PRAYER AND SOCIAL MEETINGS.547L. M.The Mercy Seat.From every stormy wind that blows,From every swelling tide of woes,There is a calm, a sure retreat—’Tis found beneath the Mercy Seat.2There is a place where Jesus shedsThe oil of gladness on our heads,A place than all besides more sweet—It is the blood-bought Mercy Seat.3There is a scene where spirits blend,Where friend holds fellowship with friend;Though sundered far, by faith they meetAround one common Mercy Seat.4Ah! whither could we flee for aid,When tempted, desolate, dismayed;Or how the host of hell defeat,Had suffering souls no Mercy Seat?5There! there on eagle wings we soar,And sin and sense seem all no more,And heaven comes down our souls to greet,And glory crowns the Mercy Seat!6O let my hand forget her skill,My tongue be silent cold and still,This bounding heart forget to beat,Ere I forget the Mercy Seat!Stowell.548L. M.This is the gate of heaven.Gen. 28:17.How sweet to leave the world awhileAnd seek the presence of our Lord!Dear Saviour! on thy people smile,And come according to thy word.2From busy scenes we now retreat,That we may here converse with thee:Ah! Lord! behold us at thy feet—Let this the “gate of heaven” be.3“Chief of ten thousand!” now appear,That we by faith may see thy face:O! grant that we thy voice may hear,And let thy presence fill this place.Kelly.549L. M.For a business meeting.Benignant God of love and power,Be with us in this solemn hour;Smile on our souls; our plans approve,By which we seek to spread thy love.2Let each discordant thought be gone,And love unite our hearts in one;Let all we have and are combineTo forward objects so divine.550L. M.Hour of prayer.Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer,That calls me from a world of care,And bids me at my Father’s throne,Make all my wants and wishes known!In seasons of distress and grief,My soul has often found relief,And oft escaped the tempter’s snare,By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.2Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!The joy I feel, the bliss I share,Of those whose anxious spirits burnWith strong desires for thy return.With such I hasten to the placeWhere God my Saviour shows his face,And gladly take my station there,And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.3Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!Thy wings shall my petition bearTo him whose truth and faithfulnessEngage the waiting soul to bless;And since he bids me seek his face,Believe his word and trust his grace,I’ll cast on him my every care,And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.551L. M.Isaiah 57:15.Jesus, where’er thy people meet,There they behold thy mercy-seat;Where’er they seek thee, thou art found;And every place is hallowed ground.2For thou, within no walls confined,Inhabitest the humble mind;Such ever bring thee where they come,And, going, take thee to their home.3Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few,Thy former mercies here renew;Here to our waiting hearts proclaimThe sweetness of thy saving name.4Here may we prove the power of prayerTo strengthen faith and banish care;To teach our faint desires to rise,And bring all heaven before our eyes.Cowper.552L. M.There am I.Matt. 18:20.Where two or three, with sweet accord,Obedient to their sovereign Lord,Meet to recount his acts of grace,And offer solemn prayer and praise;2“There,” says the Saviour, “will I be,Amid the little company;To them unvail my smiling face,And shed my glories round the place.”3We meet at thy command, O Lord,Relying on thy faithful word;Be present in each waiting heart,And strength and heavenly peace impart.Newton.553L. M.No other friend can I desire.My precious Lord, for thy dear nameI bear the cross, despise the shame;Nor do I faint while thou art near;I lean on thee, how can I fear?2No other name but thine is givenTo cheer my soul in earth or heaven;No other wealth will I require:No other friend can I desire.3Yea, into nothing would I fallFor thee alone, my All in All;To feel thy love, my only joy;To tell thy love, my sole employ.554L. M.Christ, all in all.Col. 3:11.O thou pure light of souls that love,True joy of every human breast,Sower of life’s immortal seed,Our Saviour and Redeemer blest!2Be thou our guide, be thou our goal;Be thou our pathway to the skies;Our joy when sorrow fills the soul;In death our everlasting prize.Breviary.555L. M.The tranquil hour.Thou, Saviour, from thy throne on high,Enrobed with light, and girt with power,Dost note the thought, the prayer, the sigh,Of hearts that love the tranquil hour.2Oft thou thyself didst steal away,At eventide, from labor done,In some still peaceful shade to pray,Till morning watches were begun.3Thou hast not, dearest Lord, forgotThy wrestlings on Judea’s hills;And still thou lovest the quiet spotWhere praise the lowly spirit fills.4Now to our souls, withdrawn awhileFrom earth’s rude noise, thy face reveal,And, as we worship, kindly smile,And for thine own our spirits seal.5To thee we bring each grief and care,To thee we fly while tempests lower;Thou wilt the weary burdens bearOf hearts that love the tranquil hour.Ray Palmer.556L. M.Exhortation to prayer.What various hindrances we meetIn coming to a mercy-seat!Yet who, that knows the worth of prayer,But wishes to be often there?2Prayer makes the darkened clouds withdraw;Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,Gives exercise to faith and love,Brings every blessing from above.3Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;Prayer makes the Christian’s armor bright;And Satan trembles, when he seesThe weakest saint upon his knees.4Have you no words? Ah, think again;Words flow apace when we complain,And fill a fellow-creature’s earWith the sad tale of all our care.5Were half the breath thus vainly spent,To heaven in supplication sent,Our cheerful song would oftener be,“Hear what the Lord has done for me!”Cowper.557L. M.They that believe do enter into rest.Heb. 4:3.My only Saviour! when I feelO’erwhelmed in spirit, faint, oppressed,’Tis sweet to tell thee, while I kneelLow at thy feet, thou art my rest.2I’m weary of the strife within;Strong powers against my soul contest;O, let me turn from self and sin,To thy dear cross, for there is rest!3O! sweet will be the welcome day,When from her toils and woes released,My parting soul in death shall say,“Now, Lord! I come to thee for rest.”558C. M.Prayer for contentment.Father, whate’er of earthly blissThy sovereign will denies,Accepted at thy throne of grace,Let this petition rise:2Give me a calm, a thankful heart,From every murmur free;The blessings of thy grace impart,And make me live to thee.3Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,My life, and death attend;Thy presence through my journey shine,And crown my journey’s end.Mrs. Steele.559C. M.Tempest-tossed.O Jesus, Saviour of the lost,My Rock and Hiding-place,By storms of sin and sorrow tost,I seek thy sheltering grace.2Guilty, forgive me, Lord! I cry;Pursued by foes, I come;A sinner, save me, or I die;An outcast, take me home.3Once safe in thine almighty arms,Let storms come on amain;There danger never, never harms;There death itself is gain.4And when I stand before thy throneAnd all thy glory see,Still be my righteousness aloneTo hide myself in thee.Bickersteth.560C. M.Thy will be done.How sweet to be allowed to prayTo God, the Holy One;With filial love and trust to say,“O God, thy will be done.”2We in these sacred words can findA cure for every ill;They calm and soothe the troubled mind,And bid all care be still.3O let that Will which gave me breath,And an immortal soul,In joy or grief, in life or death,My every wish control.4O, could my heart thus ever pray,Thus imitate thy Son!Teach me, O God, with truth to say,Thy will, not mine, be done.561C. M.Sanctify the Lord God in your hearts.1 Pet 3:15.While thee I seek, protecting Power,Be my vain wishes stilled;And may this consecrated hourWith better hopes be filled.2Thy love the power of thought bestowed;To thee my thoughts would soar;Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed;That mercy I adore.3In each event of life, how clearThy ruling hand I see!Each blessing to my soul more dear,Because conferred by thee.4In every joy that crowns my days,In every pain I bear,My heart shall find delight in praise,Or seek relief in prayer.5When gladness wings my favored hour,Thy love my thoughts shall fill;Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,My soul shall meet thy will.6My lifted eye, without a tear,The gathering storm shall see;My steadfast heart shall banish fear;That heart shall rest on thee.Miss H. M. Williams.562C. M.Retirement and meditation.I love to steal awhile awayFrom every cumbering care,And spend the hours of setting dayIn humble, grateful prayer.2I love in solitude to shedThe penitential tear;And all his promises to plead,Where none but God can hear.3I love to think on mercies past,And future good implore,And all my cares and sorrows castOn him whom I adore.4I love, by faith, to take a viewOf brighter scenes in heaven;The prospect doth my strength renew,While here by tempests driven.5Thus, when life’s toilsome day is o’er,May its departing rayBe calm as this impressive hour,And lead to endless day.Mrs. Brown.563C. M.My Saviour died for me.Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord,In thee I fix my trust,Encouraged by thy holy word,A feeble child of dust.2I have no argument beside,I urge no other plea,And ’tis enough—the Saviour died,The Saviour died for me.3When storms of fierce temptation beat,And furious foes assail,My refuge is the mercy-seat,My hope within the vail.4From strife of tongues and bitter words,My spirit flies to thee;Joy to my heart the thought affords—My Saviour died for me.5And when thy awful voice commandsThis body to decay,And life, in its last lingering sands,Is ebbing fast away—6Then, though it be in accents weak,My voice shall call on thee,And ask for strength in death to speak—“My Saviour died for me.”Raffles.564C. M.Let us draw near.Heb. 10:22.Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,Where Jesus answers prayer;There humbly fall before his feet,For none can perish there.2Thy promise is my only plea,With this I venture nigh;Thou callest burdened souls to thee,And such, O Lord, am I.3Bowed down beneath a load of sin,By Satan sorely pressed,By war without, and fear within,I come to thee for rest.4Be thou my shield and hiding-place;That, sheltered near thy side,I may my fierce accuser face,And tell him, “Thou hast died.”5O, wondrous love, to bleed and die,To bear the cross and shame,That guilty sinners, such as I,Might plead thy gracious name!Newton.565C. M.Prayer.Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,Unuttered or expressed;The motion of a hidden fireThat trembles in the breast.2Prayer is the burden of a sigh,The falling of a tear;The upward glancing of an eyeWhen none but God is near.3Prayer is the simplest form of speechThat infant lips can try;Prayer, the sublimest strains that reachThe Majesty on high.4Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice,Returning from his ways,While angels in their songs rejoice,And say—“Behold he prays.”5Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath,The Christian’s native air,His watchword at the gate of death;He enters heaven with prayer.Montgomery.566C. M.Filled with all the fullness of God.O Lord, I would delight in thee,And on thy care depend;To thee in every trouble flee,My best, my only Friend.2When all created streams are dried,Thy fullness is the same;May I with this be satisfied,And glory in thy name!3No good in creatures can be found,But what is found in thee:I must have all things and aboundWhile God is God to me.4O that I had a stronger faith,To look within the vail—To credit what my Saviour saith,Whose word can never fail.5He who has made my heaven secure,Will here all good provide:While Christ is rich, can I be poor?What can I want beside?6O Lord, I cast my care on thee;I triumph and adore:Henceforth my great concern shall beTo love and please thee more.567S. M.Ask and it shall be given you.Luke 11:9.Jesus, my strength, my hope,On thee I cast my care,With humble confidence look up,And know thou hearest my prayer.2Give me on thee to waitTill I can all things do;On thee, almighty to create,Almighty to renew.3I want a sober mind,A self-renouncing will,That tramples down, and casts behind,The baits of pleasing ill;4A soul inured to pain,To hardships, grief, and loss;Bold to take up, firm to sustainThe consecrated cross;5I want a godly fear,A quick-discerning eye,That looks to thee when sin is near,And sees the tempter fly;6A spirit still prepared,And armed with jealous care,For ever standing on its guard,And watching unto prayer.C. Wesley.568S. M. D.Opening prayer meeting.It is the hour of prayer:Draw near and bend the knee,And fill the calm and holy airWith voice of melody!O’erwearied with the heatAnd burden of the day,Now let us rest our wandering feet,And gather here to pray.2O, blesséd is the hourThat lifts our hearts on high!Like sunlight when the tempests lower,Prayer to the soul is nigh;Though dark may be our lot,Our eyes be dim with care,These saddening thoughts shall trouble notThis holy hour of prayer.569C. H. M.Come, let us pray.Come, let us pray; ’tis sweet to feelThat God himself is near;That while we at his footstool kneel,His mercy deigns to hear:Though sorrows cloud life’s dreary way,This is our solace—let us pray.2Come, let us pray: the burning brow,The heart oppressed with care,And all the woes that throng us now,Will be relieved by prayer:Jesus will smile our griefs away;O, glorious thought!—come! let us pray.3Come, let us pray: the mercy-seatInvites the fervent prayer,And Jesus ready stands to greetThe contrite spirit there:O, loiter not, nor longer stayFrom him who loves us; let us pray.570S. M.Invitation to prayer.Come to the house of prayer,O thou afflicted, come;The God of peace shall meet thee there;He makes that house his home.2Come to the house of praise,Ye who are happy now;In sweet accord your voices raise,In kindred homage bow.3Ye agéd, hither come,For you have felt his love;Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,Your lips forget to move.4Ye young, before his throneCome, bow; your voices raise;Let not your hearts his praise disownWho gives the power to praise.5Thou, whose benignant eyeIn mercy looks on all—Who seest the tear of misery,And hearest the mourner’s call—6Up to thy dwelling-placeBear our frail spirits on,Till they outstrip time’s tardy pace,And heaven on earth be won.E. Taylor.5717s, 6 lines.Heavenly places.If ’tis sweet to mingle whereChristians meet for social prayer;If ’tis sweet with them to raiseSongs of holy joy and praise—Passing sweet that state must be,Where they meet eternally.2Saviour, may these meetings proveAntepasts to that above;While we worship in this place,May we go from grace to grace,Till we each, in his degree,Fit for endless glory be.5727s.Deliver us from evil.Heavenly Father! to whose eyeFuture things unfolded lie;Through the desert when I strayLet thy counsels guide my way.2Lord! uphold me day by day;Shed a light upon my way;Guide me through perplexing snares,Care for me in all my cares.3Should thy wisdom, Lord, decreeTrials long and sharp for me,Pain, or sorrow, care or shame—Father! glorify thy name.4Let me neither faint nor fear,Feeling still that thou art near;In the course my Saviour trod,Tending home to thee, my God.Conder.5737s.God is present everywhere.They who seek the throne of graceFind that throne in every place;If we live a life of prayer,God is present everywhere.2In our sickness and our health,In our want, or in our wealth,If we look to God in prayer,God is present everywhere.3When our earthly comforts fail,When the woes of life prevail,’Tis the time for earnest prayer;God is present everywhere.4Then, my soul, in every strait,To thy Father come, and wait;He will answer every prayer;God is present everywhere.5747s.Lift the heart, and bend the knee.Child, amid the flowers at play,While the red light fades away;Mother, with thine earnest eyeEver following silently;2Father, by the breeze of eve,Called thy daily toil to leave;Pray! ere yet the dark hours be,Lift the heart, and bend the knee!3Traveler in the stranger’s land,Far from thine own household band;Mourner, haunted by the toneOf a voice from this world gone;4Captive, in whose narrow cellSunshine hath not leave to dwell;Sailor, on the darkening sea,Lift the heart, and bend the knee!5Ye that triumph, ye that sigh,Kindred by one holy tie,Heaven’s first star alike ye see;Lift the heart, and bend the knee!Mrs. Hemans.5757s.Lead me, O Lord.Shepherd of thy little flock,Lead me to the shadowing rock,Where the richest pasture grows;Where the living water flows;2By that pure and silent stream,Sheltered from the scorching beam;Shepherd, Saviour, Guardian, Guide,Keep me ever near thy side.5767s, 6 lines.Draw near with a true heart.Heb. 10:22.Holy Lord, our hearts prepareFor the solemn work of prayer;Grant that while we bend the knee,All our thoughts may turn to thee;Let thy presence here be found,Breathing peace and joy around.2Lord, when we approach thy throne,Make thy power and glory known:Thus may we be taught to callHumbly on the Lord of all,And with reverence and fear,At thy footstool to appear.3Teach us, as we breathe our woes,On thy promise to repose;All thy tender love to traceIn the Saviour’s work of grace;And with confidence dependOn a gracious God and Friend.5777s.The Lord make his face shine upon thee.Num. 6:25.Stealing from the world away,We are come to seek thy face;Kindly meet us, Lord, we pray,Grant us thy reviving grace.2Yonder stars that gild the sky,Shine but with a borrowed light:We, unless thy light be nigh,Wander, wrapt in gloomy night.3Sun of Righteousness! dispelAll our darkness, doubts and fears;May thy light within us dwell,Till eternal day appears.Ray Palmer.5787s, double.Hear us when to thee we cry.Saviour, when in dust to theeLow we bow th’ adoring knee:When repentant, to the skiesScarce we lift our streaming eyes;O, by all thy pains and woe,Suffered once for man below,Bending from thy throne on high,Hear us when to thee we cry.2By thy birth and early years,By thy human griefs and fears,By thy fasting and distressIn the lonely wilderness;By thy victory in the hourOf the subtle tempter’s power;Jesus look with pitying eye,Hear our humble, earnest cry.3By thine hour of dark despair,By thine agony of prayer,By thy purple robe of scorn,By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn,By thy cross, thy pangs and cries,By thy perfect sacrifice;Jesus, look with pitying eye,Listen to our humble cry.4By thy deep expiring groan,By thy sealed sepulchral stone,By thy triumph o’er the grave,By thy power from death to save:Dying, risen, ascended, Lord,To thy throne in heaven restored,Bending from thy throne on high,Hear us when to thee we cry.Grant.5797s & 6s.Evening, and morning, etc.Psalm 55:17.Go, when the morning shineth,Go, when the moon is bright,Go, when the eve declineth,Go, in the hush of night;Go with pure mind and feeling,Put earthly thoughts away,And in God’s presence kneeling,Do thou in secret pray.2Remember all who love thee,All who are loved by thee;Pray, too, for those who hate thee,If any such there be;Then for thyself, in meekness,A blessing humbly claim;And blend with each petitionThy great Redeemer’s name.3Or, if ’tis e’er denied theeIn solitude to pray,Should holy thoughts come o’er thee,When friends are round thy way,E’en then, the silent breathingThy spirit lifts above,Will reach his throne of glory,Where dwells eternal love.5806s & 5s.After this manner pray ye.Matt. 6:9.Our Father in heaven,We hallow thy name!May thy kingdom holyOn earth be the same!O give to us daily,Our portion of bread;It is from thy bountyThat all must be fed.2Forgive our transgressions,And teach us to knowThat humble compassionThat pardons each foe;Keep us from temptation,From weakness and sin,And thine be the gloryFor ever—Amen!S. J. Hale.5818s & 4s.The hour of prayer.My God! is any hour so sweet,From blush of morn to evening star,As that which calls me to thy feet—The hour of prayer?2Blest is the tranquil hour of morn,And blest that hour of solemn eve,When, on the wings of prayer up-borne,The world I leave.3Then is my strength by thee renewed;Then are my sins by thee forgiven;Then dost thou cheer my solitudeWith hopes of heaven.4No words can tell what sweet reliefThere for my every want I find;What strength for warfare, balm for grief,What peace of mind!5Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;My spirit seems in heaven to stay;And e’en the penitential tearIs wiped away.6Lord! till I reach that blissful shore,No privilege so dear shall beAs thus my inmost soul to pourIn prayer to thee.Charlotte Elliott.582C. P. M.Casting all your care upon him.1 Pet. 5:7.O Lord! how happy should we be,If we could leave our cares to thee,If we from self could rest,And feel at heart that One above,In perfect wisdom, perfect love,Is working for the best.2For when we kneel and cast our careUpon our God in humble prayer,With strengthened souls we rise;Sure that our Father, who is nighTo hear the ravens when they cry,Will hear his children’s cries.3O! would these restless hearts of oursThe lesson learn from birds and flowers,And learn from self to cease;Leave all things to our Father’s will,And in his mercy trusting still,Find in each trial, peace.58311s.Faint, yet pursuing.Judges 8:4.Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way;The Lord is our Leader, his Word is our stay;Though suffering, and sorrow, and trial, be near,The Lord is our refuge, and whom can we fear?2He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint;The weak and oppressed, he will hear their complaint;The way may be weary, and thorny the road,But how can we falter? our help is in God.3And to his green pastures our footsteps he leads;His flock in the desert, how kindly he feeds!The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears,And brings back the wanderers all safe from the snares.4Though clouds may surround us, our God is our light;Though storms rage around us, our God is our might;So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we come;The Lord is our Leader, and heaven is our home.58411s & 10s.For divine strength.Father, in thy mysterious presence kneeling,Fain would our souls feel all thy kindling love,For we are weak, and need some deep revealingOf trust, and strength, and calmness, from above.2Lord, we have wandered forth thro’ doubt and sorrow,And thou hast made each step an onward one;And we will ever trust each unknown morrow—Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done.3In the heart’s depths, a peace serene and holyAbides, and when pain seems to have her will,Or we despair—O may that peace rise slowly,Stronger than agony, and we be still.4Now, Father, now, in thy dear presence kneeling,Our spirits yearn to feel thy kindling love:Now make us strong, we need thy deep revealingOf trust, and strength, and calmness, from above.S. Johnson.58511s.The house of prayer.How honored, how dear, is that sacred abode,Where Christians draw near to their Father and God:’Mid worldly commotion my wearied soul faintsFor the house of devotion, the home of thy saints.2Thou hearer of prayer, O still grant me a placeWhere Christians repair to the courts of thy grace,More blest beyond measure one day so employed,Than years of vain pleasure by worldlings enjoyed.3Me more would it please keeping post at thy gate,Than lying at ease in the chambers of state;The meanest condition outshines with thy smiles,The pomp of ambition, the world with its wiles.4The Lord is a Sun, and the Lord is a Shield:What grace has begun, will with glory be sealed;He hears the distresséd, he succors the just,And they shall be blesséd who make him their trust.Conder.58611s & 10s.Come ye disconsolate.Come, ye disconsolate, where’er you languish,Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel;Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not heal.2Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not cure.3Here see the bread of life; see waters flowingForth from the throne of God, pure from above:Come to the feast of love; come, ever-knowing,Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.T. Moore.587P. M.Hear, Father, hear our prayer.Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Thou who art pity where sorrow prevaileth,Thou who art safety when mortal help faileth,Strength to the feeble and hope to despair,Hear, Father, hear our prayer!2Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Wandering alone in the land of the stranger,Be with all travelers in sickness or danger,Guard thou their path, guide their feet from the snare:Hear, Father, hear our prayer!3Hear thou the poor that cry!Feed thou the hungry and lighten their sorrow,Grant them the sunshine of hope for the morrow;They are thy children, their trust is on high:Hear thou the poor that cry!4Dry thou the mourner’s tear!Heal thou the wounds of time-hallowed affection;Grant to the widow and orphan protection;Be, in their trouble, a friend ever near;Dry thou the mourner’s tear!5Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Long hath thy goodness our footsteps attended;Be with the pilgrim whose journey is ended:When at thy summons for death we prepare,Hear, Father, hear our prayer!58811s & 5.Prayer of the contrite.From the recesses of a lowly spirit,Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it,Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness;Forgive its weakness!2We see thy hand: it leads us, it supports us;We hear thy voice: it counsels and it courts us:And then we turn away; and still thy kindnessForgives our blindness.3O, how long-suffering, Lord! but thou delightestTo win with love the wandering; thou invitest,By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors,Man from his errors.4Father and Saviour! plant within each bosomThe seeds of holiness, and bid them blossomIn fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal,And spring eternal.Bowring.58911s & 10s.Strengthened with might, etc.Eph 3:16.Father, to us thy children, humbly kneeling,Conscious of weakness, ignorance, sin and shame,Give such a force of holy thought and feeling,That we may live to glorify thy name;2That we may conquer base desire and passion,That we may rise from selfish thought and will,O’ercome the world’s allurement, threat and fashion,Walk humbly, gently, leaning on thee still.3Let all thy loving kindness which attends us,Let all thy mercy on our souls be sealed;Lord, if thou wilt, thy saving power can cleanse us;O, speak the word! thy servants shall be healed.J. F. Clarke.590P. M.Lead thou me on.Shed kindly light amid the encircling gloom,And lead me on!The night is dark, and I am far from home,Lead thou me on!Keep thou my feet: I do not ask to seeThe distant scene: one step enough for me.2I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thouShouldst lead me on!I loved to choose and see my path; but now,Lead thou me on!I loved day’s dazzling light, and spite of fearsPride ruled my will: remember not past years!3So long thy power hath blessed me, surely still’Twill lead me on!Through dreary doubt, through pain and sorrow, tillThe night is gone!And with the morn those angel faces smileWhich I have loved long since and lost awhile.Newman.
547L. M.The Mercy Seat.From every stormy wind that blows,From every swelling tide of woes,There is a calm, a sure retreat—’Tis found beneath the Mercy Seat.2There is a place where Jesus shedsThe oil of gladness on our heads,A place than all besides more sweet—It is the blood-bought Mercy Seat.3There is a scene where spirits blend,Where friend holds fellowship with friend;Though sundered far, by faith they meetAround one common Mercy Seat.4Ah! whither could we flee for aid,When tempted, desolate, dismayed;Or how the host of hell defeat,Had suffering souls no Mercy Seat?5There! there on eagle wings we soar,And sin and sense seem all no more,And heaven comes down our souls to greet,And glory crowns the Mercy Seat!6O let my hand forget her skill,My tongue be silent cold and still,This bounding heart forget to beat,Ere I forget the Mercy Seat!Stowell.
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The Mercy Seat.
From every stormy wind that blows,From every swelling tide of woes,There is a calm, a sure retreat—’Tis found beneath the Mercy Seat.
From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat—
’Tis found beneath the Mercy Seat.
2There is a place where Jesus shedsThe oil of gladness on our heads,A place than all besides more sweet—It is the blood-bought Mercy Seat.
2There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place than all besides more sweet—
It is the blood-bought Mercy Seat.
3There is a scene where spirits blend,Where friend holds fellowship with friend;Though sundered far, by faith they meetAround one common Mercy Seat.
3There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common Mercy Seat.
4Ah! whither could we flee for aid,When tempted, desolate, dismayed;Or how the host of hell defeat,Had suffering souls no Mercy Seat?
4Ah! whither could we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed;
Or how the host of hell defeat,
Had suffering souls no Mercy Seat?
5There! there on eagle wings we soar,And sin and sense seem all no more,And heaven comes down our souls to greet,And glory crowns the Mercy Seat!
5There! there on eagle wings we soar,
And sin and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the Mercy Seat!
6O let my hand forget her skill,My tongue be silent cold and still,This bounding heart forget to beat,Ere I forget the Mercy Seat!
6O let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent cold and still,
This bounding heart forget to beat,
Ere I forget the Mercy Seat!
Stowell.
548L. M.This is the gate of heaven.Gen. 28:17.How sweet to leave the world awhileAnd seek the presence of our Lord!Dear Saviour! on thy people smile,And come according to thy word.2From busy scenes we now retreat,That we may here converse with thee:Ah! Lord! behold us at thy feet—Let this the “gate of heaven” be.3“Chief of ten thousand!” now appear,That we by faith may see thy face:O! grant that we thy voice may hear,And let thy presence fill this place.Kelly.
L. M.
This is the gate of heaven.Gen. 28:17.
How sweet to leave the world awhileAnd seek the presence of our Lord!Dear Saviour! on thy people smile,And come according to thy word.
How sweet to leave the world awhile
And seek the presence of our Lord!
Dear Saviour! on thy people smile,
And come according to thy word.
2From busy scenes we now retreat,That we may here converse with thee:Ah! Lord! behold us at thy feet—Let this the “gate of heaven” be.
2From busy scenes we now retreat,
That we may here converse with thee:
Ah! Lord! behold us at thy feet—
Let this the “gate of heaven” be.
3“Chief of ten thousand!” now appear,That we by faith may see thy face:O! grant that we thy voice may hear,And let thy presence fill this place.
3“Chief of ten thousand!” now appear,
That we by faith may see thy face:
O! grant that we thy voice may hear,
And let thy presence fill this place.
Kelly.
549L. M.For a business meeting.Benignant God of love and power,Be with us in this solemn hour;Smile on our souls; our plans approve,By which we seek to spread thy love.2Let each discordant thought be gone,And love unite our hearts in one;Let all we have and are combineTo forward objects so divine.
L. M.
For a business meeting.
Benignant God of love and power,Be with us in this solemn hour;Smile on our souls; our plans approve,By which we seek to spread thy love.
Benignant God of love and power,
Be with us in this solemn hour;
Smile on our souls; our plans approve,
By which we seek to spread thy love.
2Let each discordant thought be gone,And love unite our hearts in one;Let all we have and are combineTo forward objects so divine.
2Let each discordant thought be gone,
And love unite our hearts in one;
Let all we have and are combine
To forward objects so divine.
550L. M.Hour of prayer.Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer,That calls me from a world of care,And bids me at my Father’s throne,Make all my wants and wishes known!In seasons of distress and grief,My soul has often found relief,And oft escaped the tempter’s snare,By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.2Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!The joy I feel, the bliss I share,Of those whose anxious spirits burnWith strong desires for thy return.With such I hasten to the placeWhere God my Saviour shows his face,And gladly take my station there,And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.3Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!Thy wings shall my petition bearTo him whose truth and faithfulnessEngage the waiting soul to bless;And since he bids me seek his face,Believe his word and trust his grace,I’ll cast on him my every care,And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.
L. M.
Hour of prayer.
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer,That calls me from a world of care,And bids me at my Father’s throne,Make all my wants and wishes known!In seasons of distress and grief,My soul has often found relief,And oft escaped the tempter’s snare,By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer,
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father’s throne,
Make all my wants and wishes known!
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
2Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!The joy I feel, the bliss I share,Of those whose anxious spirits burnWith strong desires for thy return.With such I hasten to the placeWhere God my Saviour shows his face,And gladly take my station there,And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.
2Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
The joy I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return.
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Saviour shows his face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.
3Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!Thy wings shall my petition bearTo him whose truth and faithfulnessEngage the waiting soul to bless;And since he bids me seek his face,Believe his word and trust his grace,I’ll cast on him my every care,And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.
3Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless;
And since he bids me seek his face,
Believe his word and trust his grace,
I’ll cast on him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.
551L. M.Isaiah 57:15.Jesus, where’er thy people meet,There they behold thy mercy-seat;Where’er they seek thee, thou art found;And every place is hallowed ground.2For thou, within no walls confined,Inhabitest the humble mind;Such ever bring thee where they come,And, going, take thee to their home.3Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few,Thy former mercies here renew;Here to our waiting hearts proclaimThe sweetness of thy saving name.4Here may we prove the power of prayerTo strengthen faith and banish care;To teach our faint desires to rise,And bring all heaven before our eyes.Cowper.
L. M.
Isaiah 57:15.
Jesus, where’er thy people meet,There they behold thy mercy-seat;Where’er they seek thee, thou art found;And every place is hallowed ground.
Jesus, where’er thy people meet,
There they behold thy mercy-seat;
Where’er they seek thee, thou art found;
And every place is hallowed ground.
2For thou, within no walls confined,Inhabitest the humble mind;Such ever bring thee where they come,And, going, take thee to their home.
2For thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind;
Such ever bring thee where they come,
And, going, take thee to their home.
3Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few,Thy former mercies here renew;Here to our waiting hearts proclaimThe sweetness of thy saving name.
3Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few,
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name.
4Here may we prove the power of prayerTo strengthen faith and banish care;To teach our faint desires to rise,And bring all heaven before our eyes.
4Here may we prove the power of prayer
To strengthen faith and banish care;
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes.
Cowper.
552L. M.There am I.Matt. 18:20.Where two or three, with sweet accord,Obedient to their sovereign Lord,Meet to recount his acts of grace,And offer solemn prayer and praise;2“There,” says the Saviour, “will I be,Amid the little company;To them unvail my smiling face,And shed my glories round the place.”3We meet at thy command, O Lord,Relying on thy faithful word;Be present in each waiting heart,And strength and heavenly peace impart.Newton.
L. M.
There am I.Matt. 18:20.
Where two or three, with sweet accord,Obedient to their sovereign Lord,Meet to recount his acts of grace,And offer solemn prayer and praise;
Where two or three, with sweet accord,
Obedient to their sovereign Lord,
Meet to recount his acts of grace,
And offer solemn prayer and praise;
2“There,” says the Saviour, “will I be,Amid the little company;To them unvail my smiling face,And shed my glories round the place.”
2“There,” says the Saviour, “will I be,
Amid the little company;
To them unvail my smiling face,
And shed my glories round the place.”
3We meet at thy command, O Lord,Relying on thy faithful word;Be present in each waiting heart,And strength and heavenly peace impart.
3We meet at thy command, O Lord,
Relying on thy faithful word;
Be present in each waiting heart,
And strength and heavenly peace impart.
Newton.
553L. M.No other friend can I desire.My precious Lord, for thy dear nameI bear the cross, despise the shame;Nor do I faint while thou art near;I lean on thee, how can I fear?2No other name but thine is givenTo cheer my soul in earth or heaven;No other wealth will I require:No other friend can I desire.3Yea, into nothing would I fallFor thee alone, my All in All;To feel thy love, my only joy;To tell thy love, my sole employ.
L. M.
No other friend can I desire.
My precious Lord, for thy dear nameI bear the cross, despise the shame;Nor do I faint while thou art near;I lean on thee, how can I fear?
My precious Lord, for thy dear name
I bear the cross, despise the shame;
Nor do I faint while thou art near;
I lean on thee, how can I fear?
2No other name but thine is givenTo cheer my soul in earth or heaven;No other wealth will I require:No other friend can I desire.
2No other name but thine is given
To cheer my soul in earth or heaven;
No other wealth will I require:
No other friend can I desire.
3Yea, into nothing would I fallFor thee alone, my All in All;To feel thy love, my only joy;To tell thy love, my sole employ.
3Yea, into nothing would I fall
For thee alone, my All in All;
To feel thy love, my only joy;
To tell thy love, my sole employ.
554L. M.Christ, all in all.Col. 3:11.O thou pure light of souls that love,True joy of every human breast,Sower of life’s immortal seed,Our Saviour and Redeemer blest!2Be thou our guide, be thou our goal;Be thou our pathway to the skies;Our joy when sorrow fills the soul;In death our everlasting prize.Breviary.
L. M.
Christ, all in all.Col. 3:11.
O thou pure light of souls that love,True joy of every human breast,Sower of life’s immortal seed,Our Saviour and Redeemer blest!
O thou pure light of souls that love,
True joy of every human breast,
Sower of life’s immortal seed,
Our Saviour and Redeemer blest!
2Be thou our guide, be thou our goal;Be thou our pathway to the skies;Our joy when sorrow fills the soul;In death our everlasting prize.
2Be thou our guide, be thou our goal;
Be thou our pathway to the skies;
Our joy when sorrow fills the soul;
In death our everlasting prize.
Breviary.
555L. M.The tranquil hour.Thou, Saviour, from thy throne on high,Enrobed with light, and girt with power,Dost note the thought, the prayer, the sigh,Of hearts that love the tranquil hour.2Oft thou thyself didst steal away,At eventide, from labor done,In some still peaceful shade to pray,Till morning watches were begun.3Thou hast not, dearest Lord, forgotThy wrestlings on Judea’s hills;And still thou lovest the quiet spotWhere praise the lowly spirit fills.4Now to our souls, withdrawn awhileFrom earth’s rude noise, thy face reveal,And, as we worship, kindly smile,And for thine own our spirits seal.5To thee we bring each grief and care,To thee we fly while tempests lower;Thou wilt the weary burdens bearOf hearts that love the tranquil hour.Ray Palmer.
L. M.
The tranquil hour.
Thou, Saviour, from thy throne on high,Enrobed with light, and girt with power,Dost note the thought, the prayer, the sigh,Of hearts that love the tranquil hour.
Thou, Saviour, from thy throne on high,
Enrobed with light, and girt with power,
Dost note the thought, the prayer, the sigh,
Of hearts that love the tranquil hour.
2Oft thou thyself didst steal away,At eventide, from labor done,In some still peaceful shade to pray,Till morning watches were begun.
2Oft thou thyself didst steal away,
At eventide, from labor done,
In some still peaceful shade to pray,
Till morning watches were begun.
3Thou hast not, dearest Lord, forgotThy wrestlings on Judea’s hills;And still thou lovest the quiet spotWhere praise the lowly spirit fills.
3Thou hast not, dearest Lord, forgot
Thy wrestlings on Judea’s hills;
And still thou lovest the quiet spot
Where praise the lowly spirit fills.
4Now to our souls, withdrawn awhileFrom earth’s rude noise, thy face reveal,And, as we worship, kindly smile,And for thine own our spirits seal.
4Now to our souls, withdrawn awhile
From earth’s rude noise, thy face reveal,
And, as we worship, kindly smile,
And for thine own our spirits seal.
5To thee we bring each grief and care,To thee we fly while tempests lower;Thou wilt the weary burdens bearOf hearts that love the tranquil hour.
5To thee we bring each grief and care,
To thee we fly while tempests lower;
Thou wilt the weary burdens bear
Of hearts that love the tranquil hour.
Ray Palmer.
556L. M.Exhortation to prayer.What various hindrances we meetIn coming to a mercy-seat!Yet who, that knows the worth of prayer,But wishes to be often there?2Prayer makes the darkened clouds withdraw;Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,Gives exercise to faith and love,Brings every blessing from above.3Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;Prayer makes the Christian’s armor bright;And Satan trembles, when he seesThe weakest saint upon his knees.4Have you no words? Ah, think again;Words flow apace when we complain,And fill a fellow-creature’s earWith the sad tale of all our care.5Were half the breath thus vainly spent,To heaven in supplication sent,Our cheerful song would oftener be,“Hear what the Lord has done for me!”Cowper.
L. M.
Exhortation to prayer.
What various hindrances we meetIn coming to a mercy-seat!Yet who, that knows the worth of prayer,But wishes to be often there?
What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy-seat!
Yet who, that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?
2Prayer makes the darkened clouds withdraw;Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,Gives exercise to faith and love,Brings every blessing from above.
2Prayer makes the darkened clouds withdraw;
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.
3Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;Prayer makes the Christian’s armor bright;And Satan trembles, when he seesThe weakest saint upon his knees.
3Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian’s armor bright;
And Satan trembles, when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
4Have you no words? Ah, think again;Words flow apace when we complain,And fill a fellow-creature’s earWith the sad tale of all our care.
4Have you no words? Ah, think again;
Words flow apace when we complain,
And fill a fellow-creature’s ear
With the sad tale of all our care.
5Were half the breath thus vainly spent,To heaven in supplication sent,Our cheerful song would oftener be,“Hear what the Lord has done for me!”
5Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heaven in supplication sent,
Our cheerful song would oftener be,
“Hear what the Lord has done for me!”
Cowper.
557L. M.They that believe do enter into rest.Heb. 4:3.My only Saviour! when I feelO’erwhelmed in spirit, faint, oppressed,’Tis sweet to tell thee, while I kneelLow at thy feet, thou art my rest.2I’m weary of the strife within;Strong powers against my soul contest;O, let me turn from self and sin,To thy dear cross, for there is rest!3O! sweet will be the welcome day,When from her toils and woes released,My parting soul in death shall say,“Now, Lord! I come to thee for rest.”
L. M.
They that believe do enter into rest.Heb. 4:3.
My only Saviour! when I feelO’erwhelmed in spirit, faint, oppressed,’Tis sweet to tell thee, while I kneelLow at thy feet, thou art my rest.
My only Saviour! when I feel
O’erwhelmed in spirit, faint, oppressed,
’Tis sweet to tell thee, while I kneel
Low at thy feet, thou art my rest.
2I’m weary of the strife within;Strong powers against my soul contest;O, let me turn from self and sin,To thy dear cross, for there is rest!
2I’m weary of the strife within;
Strong powers against my soul contest;
O, let me turn from self and sin,
To thy dear cross, for there is rest!
3O! sweet will be the welcome day,When from her toils and woes released,My parting soul in death shall say,“Now, Lord! I come to thee for rest.”
3O! sweet will be the welcome day,
When from her toils and woes released,
My parting soul in death shall say,
“Now, Lord! I come to thee for rest.”
558C. M.Prayer for contentment.Father, whate’er of earthly blissThy sovereign will denies,Accepted at thy throne of grace,Let this petition rise:2Give me a calm, a thankful heart,From every murmur free;The blessings of thy grace impart,And make me live to thee.3Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,My life, and death attend;Thy presence through my journey shine,And crown my journey’s end.Mrs. Steele.
C. M.
Prayer for contentment.
Father, whate’er of earthly blissThy sovereign will denies,Accepted at thy throne of grace,Let this petition rise:
Father, whate’er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise:
2Give me a calm, a thankful heart,From every murmur free;The blessings of thy grace impart,And make me live to thee.
2Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.
3Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,My life, and death attend;Thy presence through my journey shine,And crown my journey’s end.
3Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,
My life, and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey’s end.
Mrs. Steele.
559C. M.Tempest-tossed.O Jesus, Saviour of the lost,My Rock and Hiding-place,By storms of sin and sorrow tost,I seek thy sheltering grace.2Guilty, forgive me, Lord! I cry;Pursued by foes, I come;A sinner, save me, or I die;An outcast, take me home.3Once safe in thine almighty arms,Let storms come on amain;There danger never, never harms;There death itself is gain.4And when I stand before thy throneAnd all thy glory see,Still be my righteousness aloneTo hide myself in thee.Bickersteth.
C. M.
Tempest-tossed.
O Jesus, Saviour of the lost,My Rock and Hiding-place,By storms of sin and sorrow tost,I seek thy sheltering grace.
O Jesus, Saviour of the lost,
My Rock and Hiding-place,
By storms of sin and sorrow tost,
I seek thy sheltering grace.
2Guilty, forgive me, Lord! I cry;Pursued by foes, I come;A sinner, save me, or I die;An outcast, take me home.
2Guilty, forgive me, Lord! I cry;
Pursued by foes, I come;
A sinner, save me, or I die;
An outcast, take me home.
3Once safe in thine almighty arms,Let storms come on amain;There danger never, never harms;There death itself is gain.
3Once safe in thine almighty arms,
Let storms come on amain;
There danger never, never harms;
There death itself is gain.
4And when I stand before thy throneAnd all thy glory see,Still be my righteousness aloneTo hide myself in thee.
4And when I stand before thy throne
And all thy glory see,
Still be my righteousness alone
To hide myself in thee.
Bickersteth.
560C. M.Thy will be done.How sweet to be allowed to prayTo God, the Holy One;With filial love and trust to say,“O God, thy will be done.”2We in these sacred words can findA cure for every ill;They calm and soothe the troubled mind,And bid all care be still.3O let that Will which gave me breath,And an immortal soul,In joy or grief, in life or death,My every wish control.4O, could my heart thus ever pray,Thus imitate thy Son!Teach me, O God, with truth to say,Thy will, not mine, be done.
C. M.
Thy will be done.
How sweet to be allowed to prayTo God, the Holy One;With filial love and trust to say,“O God, thy will be done.”
How sweet to be allowed to pray
To God, the Holy One;
With filial love and trust to say,
“O God, thy will be done.”
2We in these sacred words can findA cure for every ill;They calm and soothe the troubled mind,And bid all care be still.
2We in these sacred words can find
A cure for every ill;
They calm and soothe the troubled mind,
And bid all care be still.
3O let that Will which gave me breath,And an immortal soul,In joy or grief, in life or death,My every wish control.
3O let that Will which gave me breath,
And an immortal soul,
In joy or grief, in life or death,
My every wish control.
4O, could my heart thus ever pray,Thus imitate thy Son!Teach me, O God, with truth to say,Thy will, not mine, be done.
4O, could my heart thus ever pray,
Thus imitate thy Son!
Teach me, O God, with truth to say,
Thy will, not mine, be done.
561C. M.Sanctify the Lord God in your hearts.1 Pet 3:15.While thee I seek, protecting Power,Be my vain wishes stilled;And may this consecrated hourWith better hopes be filled.2Thy love the power of thought bestowed;To thee my thoughts would soar;Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed;That mercy I adore.3In each event of life, how clearThy ruling hand I see!Each blessing to my soul more dear,Because conferred by thee.4In every joy that crowns my days,In every pain I bear,My heart shall find delight in praise,Or seek relief in prayer.5When gladness wings my favored hour,Thy love my thoughts shall fill;Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,My soul shall meet thy will.6My lifted eye, without a tear,The gathering storm shall see;My steadfast heart shall banish fear;That heart shall rest on thee.Miss H. M. Williams.
C. M.
Sanctify the Lord God in your hearts.1 Pet 3:15.
While thee I seek, protecting Power,Be my vain wishes stilled;And may this consecrated hourWith better hopes be filled.
While thee I seek, protecting Power,
Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
2Thy love the power of thought bestowed;To thee my thoughts would soar;Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed;That mercy I adore.
2Thy love the power of thought bestowed;
To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed;
That mercy I adore.
3In each event of life, how clearThy ruling hand I see!Each blessing to my soul more dear,Because conferred by thee.
3In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by thee.
4In every joy that crowns my days,In every pain I bear,My heart shall find delight in praise,Or seek relief in prayer.
4In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
5When gladness wings my favored hour,Thy love my thoughts shall fill;Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,My soul shall meet thy will.
5When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.
6My lifted eye, without a tear,The gathering storm shall see;My steadfast heart shall banish fear;That heart shall rest on thee.
6My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall banish fear;
That heart shall rest on thee.
Miss H. M. Williams.
562C. M.Retirement and meditation.I love to steal awhile awayFrom every cumbering care,And spend the hours of setting dayIn humble, grateful prayer.2I love in solitude to shedThe penitential tear;And all his promises to plead,Where none but God can hear.3I love to think on mercies past,And future good implore,And all my cares and sorrows castOn him whom I adore.4I love, by faith, to take a viewOf brighter scenes in heaven;The prospect doth my strength renew,While here by tempests driven.5Thus, when life’s toilsome day is o’er,May its departing rayBe calm as this impressive hour,And lead to endless day.Mrs. Brown.
C. M.
Retirement and meditation.
I love to steal awhile awayFrom every cumbering care,And spend the hours of setting dayIn humble, grateful prayer.
I love to steal awhile away
From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.
2I love in solitude to shedThe penitential tear;And all his promises to plead,Where none but God can hear.
2I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear;
And all his promises to plead,
Where none but God can hear.
3I love to think on mercies past,And future good implore,And all my cares and sorrows castOn him whom I adore.
3I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.
4I love, by faith, to take a viewOf brighter scenes in heaven;The prospect doth my strength renew,While here by tempests driven.
4I love, by faith, to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.
5Thus, when life’s toilsome day is o’er,May its departing rayBe calm as this impressive hour,And lead to endless day.
5Thus, when life’s toilsome day is o’er,
May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.
Mrs. Brown.
563C. M.My Saviour died for me.Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord,In thee I fix my trust,Encouraged by thy holy word,A feeble child of dust.2I have no argument beside,I urge no other plea,And ’tis enough—the Saviour died,The Saviour died for me.3When storms of fierce temptation beat,And furious foes assail,My refuge is the mercy-seat,My hope within the vail.4From strife of tongues and bitter words,My spirit flies to thee;Joy to my heart the thought affords—My Saviour died for me.5And when thy awful voice commandsThis body to decay,And life, in its last lingering sands,Is ebbing fast away—6Then, though it be in accents weak,My voice shall call on thee,And ask for strength in death to speak—“My Saviour died for me.”Raffles.
C. M.
My Saviour died for me.
Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord,In thee I fix my trust,Encouraged by thy holy word,A feeble child of dust.
Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord,
In thee I fix my trust,
Encouraged by thy holy word,
A feeble child of dust.
2I have no argument beside,I urge no other plea,And ’tis enough—the Saviour died,The Saviour died for me.
2I have no argument beside,
I urge no other plea,
And ’tis enough—the Saviour died,
The Saviour died for me.
3When storms of fierce temptation beat,And furious foes assail,My refuge is the mercy-seat,My hope within the vail.
3When storms of fierce temptation beat,
And furious foes assail,
My refuge is the mercy-seat,
My hope within the vail.
4From strife of tongues and bitter words,My spirit flies to thee;Joy to my heart the thought affords—My Saviour died for me.
4From strife of tongues and bitter words,
My spirit flies to thee;
Joy to my heart the thought affords—
My Saviour died for me.
5And when thy awful voice commandsThis body to decay,And life, in its last lingering sands,Is ebbing fast away—
5And when thy awful voice commands
This body to decay,
And life, in its last lingering sands,
Is ebbing fast away—
6Then, though it be in accents weak,My voice shall call on thee,And ask for strength in death to speak—“My Saviour died for me.”
6Then, though it be in accents weak,
My voice shall call on thee,
And ask for strength in death to speak—
“My Saviour died for me.”
Raffles.
564C. M.Let us draw near.Heb. 10:22.Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,Where Jesus answers prayer;There humbly fall before his feet,For none can perish there.2Thy promise is my only plea,With this I venture nigh;Thou callest burdened souls to thee,And such, O Lord, am I.3Bowed down beneath a load of sin,By Satan sorely pressed,By war without, and fear within,I come to thee for rest.4Be thou my shield and hiding-place;That, sheltered near thy side,I may my fierce accuser face,And tell him, “Thou hast died.”5O, wondrous love, to bleed and die,To bear the cross and shame,That guilty sinners, such as I,Might plead thy gracious name!Newton.
C. M.
Let us draw near.Heb. 10:22.
Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,Where Jesus answers prayer;There humbly fall before his feet,For none can perish there.
Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.
2Thy promise is my only plea,With this I venture nigh;Thou callest burdened souls to thee,And such, O Lord, am I.
2Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
3Bowed down beneath a load of sin,By Satan sorely pressed,By war without, and fear within,I come to thee for rest.
3Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed,
By war without, and fear within,
I come to thee for rest.
4Be thou my shield and hiding-place;That, sheltered near thy side,I may my fierce accuser face,And tell him, “Thou hast died.”
4Be thou my shield and hiding-place;
That, sheltered near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, “Thou hast died.”
5O, wondrous love, to bleed and die,To bear the cross and shame,That guilty sinners, such as I,Might plead thy gracious name!
5O, wondrous love, to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name!
Newton.
565C. M.Prayer.Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,Unuttered or expressed;The motion of a hidden fireThat trembles in the breast.2Prayer is the burden of a sigh,The falling of a tear;The upward glancing of an eyeWhen none but God is near.3Prayer is the simplest form of speechThat infant lips can try;Prayer, the sublimest strains that reachThe Majesty on high.4Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice,Returning from his ways,While angels in their songs rejoice,And say—“Behold he prays.”5Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath,The Christian’s native air,His watchword at the gate of death;He enters heaven with prayer.Montgomery.
C. M.
Prayer.
Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,Unuttered or expressed;The motion of a hidden fireThat trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,
Unuttered or expressed;
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
2Prayer is the burden of a sigh,The falling of a tear;The upward glancing of an eyeWhen none but God is near.
2Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;
The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near.
3Prayer is the simplest form of speechThat infant lips can try;Prayer, the sublimest strains that reachThe Majesty on high.
3Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.
4Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice,Returning from his ways,While angels in their songs rejoice,And say—“Behold he prays.”
4Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice,
Returning from his ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice,
And say—“Behold he prays.”
5Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath,The Christian’s native air,His watchword at the gate of death;He enters heaven with prayer.
5Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath,
The Christian’s native air,
His watchword at the gate of death;
He enters heaven with prayer.
Montgomery.
566C. M.Filled with all the fullness of God.O Lord, I would delight in thee,And on thy care depend;To thee in every trouble flee,My best, my only Friend.2When all created streams are dried,Thy fullness is the same;May I with this be satisfied,And glory in thy name!3No good in creatures can be found,But what is found in thee:I must have all things and aboundWhile God is God to me.4O that I had a stronger faith,To look within the vail—To credit what my Saviour saith,Whose word can never fail.5He who has made my heaven secure,Will here all good provide:While Christ is rich, can I be poor?What can I want beside?6O Lord, I cast my care on thee;I triumph and adore:Henceforth my great concern shall beTo love and please thee more.
C. M.
Filled with all the fullness of God.
O Lord, I would delight in thee,And on thy care depend;To thee in every trouble flee,My best, my only Friend.
O Lord, I would delight in thee,
And on thy care depend;
To thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only Friend.
2When all created streams are dried,Thy fullness is the same;May I with this be satisfied,And glory in thy name!
2When all created streams are dried,
Thy fullness is the same;
May I with this be satisfied,
And glory in thy name!
3No good in creatures can be found,But what is found in thee:I must have all things and aboundWhile God is God to me.
3No good in creatures can be found,
But what is found in thee:
I must have all things and abound
While God is God to me.
4O that I had a stronger faith,To look within the vail—To credit what my Saviour saith,Whose word can never fail.
4O that I had a stronger faith,
To look within the vail—
To credit what my Saviour saith,
Whose word can never fail.
5He who has made my heaven secure,Will here all good provide:While Christ is rich, can I be poor?What can I want beside?
5He who has made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide:
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?
6O Lord, I cast my care on thee;I triumph and adore:Henceforth my great concern shall beTo love and please thee more.
6O Lord, I cast my care on thee;
I triumph and adore:
Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and please thee more.
567S. M.Ask and it shall be given you.Luke 11:9.Jesus, my strength, my hope,On thee I cast my care,With humble confidence look up,And know thou hearest my prayer.2Give me on thee to waitTill I can all things do;On thee, almighty to create,Almighty to renew.3I want a sober mind,A self-renouncing will,That tramples down, and casts behind,The baits of pleasing ill;4A soul inured to pain,To hardships, grief, and loss;Bold to take up, firm to sustainThe consecrated cross;5I want a godly fear,A quick-discerning eye,That looks to thee when sin is near,And sees the tempter fly;6A spirit still prepared,And armed with jealous care,For ever standing on its guard,And watching unto prayer.C. Wesley.
S. M.
Ask and it shall be given you.Luke 11:9.
Jesus, my strength, my hope,On thee I cast my care,With humble confidence look up,And know thou hearest my prayer.
Jesus, my strength, my hope,
On thee I cast my care,
With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hearest my prayer.
2Give me on thee to waitTill I can all things do;On thee, almighty to create,Almighty to renew.
2Give me on thee to wait
Till I can all things do;
On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.
3I want a sober mind,A self-renouncing will,That tramples down, and casts behind,The baits of pleasing ill;
3I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down, and casts behind,
The baits of pleasing ill;
4A soul inured to pain,To hardships, grief, and loss;Bold to take up, firm to sustainThe consecrated cross;
4A soul inured to pain,
To hardships, grief, and loss;
Bold to take up, firm to sustain
The consecrated cross;
5I want a godly fear,A quick-discerning eye,That looks to thee when sin is near,And sees the tempter fly;
5I want a godly fear,
A quick-discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;
6A spirit still prepared,And armed with jealous care,For ever standing on its guard,And watching unto prayer.
6A spirit still prepared,
And armed with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.
C. Wesley.
568S. M. D.Opening prayer meeting.It is the hour of prayer:Draw near and bend the knee,And fill the calm and holy airWith voice of melody!O’erwearied with the heatAnd burden of the day,Now let us rest our wandering feet,And gather here to pray.2O, blesséd is the hourThat lifts our hearts on high!Like sunlight when the tempests lower,Prayer to the soul is nigh;Though dark may be our lot,Our eyes be dim with care,These saddening thoughts shall trouble notThis holy hour of prayer.
S. M. D.
Opening prayer meeting.
It is the hour of prayer:Draw near and bend the knee,And fill the calm and holy airWith voice of melody!O’erwearied with the heatAnd burden of the day,Now let us rest our wandering feet,And gather here to pray.
It is the hour of prayer:
Draw near and bend the knee,
And fill the calm and holy air
With voice of melody!
O’erwearied with the heat
And burden of the day,
Now let us rest our wandering feet,
And gather here to pray.
2O, blesséd is the hourThat lifts our hearts on high!Like sunlight when the tempests lower,Prayer to the soul is nigh;Though dark may be our lot,Our eyes be dim with care,These saddening thoughts shall trouble notThis holy hour of prayer.
2O, blesséd is the hour
That lifts our hearts on high!
Like sunlight when the tempests lower,
Prayer to the soul is nigh;
Though dark may be our lot,
Our eyes be dim with care,
These saddening thoughts shall trouble not
This holy hour of prayer.
569C. H. M.Come, let us pray.Come, let us pray; ’tis sweet to feelThat God himself is near;That while we at his footstool kneel,His mercy deigns to hear:Though sorrows cloud life’s dreary way,This is our solace—let us pray.2Come, let us pray: the burning brow,The heart oppressed with care,And all the woes that throng us now,Will be relieved by prayer:Jesus will smile our griefs away;O, glorious thought!—come! let us pray.3Come, let us pray: the mercy-seatInvites the fervent prayer,And Jesus ready stands to greetThe contrite spirit there:O, loiter not, nor longer stayFrom him who loves us; let us pray.
C. H. M.
Come, let us pray.
Come, let us pray; ’tis sweet to feelThat God himself is near;That while we at his footstool kneel,His mercy deigns to hear:Though sorrows cloud life’s dreary way,This is our solace—let us pray.
Come, let us pray; ’tis sweet to feel
That God himself is near;
That while we at his footstool kneel,
His mercy deigns to hear:
Though sorrows cloud life’s dreary way,
This is our solace—let us pray.
2Come, let us pray: the burning brow,The heart oppressed with care,And all the woes that throng us now,Will be relieved by prayer:Jesus will smile our griefs away;O, glorious thought!—come! let us pray.
2Come, let us pray: the burning brow,
The heart oppressed with care,
And all the woes that throng us now,
Will be relieved by prayer:
Jesus will smile our griefs away;
O, glorious thought!—come! let us pray.
3Come, let us pray: the mercy-seatInvites the fervent prayer,And Jesus ready stands to greetThe contrite spirit there:O, loiter not, nor longer stayFrom him who loves us; let us pray.
3Come, let us pray: the mercy-seat
Invites the fervent prayer,
And Jesus ready stands to greet
The contrite spirit there:
O, loiter not, nor longer stay
From him who loves us; let us pray.
570S. M.Invitation to prayer.Come to the house of prayer,O thou afflicted, come;The God of peace shall meet thee there;He makes that house his home.2Come to the house of praise,Ye who are happy now;In sweet accord your voices raise,In kindred homage bow.3Ye agéd, hither come,For you have felt his love;Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,Your lips forget to move.4Ye young, before his throneCome, bow; your voices raise;Let not your hearts his praise disownWho gives the power to praise.5Thou, whose benignant eyeIn mercy looks on all—Who seest the tear of misery,And hearest the mourner’s call—6Up to thy dwelling-placeBear our frail spirits on,Till they outstrip time’s tardy pace,And heaven on earth be won.E. Taylor.
S. M.
Invitation to prayer.
Come to the house of prayer,O thou afflicted, come;The God of peace shall meet thee there;He makes that house his home.
Come to the house of prayer,
O thou afflicted, come;
The God of peace shall meet thee there;
He makes that house his home.
2Come to the house of praise,Ye who are happy now;In sweet accord your voices raise,In kindred homage bow.
2Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,
In kindred homage bow.
3Ye agéd, hither come,For you have felt his love;Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,Your lips forget to move.
3Ye agéd, hither come,
For you have felt his love;
Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,
Your lips forget to move.
4Ye young, before his throneCome, bow; your voices raise;Let not your hearts his praise disownWho gives the power to praise.
4Ye young, before his throne
Come, bow; your voices raise;
Let not your hearts his praise disown
Who gives the power to praise.
5Thou, whose benignant eyeIn mercy looks on all—Who seest the tear of misery,And hearest the mourner’s call—
5Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all—
Who seest the tear of misery,
And hearest the mourner’s call—
6Up to thy dwelling-placeBear our frail spirits on,Till they outstrip time’s tardy pace,And heaven on earth be won.
6Up to thy dwelling-place
Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time’s tardy pace,
And heaven on earth be won.
E. Taylor.
5717s, 6 lines.Heavenly places.If ’tis sweet to mingle whereChristians meet for social prayer;If ’tis sweet with them to raiseSongs of holy joy and praise—Passing sweet that state must be,Where they meet eternally.2Saviour, may these meetings proveAntepasts to that above;While we worship in this place,May we go from grace to grace,Till we each, in his degree,Fit for endless glory be.
7s, 6 lines.
Heavenly places.
If ’tis sweet to mingle whereChristians meet for social prayer;If ’tis sweet with them to raiseSongs of holy joy and praise—Passing sweet that state must be,Where they meet eternally.
If ’tis sweet to mingle where
Christians meet for social prayer;
If ’tis sweet with them to raise
Songs of holy joy and praise—
Passing sweet that state must be,
Where they meet eternally.
2Saviour, may these meetings proveAntepasts to that above;While we worship in this place,May we go from grace to grace,Till we each, in his degree,Fit for endless glory be.
2Saviour, may these meetings prove
Antepasts to that above;
While we worship in this place,
May we go from grace to grace,
Till we each, in his degree,
Fit for endless glory be.
5727s.Deliver us from evil.Heavenly Father! to whose eyeFuture things unfolded lie;Through the desert when I strayLet thy counsels guide my way.2Lord! uphold me day by day;Shed a light upon my way;Guide me through perplexing snares,Care for me in all my cares.3Should thy wisdom, Lord, decreeTrials long and sharp for me,Pain, or sorrow, care or shame—Father! glorify thy name.4Let me neither faint nor fear,Feeling still that thou art near;In the course my Saviour trod,Tending home to thee, my God.Conder.
7s.
Deliver us from evil.
Heavenly Father! to whose eyeFuture things unfolded lie;Through the desert when I strayLet thy counsels guide my way.
Heavenly Father! to whose eye
Future things unfolded lie;
Through the desert when I stray
Let thy counsels guide my way.
2Lord! uphold me day by day;Shed a light upon my way;Guide me through perplexing snares,Care for me in all my cares.
2Lord! uphold me day by day;
Shed a light upon my way;
Guide me through perplexing snares,
Care for me in all my cares.
3Should thy wisdom, Lord, decreeTrials long and sharp for me,Pain, or sorrow, care or shame—Father! glorify thy name.
3Should thy wisdom, Lord, decree
Trials long and sharp for me,
Pain, or sorrow, care or shame—
Father! glorify thy name.
4Let me neither faint nor fear,Feeling still that thou art near;In the course my Saviour trod,Tending home to thee, my God.
4Let me neither faint nor fear,
Feeling still that thou art near;
In the course my Saviour trod,
Tending home to thee, my God.
Conder.
5737s.God is present everywhere.They who seek the throne of graceFind that throne in every place;If we live a life of prayer,God is present everywhere.2In our sickness and our health,In our want, or in our wealth,If we look to God in prayer,God is present everywhere.3When our earthly comforts fail,When the woes of life prevail,’Tis the time for earnest prayer;God is present everywhere.4Then, my soul, in every strait,To thy Father come, and wait;He will answer every prayer;God is present everywhere.
7s.
God is present everywhere.
They who seek the throne of graceFind that throne in every place;If we live a life of prayer,God is present everywhere.
They who seek the throne of grace
Find that throne in every place;
If we live a life of prayer,
God is present everywhere.
2In our sickness and our health,In our want, or in our wealth,If we look to God in prayer,God is present everywhere.
2In our sickness and our health,
In our want, or in our wealth,
If we look to God in prayer,
God is present everywhere.
3When our earthly comforts fail,When the woes of life prevail,’Tis the time for earnest prayer;God is present everywhere.
3When our earthly comforts fail,
When the woes of life prevail,
’Tis the time for earnest prayer;
God is present everywhere.
4Then, my soul, in every strait,To thy Father come, and wait;He will answer every prayer;God is present everywhere.
4Then, my soul, in every strait,
To thy Father come, and wait;
He will answer every prayer;
God is present everywhere.
5747s.Lift the heart, and bend the knee.Child, amid the flowers at play,While the red light fades away;Mother, with thine earnest eyeEver following silently;2Father, by the breeze of eve,Called thy daily toil to leave;Pray! ere yet the dark hours be,Lift the heart, and bend the knee!3Traveler in the stranger’s land,Far from thine own household band;Mourner, haunted by the toneOf a voice from this world gone;4Captive, in whose narrow cellSunshine hath not leave to dwell;Sailor, on the darkening sea,Lift the heart, and bend the knee!5Ye that triumph, ye that sigh,Kindred by one holy tie,Heaven’s first star alike ye see;Lift the heart, and bend the knee!Mrs. Hemans.
7s.
Lift the heart, and bend the knee.
Child, amid the flowers at play,While the red light fades away;Mother, with thine earnest eyeEver following silently;
Child, amid the flowers at play,
While the red light fades away;
Mother, with thine earnest eye
Ever following silently;
2Father, by the breeze of eve,Called thy daily toil to leave;Pray! ere yet the dark hours be,Lift the heart, and bend the knee!
2Father, by the breeze of eve,
Called thy daily toil to leave;
Pray! ere yet the dark hours be,
Lift the heart, and bend the knee!
3Traveler in the stranger’s land,Far from thine own household band;Mourner, haunted by the toneOf a voice from this world gone;
3Traveler in the stranger’s land,
Far from thine own household band;
Mourner, haunted by the tone
Of a voice from this world gone;
4Captive, in whose narrow cellSunshine hath not leave to dwell;Sailor, on the darkening sea,Lift the heart, and bend the knee!
4Captive, in whose narrow cell
Sunshine hath not leave to dwell;
Sailor, on the darkening sea,
Lift the heart, and bend the knee!
5Ye that triumph, ye that sigh,Kindred by one holy tie,Heaven’s first star alike ye see;Lift the heart, and bend the knee!
5Ye that triumph, ye that sigh,
Kindred by one holy tie,
Heaven’s first star alike ye see;
Lift the heart, and bend the knee!
Mrs. Hemans.
5757s.Lead me, O Lord.Shepherd of thy little flock,Lead me to the shadowing rock,Where the richest pasture grows;Where the living water flows;2By that pure and silent stream,Sheltered from the scorching beam;Shepherd, Saviour, Guardian, Guide,Keep me ever near thy side.
7s.
Lead me, O Lord.
Shepherd of thy little flock,Lead me to the shadowing rock,Where the richest pasture grows;Where the living water flows;
Shepherd of thy little flock,
Lead me to the shadowing rock,
Where the richest pasture grows;
Where the living water flows;
2By that pure and silent stream,Sheltered from the scorching beam;Shepherd, Saviour, Guardian, Guide,Keep me ever near thy side.
2By that pure and silent stream,
Sheltered from the scorching beam;
Shepherd, Saviour, Guardian, Guide,
Keep me ever near thy side.
5767s, 6 lines.Draw near with a true heart.Heb. 10:22.Holy Lord, our hearts prepareFor the solemn work of prayer;Grant that while we bend the knee,All our thoughts may turn to thee;Let thy presence here be found,Breathing peace and joy around.2Lord, when we approach thy throne,Make thy power and glory known:Thus may we be taught to callHumbly on the Lord of all,And with reverence and fear,At thy footstool to appear.3Teach us, as we breathe our woes,On thy promise to repose;All thy tender love to traceIn the Saviour’s work of grace;And with confidence dependOn a gracious God and Friend.
7s, 6 lines.
Draw near with a true heart.Heb. 10:22.
Holy Lord, our hearts prepareFor the solemn work of prayer;Grant that while we bend the knee,All our thoughts may turn to thee;Let thy presence here be found,Breathing peace and joy around.
Holy Lord, our hearts prepare
For the solemn work of prayer;
Grant that while we bend the knee,
All our thoughts may turn to thee;
Let thy presence here be found,
Breathing peace and joy around.
2Lord, when we approach thy throne,Make thy power and glory known:Thus may we be taught to callHumbly on the Lord of all,And with reverence and fear,At thy footstool to appear.
2Lord, when we approach thy throne,
Make thy power and glory known:
Thus may we be taught to call
Humbly on the Lord of all,
And with reverence and fear,
At thy footstool to appear.
3Teach us, as we breathe our woes,On thy promise to repose;All thy tender love to traceIn the Saviour’s work of grace;And with confidence dependOn a gracious God and Friend.
3Teach us, as we breathe our woes,
On thy promise to repose;
All thy tender love to trace
In the Saviour’s work of grace;
And with confidence depend
On a gracious God and Friend.
5777s.The Lord make his face shine upon thee.Num. 6:25.Stealing from the world away,We are come to seek thy face;Kindly meet us, Lord, we pray,Grant us thy reviving grace.2Yonder stars that gild the sky,Shine but with a borrowed light:We, unless thy light be nigh,Wander, wrapt in gloomy night.3Sun of Righteousness! dispelAll our darkness, doubts and fears;May thy light within us dwell,Till eternal day appears.Ray Palmer.
7s.
The Lord make his face shine upon thee.Num. 6:25.
Stealing from the world away,We are come to seek thy face;Kindly meet us, Lord, we pray,Grant us thy reviving grace.
Stealing from the world away,
We are come to seek thy face;
Kindly meet us, Lord, we pray,
Grant us thy reviving grace.
2Yonder stars that gild the sky,Shine but with a borrowed light:We, unless thy light be nigh,Wander, wrapt in gloomy night.
2Yonder stars that gild the sky,
Shine but with a borrowed light:
We, unless thy light be nigh,
Wander, wrapt in gloomy night.
3Sun of Righteousness! dispelAll our darkness, doubts and fears;May thy light within us dwell,Till eternal day appears.
3Sun of Righteousness! dispel
All our darkness, doubts and fears;
May thy light within us dwell,
Till eternal day appears.
Ray Palmer.
5787s, double.Hear us when to thee we cry.Saviour, when in dust to theeLow we bow th’ adoring knee:When repentant, to the skiesScarce we lift our streaming eyes;O, by all thy pains and woe,Suffered once for man below,Bending from thy throne on high,Hear us when to thee we cry.2By thy birth and early years,By thy human griefs and fears,By thy fasting and distressIn the lonely wilderness;By thy victory in the hourOf the subtle tempter’s power;Jesus look with pitying eye,Hear our humble, earnest cry.3By thine hour of dark despair,By thine agony of prayer,By thy purple robe of scorn,By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn,By thy cross, thy pangs and cries,By thy perfect sacrifice;Jesus, look with pitying eye,Listen to our humble cry.4By thy deep expiring groan,By thy sealed sepulchral stone,By thy triumph o’er the grave,By thy power from death to save:Dying, risen, ascended, Lord,To thy throne in heaven restored,Bending from thy throne on high,Hear us when to thee we cry.Grant.
7s, double.
Hear us when to thee we cry.
Saviour, when in dust to theeLow we bow th’ adoring knee:When repentant, to the skiesScarce we lift our streaming eyes;O, by all thy pains and woe,Suffered once for man below,Bending from thy throne on high,Hear us when to thee we cry.
Saviour, when in dust to thee
Low we bow th’ adoring knee:
When repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes;
O, by all thy pains and woe,
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from thy throne on high,
Hear us when to thee we cry.
2By thy birth and early years,By thy human griefs and fears,By thy fasting and distressIn the lonely wilderness;By thy victory in the hourOf the subtle tempter’s power;Jesus look with pitying eye,Hear our humble, earnest cry.
2By thy birth and early years,
By thy human griefs and fears,
By thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness;
By thy victory in the hour
Of the subtle tempter’s power;
Jesus look with pitying eye,
Hear our humble, earnest cry.
3By thine hour of dark despair,By thine agony of prayer,By thy purple robe of scorn,By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn,By thy cross, thy pangs and cries,By thy perfect sacrifice;Jesus, look with pitying eye,Listen to our humble cry.
3By thine hour of dark despair,
By thine agony of prayer,
By thy purple robe of scorn,
By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn,
By thy cross, thy pangs and cries,
By thy perfect sacrifice;
Jesus, look with pitying eye,
Listen to our humble cry.
4By thy deep expiring groan,By thy sealed sepulchral stone,By thy triumph o’er the grave,By thy power from death to save:Dying, risen, ascended, Lord,To thy throne in heaven restored,Bending from thy throne on high,Hear us when to thee we cry.
4By thy deep expiring groan,
By thy sealed sepulchral stone,
By thy triumph o’er the grave,
By thy power from death to save:
Dying, risen, ascended, Lord,
To thy throne in heaven restored,
Bending from thy throne on high,
Hear us when to thee we cry.
Grant.
5797s & 6s.Evening, and morning, etc.Psalm 55:17.Go, when the morning shineth,Go, when the moon is bright,Go, when the eve declineth,Go, in the hush of night;Go with pure mind and feeling,Put earthly thoughts away,And in God’s presence kneeling,Do thou in secret pray.2Remember all who love thee,All who are loved by thee;Pray, too, for those who hate thee,If any such there be;Then for thyself, in meekness,A blessing humbly claim;And blend with each petitionThy great Redeemer’s name.3Or, if ’tis e’er denied theeIn solitude to pray,Should holy thoughts come o’er thee,When friends are round thy way,E’en then, the silent breathingThy spirit lifts above,Will reach his throne of glory,Where dwells eternal love.
7s & 6s.
Evening, and morning, etc.Psalm 55:17.
Go, when the morning shineth,Go, when the moon is bright,Go, when the eve declineth,Go, in the hush of night;Go with pure mind and feeling,Put earthly thoughts away,And in God’s presence kneeling,Do thou in secret pray.
Go, when the morning shineth,
Go, when the moon is bright,
Go, when the eve declineth,
Go, in the hush of night;
Go with pure mind and feeling,
Put earthly thoughts away,
And in God’s presence kneeling,
Do thou in secret pray.
2Remember all who love thee,All who are loved by thee;Pray, too, for those who hate thee,If any such there be;Then for thyself, in meekness,A blessing humbly claim;And blend with each petitionThy great Redeemer’s name.
2Remember all who love thee,
All who are loved by thee;
Pray, too, for those who hate thee,
If any such there be;
Then for thyself, in meekness,
A blessing humbly claim;
And blend with each petition
Thy great Redeemer’s name.
3Or, if ’tis e’er denied theeIn solitude to pray,Should holy thoughts come o’er thee,When friends are round thy way,E’en then, the silent breathingThy spirit lifts above,Will reach his throne of glory,Where dwells eternal love.
3Or, if ’tis e’er denied thee
In solitude to pray,
Should holy thoughts come o’er thee,
When friends are round thy way,
E’en then, the silent breathing
Thy spirit lifts above,
Will reach his throne of glory,
Where dwells eternal love.
5806s & 5s.After this manner pray ye.Matt. 6:9.Our Father in heaven,We hallow thy name!May thy kingdom holyOn earth be the same!O give to us daily,Our portion of bread;It is from thy bountyThat all must be fed.2Forgive our transgressions,And teach us to knowThat humble compassionThat pardons each foe;Keep us from temptation,From weakness and sin,And thine be the gloryFor ever—Amen!S. J. Hale.
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After this manner pray ye.Matt. 6:9.
Our Father in heaven,We hallow thy name!May thy kingdom holyOn earth be the same!O give to us daily,Our portion of bread;It is from thy bountyThat all must be fed.
Our Father in heaven,
We hallow thy name!
May thy kingdom holy
On earth be the same!
O give to us daily,
Our portion of bread;
It is from thy bounty
That all must be fed.
2Forgive our transgressions,And teach us to knowThat humble compassionThat pardons each foe;Keep us from temptation,From weakness and sin,And thine be the gloryFor ever—Amen!
2Forgive our transgressions,
And teach us to know
That humble compassion
That pardons each foe;
Keep us from temptation,
From weakness and sin,
And thine be the glory
For ever—Amen!
S. J. Hale.
5818s & 4s.The hour of prayer.My God! is any hour so sweet,From blush of morn to evening star,As that which calls me to thy feet—The hour of prayer?2Blest is the tranquil hour of morn,And blest that hour of solemn eve,When, on the wings of prayer up-borne,The world I leave.3Then is my strength by thee renewed;Then are my sins by thee forgiven;Then dost thou cheer my solitudeWith hopes of heaven.4No words can tell what sweet reliefThere for my every want I find;What strength for warfare, balm for grief,What peace of mind!5Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;My spirit seems in heaven to stay;And e’en the penitential tearIs wiped away.6Lord! till I reach that blissful shore,No privilege so dear shall beAs thus my inmost soul to pourIn prayer to thee.Charlotte Elliott.
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The hour of prayer.
My God! is any hour so sweet,From blush of morn to evening star,As that which calls me to thy feet—The hour of prayer?
My God! is any hour so sweet,
From blush of morn to evening star,
As that which calls me to thy feet—
The hour of prayer?
2Blest is the tranquil hour of morn,And blest that hour of solemn eve,When, on the wings of prayer up-borne,The world I leave.
2Blest is the tranquil hour of morn,
And blest that hour of solemn eve,
When, on the wings of prayer up-borne,
The world I leave.
3Then is my strength by thee renewed;Then are my sins by thee forgiven;Then dost thou cheer my solitudeWith hopes of heaven.
3Then is my strength by thee renewed;
Then are my sins by thee forgiven;
Then dost thou cheer my solitude
With hopes of heaven.
4No words can tell what sweet reliefThere for my every want I find;What strength for warfare, balm for grief,What peace of mind!
4No words can tell what sweet relief
There for my every want I find;
What strength for warfare, balm for grief,
What peace of mind!
5Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;My spirit seems in heaven to stay;And e’en the penitential tearIs wiped away.
5Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;
My spirit seems in heaven to stay;
And e’en the penitential tear
Is wiped away.
6Lord! till I reach that blissful shore,No privilege so dear shall beAs thus my inmost soul to pourIn prayer to thee.
6Lord! till I reach that blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In prayer to thee.
Charlotte Elliott.
582C. P. M.Casting all your care upon him.1 Pet. 5:7.O Lord! how happy should we be,If we could leave our cares to thee,If we from self could rest,And feel at heart that One above,In perfect wisdom, perfect love,Is working for the best.2For when we kneel and cast our careUpon our God in humble prayer,With strengthened souls we rise;Sure that our Father, who is nighTo hear the ravens when they cry,Will hear his children’s cries.3O! would these restless hearts of oursThe lesson learn from birds and flowers,And learn from self to cease;Leave all things to our Father’s will,And in his mercy trusting still,Find in each trial, peace.
C. P. M.
Casting all your care upon him.1 Pet. 5:7.
O Lord! how happy should we be,If we could leave our cares to thee,If we from self could rest,And feel at heart that One above,In perfect wisdom, perfect love,Is working for the best.
O Lord! how happy should we be,
If we could leave our cares to thee,
If we from self could rest,
And feel at heart that One above,
In perfect wisdom, perfect love,
Is working for the best.
2For when we kneel and cast our careUpon our God in humble prayer,With strengthened souls we rise;Sure that our Father, who is nighTo hear the ravens when they cry,Will hear his children’s cries.
2For when we kneel and cast our care
Upon our God in humble prayer,
With strengthened souls we rise;
Sure that our Father, who is nigh
To hear the ravens when they cry,
Will hear his children’s cries.
3O! would these restless hearts of oursThe lesson learn from birds and flowers,And learn from self to cease;Leave all things to our Father’s will,And in his mercy trusting still,Find in each trial, peace.
3O! would these restless hearts of ours
The lesson learn from birds and flowers,
And learn from self to cease;
Leave all things to our Father’s will,
And in his mercy trusting still,
Find in each trial, peace.
58311s.Faint, yet pursuing.Judges 8:4.Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way;The Lord is our Leader, his Word is our stay;Though suffering, and sorrow, and trial, be near,The Lord is our refuge, and whom can we fear?2He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint;The weak and oppressed, he will hear their complaint;The way may be weary, and thorny the road,But how can we falter? our help is in God.3And to his green pastures our footsteps he leads;His flock in the desert, how kindly he feeds!The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears,And brings back the wanderers all safe from the snares.4Though clouds may surround us, our God is our light;Though storms rage around us, our God is our might;So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we come;The Lord is our Leader, and heaven is our home.
11s.
Faint, yet pursuing.Judges 8:4.
Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way;The Lord is our Leader, his Word is our stay;Though suffering, and sorrow, and trial, be near,The Lord is our refuge, and whom can we fear?
Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way;
The Lord is our Leader, his Word is our stay;
Though suffering, and sorrow, and trial, be near,
The Lord is our refuge, and whom can we fear?
2He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint;The weak and oppressed, he will hear their complaint;The way may be weary, and thorny the road,But how can we falter? our help is in God.
2He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint;
The weak and oppressed, he will hear their complaint;
The way may be weary, and thorny the road,
But how can we falter? our help is in God.
3And to his green pastures our footsteps he leads;His flock in the desert, how kindly he feeds!The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears,And brings back the wanderers all safe from the snares.
3And to his green pastures our footsteps he leads;
His flock in the desert, how kindly he feeds!
The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears,
And brings back the wanderers all safe from the snares.
4Though clouds may surround us, our God is our light;Though storms rage around us, our God is our might;So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we come;The Lord is our Leader, and heaven is our home.
4Though clouds may surround us, our God is our light;
Though storms rage around us, our God is our might;
So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we come;
The Lord is our Leader, and heaven is our home.
58411s & 10s.For divine strength.Father, in thy mysterious presence kneeling,Fain would our souls feel all thy kindling love,For we are weak, and need some deep revealingOf trust, and strength, and calmness, from above.2Lord, we have wandered forth thro’ doubt and sorrow,And thou hast made each step an onward one;And we will ever trust each unknown morrow—Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done.3In the heart’s depths, a peace serene and holyAbides, and when pain seems to have her will,Or we despair—O may that peace rise slowly,Stronger than agony, and we be still.4Now, Father, now, in thy dear presence kneeling,Our spirits yearn to feel thy kindling love:Now make us strong, we need thy deep revealingOf trust, and strength, and calmness, from above.S. Johnson.
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For divine strength.
Father, in thy mysterious presence kneeling,Fain would our souls feel all thy kindling love,For we are weak, and need some deep revealingOf trust, and strength, and calmness, from above.
Father, in thy mysterious presence kneeling,
Fain would our souls feel all thy kindling love,
For we are weak, and need some deep revealing
Of trust, and strength, and calmness, from above.
2Lord, we have wandered forth thro’ doubt and sorrow,And thou hast made each step an onward one;And we will ever trust each unknown morrow—Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done.
2Lord, we have wandered forth thro’ doubt and sorrow,
And thou hast made each step an onward one;
And we will ever trust each unknown morrow—
Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done.
3In the heart’s depths, a peace serene and holyAbides, and when pain seems to have her will,Or we despair—O may that peace rise slowly,Stronger than agony, and we be still.
3In the heart’s depths, a peace serene and holy
Abides, and when pain seems to have her will,
Or we despair—O may that peace rise slowly,
Stronger than agony, and we be still.
4Now, Father, now, in thy dear presence kneeling,Our spirits yearn to feel thy kindling love:Now make us strong, we need thy deep revealingOf trust, and strength, and calmness, from above.
4Now, Father, now, in thy dear presence kneeling,
Our spirits yearn to feel thy kindling love:
Now make us strong, we need thy deep revealing
Of trust, and strength, and calmness, from above.
S. Johnson.
58511s.The house of prayer.How honored, how dear, is that sacred abode,Where Christians draw near to their Father and God:’Mid worldly commotion my wearied soul faintsFor the house of devotion, the home of thy saints.2Thou hearer of prayer, O still grant me a placeWhere Christians repair to the courts of thy grace,More blest beyond measure one day so employed,Than years of vain pleasure by worldlings enjoyed.3Me more would it please keeping post at thy gate,Than lying at ease in the chambers of state;The meanest condition outshines with thy smiles,The pomp of ambition, the world with its wiles.4The Lord is a Sun, and the Lord is a Shield:What grace has begun, will with glory be sealed;He hears the distresséd, he succors the just,And they shall be blesséd who make him their trust.Conder.
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The house of prayer.
How honored, how dear, is that sacred abode,Where Christians draw near to their Father and God:’Mid worldly commotion my wearied soul faintsFor the house of devotion, the home of thy saints.
How honored, how dear, is that sacred abode,
Where Christians draw near to their Father and God:
’Mid worldly commotion my wearied soul faints
For the house of devotion, the home of thy saints.
2Thou hearer of prayer, O still grant me a placeWhere Christians repair to the courts of thy grace,More blest beyond measure one day so employed,Than years of vain pleasure by worldlings enjoyed.
2Thou hearer of prayer, O still grant me a place
Where Christians repair to the courts of thy grace,
More blest beyond measure one day so employed,
Than years of vain pleasure by worldlings enjoyed.
3Me more would it please keeping post at thy gate,Than lying at ease in the chambers of state;The meanest condition outshines with thy smiles,The pomp of ambition, the world with its wiles.
3Me more would it please keeping post at thy gate,
Than lying at ease in the chambers of state;
The meanest condition outshines with thy smiles,
The pomp of ambition, the world with its wiles.
4The Lord is a Sun, and the Lord is a Shield:What grace has begun, will with glory be sealed;He hears the distresséd, he succors the just,And they shall be blesséd who make him their trust.
4The Lord is a Sun, and the Lord is a Shield:
What grace has begun, will with glory be sealed;
He hears the distresséd, he succors the just,
And they shall be blesséd who make him their trust.
Conder.
58611s & 10s.Come ye disconsolate.Come, ye disconsolate, where’er you languish,Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel;Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not heal.2Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not cure.3Here see the bread of life; see waters flowingForth from the throne of God, pure from above:Come to the feast of love; come, ever-knowing,Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.T. Moore.
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Come ye disconsolate.
Come, ye disconsolate, where’er you languish,Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel;Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not heal.
Come, ye disconsolate, where’er you languish,
Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not heal.
2Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not cure.
2Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,
Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not cure.
3Here see the bread of life; see waters flowingForth from the throne of God, pure from above:Come to the feast of love; come, ever-knowing,Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.
3Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above:
Come to the feast of love; come, ever-knowing,
Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.
T. Moore.
587P. M.Hear, Father, hear our prayer.Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Thou who art pity where sorrow prevaileth,Thou who art safety when mortal help faileth,Strength to the feeble and hope to despair,Hear, Father, hear our prayer!2Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Wandering alone in the land of the stranger,Be with all travelers in sickness or danger,Guard thou their path, guide their feet from the snare:Hear, Father, hear our prayer!3Hear thou the poor that cry!Feed thou the hungry and lighten their sorrow,Grant them the sunshine of hope for the morrow;They are thy children, their trust is on high:Hear thou the poor that cry!4Dry thou the mourner’s tear!Heal thou the wounds of time-hallowed affection;Grant to the widow and orphan protection;Be, in their trouble, a friend ever near;Dry thou the mourner’s tear!5Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Long hath thy goodness our footsteps attended;Be with the pilgrim whose journey is ended:When at thy summons for death we prepare,Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
P. M.
Hear, Father, hear our prayer.
Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Thou who art pity where sorrow prevaileth,Thou who art safety when mortal help faileth,Strength to the feeble and hope to despair,Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
Thou who art pity where sorrow prevaileth,
Thou who art safety when mortal help faileth,
Strength to the feeble and hope to despair,
Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
2Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Wandering alone in the land of the stranger,Be with all travelers in sickness or danger,Guard thou their path, guide their feet from the snare:Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
2Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
Wandering alone in the land of the stranger,
Be with all travelers in sickness or danger,
Guard thou their path, guide their feet from the snare:
Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
3Hear thou the poor that cry!Feed thou the hungry and lighten their sorrow,Grant them the sunshine of hope for the morrow;They are thy children, their trust is on high:Hear thou the poor that cry!
3Hear thou the poor that cry!
Feed thou the hungry and lighten their sorrow,
Grant them the sunshine of hope for the morrow;
They are thy children, their trust is on high:
Hear thou the poor that cry!
4Dry thou the mourner’s tear!Heal thou the wounds of time-hallowed affection;Grant to the widow and orphan protection;Be, in their trouble, a friend ever near;Dry thou the mourner’s tear!
4Dry thou the mourner’s tear!
Heal thou the wounds of time-hallowed affection;
Grant to the widow and orphan protection;
Be, in their trouble, a friend ever near;
Dry thou the mourner’s tear!
5Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Long hath thy goodness our footsteps attended;Be with the pilgrim whose journey is ended:When at thy summons for death we prepare,Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
5Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
Long hath thy goodness our footsteps attended;
Be with the pilgrim whose journey is ended:
When at thy summons for death we prepare,
Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
58811s & 5.Prayer of the contrite.From the recesses of a lowly spirit,Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it,Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness;Forgive its weakness!2We see thy hand: it leads us, it supports us;We hear thy voice: it counsels and it courts us:And then we turn away; and still thy kindnessForgives our blindness.3O, how long-suffering, Lord! but thou delightestTo win with love the wandering; thou invitest,By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors,Man from his errors.4Father and Saviour! plant within each bosomThe seeds of holiness, and bid them blossomIn fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal,And spring eternal.Bowring.
11s & 5.
Prayer of the contrite.
From the recesses of a lowly spirit,Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it,Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness;Forgive its weakness!
From the recesses of a lowly spirit,
Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it,
Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness;
Forgive its weakness!
2We see thy hand: it leads us, it supports us;We hear thy voice: it counsels and it courts us:And then we turn away; and still thy kindnessForgives our blindness.
2We see thy hand: it leads us, it supports us;
We hear thy voice: it counsels and it courts us:
And then we turn away; and still thy kindness
Forgives our blindness.
3O, how long-suffering, Lord! but thou delightestTo win with love the wandering; thou invitest,By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors,Man from his errors.
3O, how long-suffering, Lord! but thou delightest
To win with love the wandering; thou invitest,
By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors,
Man from his errors.
4Father and Saviour! plant within each bosomThe seeds of holiness, and bid them blossomIn fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal,And spring eternal.
4Father and Saviour! plant within each bosom
The seeds of holiness, and bid them blossom
In fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal,
And spring eternal.
Bowring.
58911s & 10s.Strengthened with might, etc.Eph 3:16.Father, to us thy children, humbly kneeling,Conscious of weakness, ignorance, sin and shame,Give such a force of holy thought and feeling,That we may live to glorify thy name;2That we may conquer base desire and passion,That we may rise from selfish thought and will,O’ercome the world’s allurement, threat and fashion,Walk humbly, gently, leaning on thee still.3Let all thy loving kindness which attends us,Let all thy mercy on our souls be sealed;Lord, if thou wilt, thy saving power can cleanse us;O, speak the word! thy servants shall be healed.J. F. Clarke.
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Strengthened with might, etc.Eph 3:16.
Father, to us thy children, humbly kneeling,Conscious of weakness, ignorance, sin and shame,Give such a force of holy thought and feeling,That we may live to glorify thy name;
Father, to us thy children, humbly kneeling,
Conscious of weakness, ignorance, sin and shame,
Give such a force of holy thought and feeling,
That we may live to glorify thy name;
2That we may conquer base desire and passion,That we may rise from selfish thought and will,O’ercome the world’s allurement, threat and fashion,Walk humbly, gently, leaning on thee still.
2That we may conquer base desire and passion,
That we may rise from selfish thought and will,
O’ercome the world’s allurement, threat and fashion,
Walk humbly, gently, leaning on thee still.
3Let all thy loving kindness which attends us,Let all thy mercy on our souls be sealed;Lord, if thou wilt, thy saving power can cleanse us;O, speak the word! thy servants shall be healed.
3Let all thy loving kindness which attends us,
Let all thy mercy on our souls be sealed;
Lord, if thou wilt, thy saving power can cleanse us;
O, speak the word! thy servants shall be healed.
J. F. Clarke.
590P. M.Lead thou me on.Shed kindly light amid the encircling gloom,And lead me on!The night is dark, and I am far from home,Lead thou me on!Keep thou my feet: I do not ask to seeThe distant scene: one step enough for me.2I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thouShouldst lead me on!I loved to choose and see my path; but now,Lead thou me on!I loved day’s dazzling light, and spite of fearsPride ruled my will: remember not past years!3So long thy power hath blessed me, surely still’Twill lead me on!Through dreary doubt, through pain and sorrow, tillThe night is gone!And with the morn those angel faces smileWhich I have loved long since and lost awhile.Newman.
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Lead thou me on.
Shed kindly light amid the encircling gloom,And lead me on!The night is dark, and I am far from home,Lead thou me on!Keep thou my feet: I do not ask to seeThe distant scene: one step enough for me.
Shed kindly light amid the encircling gloom,
And lead me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home,
Lead thou me on!
Keep thou my feet: I do not ask to see
The distant scene: one step enough for me.
2I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thouShouldst lead me on!I loved to choose and see my path; but now,Lead thou me on!I loved day’s dazzling light, and spite of fearsPride ruled my will: remember not past years!
2I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
Shouldst lead me on!
I loved to choose and see my path; but now,
Lead thou me on!
I loved day’s dazzling light, and spite of fears
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years!
3So long thy power hath blessed me, surely still’Twill lead me on!Through dreary doubt, through pain and sorrow, tillThe night is gone!And with the morn those angel faces smileWhich I have loved long since and lost awhile.
3So long thy power hath blessed me, surely still
’Twill lead me on!
Through dreary doubt, through pain and sorrow, till
The night is gone!
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
Newman.