.

Well may Thy own beloved, who see
In all their lot their Father's pleasure,

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