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6 O, let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold and still,
This tounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget the MERCY SEAT.

HYMN 112. C. M.

for Prayer.

to , With rev’rence, and with fear, Though dust and ashes in thy sight,

We may, we must draw near.
2 God of all grace, we come to thee,

With broken, contrite hearts;
Give what thine eyes delight to see,

Truth in the inward parts.
3 Give deep humility--the sense

Of godly sorrow give ;
A strong desiring confidence

To hear thy voice, and live :4 Faith in the only sacrifice

That can for sin atone;
To cast our hopes, to fix our eyes,

On Christ, on Christ alone ;-
5 Patience to watch, and wait, and weep,

Though mercy long delay; Courage our fainting souls to keep,

And trust thee though thou slay. 6 Give these, and then thy will be done,

Thus strengthen'd with all might, We by thy Spirit, and thy. Son, Shall pray, and pray aright.

HYMN 113. C. M,

The nature of prayer. PRAE'R is the soul's sincere desire,

or 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;
Pray'r the sublimest strains that reach

The majesty on high.
4 Pray'r is the Christian's vital breath,

The Christian's native air,
The watch-word at the gates of death :-

He enters heav'n with pray'r.

5 Pray'r is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice,

And cry, “Behold, he prays !"
6 In pray'r, on earth, the saints are one;

They're one in word and mind;
When with the Father and the Son,

Sweet fellowship they find.
70 thou, by whom we come to God,

The life, the truth, the way,
The path of pray'r thyself hast trod;
Lord, teach us how to pray.

HYMN 114. L. M.

Worshipping Jesus. 1 YOFT be the gently breathing notes, That sing the Saviour's

dying love ; Soft as the ev'ning zephyr floats,

Soft as the tuneful lyres above.
2 Soft as the morning dews descend,

While the sweet lark exulting soars;
So soft to your Almighty Friend,

Be ev'ry sigh your bosom pours. 3 Pure as the sun's enliv’ning ray,

That scatters life and joy abroad;
Pure as the lucid car of day,

That wide proclaims its Maker, God. 4 True as the magnet to the pole,

So true let your contrition be
So true let all your sorrows roll,
To Him who bled upon the tree.

HYMN 115. C. M.

Habitual devotion. 1

HILST thee I seek, protecting Power! And may

this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.
2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd,

To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd:

That mercy I adore.
3 each event of life, how clear

Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul most dear,

Because conferr'd by thee.
4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days,

In ev'ry pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in pray'r.

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.

HYMN 116. C. M.

The devout request. 1

FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss, Accepted at thy throne of grace,

Let this petition rise :
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."

HYMN 117. C. M.

Retirement. 1 MAR from the world, O Lord, I flee,


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,

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.

HYMN 118. C. M.

Evening twilight. 1

From ev'ry cumb'ring care,
And spend the hours of setting day,

In humble, grateful pray'r.
2 I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,


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HYMN CXIX. CXX. '.. B. II. 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 119. C. M.

Evening worship.
LORD, another day has flown,

And we, a lonely band,
Are met once more before thy throne,

To bless thy fost'ring hand.
2 And wilt thou bend a list'ning ear,

To praises low as ours ?
Thou wilt! for thou dost love to hear

The song which meekness pours.
3 And Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign,

As we before thee pray;
For thou didst bless the infant train,

And we are less than they.
4 O let thy grace perform its part,

And let contention cease;
And shed abroad in ev'ry heart

Thine everlasting peace !
5 Thus chasten'd,cleans'd, entirely thine,

A flock by Jesus led ;
The sun of holiness shall shine,

In glory on our head.
6 And thou wilt turn our wand'ring feet,

And thou wilt bless our way:
Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of lasting day,

HYMN 120. L. M.

Family worship. 1 NATHER of all, thy care we bless,

Which crowns our families with peace; From thee they spring, and by thy hand,

They have been, and are still sustain'd. 2 To God, most worthy to be prais’d,

Be our domestic altars rais'd;



Who, Lord of heav'n, scoros not to dwell

With saints, in their obscurest cell. 3 To thee may each united house,

Morning and night present its vows;
Our servants there, and rising race,

Be taught thy precepts and thy grace. 4 Oh, may each future age proclaim

The honors of thy glorious name; While pleas'd and thankful, we remove To join the family above.

HYMN 121. P. M. 7.

Saturday evening.
AFELY through another week,
Let us now a blessing seek

On th' approaching Sabbath day:
Day of all the week the best,

Emblem of eternal rest.
2 Mercies multiplied each hour,

Through the week,our praise demand :

by Almighty pow'r,
Fed, and guided by his hand :
Though ungrateful we have been,

Only made returns of sin.
3 While we pray for pard’ning grace,

Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Show thy reconciled face,

Shine away our sin, and share.
From our worldly care set free,

May we rest this night with thee, 4 When the morn shall bid us rise,

May we feel thy presence near !
May thy glory meet our eyes,

we in thy house appear.
There afford us, Lord, a taste

Of our everlasting feast.
5 May thy gospel's joyful sound,

Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief for all complaints:

all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.

HYMN 122. C. M.

God speaking peace to his people. 1 NITE, my roving thoughts, unite, And thou, my soul, sit gently down

At thy great Sov'reign's feet.

Thus may

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