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131. Fierce passions discompose the mind
Hymn 131
Fierce passions discompose the mind, As tempests vex the sea; But calm content and peace we find, When, LORD, we turn to thee.
In vain by reason and by rule, We try to bend the will; For none, but in the Savior’s school, Can learn the heav’nly skill.
Since at his feet my soul has sat, His gracious words to hear; Contented with my present state, I cast, on him, my care.
“Art thou a sinner, soul? he said, Then how canst thou complain? How light thy troubles here, if weighed With everlasting pain!
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: Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot, And rise with me to dwell.
In life my shall strength supply, Proportioned to thy day; At death thou still shalt find me , To wipe thy tears away.”
Thus I who once my wretched days, In vain repinings spent; Taught in my Savior’s school of , Have learned to be content.