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4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer. -
5. When gladness wings my favor'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r,
My soul shall meet thy will.
6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gath’ring storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on thee. o
1 AR from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.
2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With pray’r and praise agree:
And seem by thy sweet bounty made,
For those who follow thee.
3 Then if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,
Oh, with what peace and joy and love,
She there communes with God!
4 There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise
2 “Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From ev’ry murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.
3 “Let the sweet hope that I am thine,
My life and death attend;
Thy presence thro' my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end.”
I OME, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire—
C This one great gift impart—
What most I need—and most desire,
A humble, holy heart.
3 More of myself grant I may know,
From sin's deceit be free,
In all the christian graces grow,
HYMN 285. C. M. B. Evening twilight. I I LOVE to steal awhile away From every cumb'ring care, And spend the hours of setting day, In humble, grateful prayer. t
? I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,
And all His promises to plead,
Where none but God can hear.
3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore, -
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.
4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heav'n;
The prospect doth my strength renew
While here by tempests driv'n.
5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.
HYMN 286. L. M. CowPER. Social prayer. l HAT various hind’rances we meet,
In coming to a mercy-seat 2 Yet who that knows the worth of pray’r, But wishes to be often there.
3 Restraining pray’r—we cease to fight;
Pray’r makes the Christian's armor bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
4 Have you no words?—Ah, think again;
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear,
With the sad tale of all your care.
5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heav’n in supplication sent—
Your cheerful song would oft’ner be,
“Hear what the Lord hath done for me!”
Importunate. Luke xviii. 1–7. 1 TESUS, who knows full well . . .e." The heart of ev'ry saint, Invites us all our griefs to tell, To pray, and never faint.
2 He bows his gracious ear— We never plead in vain; Then let us wait till he appear, And pray, and pray again. 3 Though unbelief suggest, “Why should we longer wait?” 224 *.
He bids us never give him rest,
But knock at mercy's gate.
4 Jesus, the Lord, will hear
His chosen when they cry;
Yes, though he may a while forbear,
He'll help them from on high.
5Then let us earnest cry,
And never faint in pray’r:
He sees, he hears, and from on high,
Will make our cause his care.
HyMN 288. C. M. Montgomery.
Behold he prayeth. Acts ir. 11.
I ToIRAY'R is the soul's sincere desire,
Unutter'd or express'd,
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
2 Pray’r is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.
3 Pray’r is the simplest form of speech . That infant lips can try; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The majesty on high. 4 Pray’r is the christian's vital breath, The christian's native air, His watchword at the gate of death— He enters heav'n with pray. K 2 8 225