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6 O, let my hand forget her skill,
HYMN 112. C. M.
to , With rev’rence, and with fear, Though dust and ashes in thy sight,
We may, we must draw near.
With broken, contrite hearts;
Truth in the inward parts.
Of godly sorrow give ;
To hear thy voice, and live :4 Faith in the only sacrifice
That can for sin atone;
On Christ, on Christ alone ;-
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; .
When none but God is near.
That infant lips can try;
The majesty on high.
The Christian's native air,
He enters heav'n with pray'r. •
5 Pray'r is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;
And cry, “Behold, he prays !"
They're one in word and mind;
Sweet fellowship they find.
The life, the truth, the way,
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.
While the sweet lark exulting soars;
Be ev'ry sigh your bosom pours. 3 Pure as the sun's enliv’ning ray,
That scatters life and joy abroad;
That wide proclaims its Maker, God. 4 True as the magnet to the pole,
So true let your contrition be
HYMN 115. C. M.
Habitual devotion. 1
HILST thee I seek, protecting Power! And may
this consecrated hour
To thee my thoughts would soar:
That mercy I adore.
Thy ruling hand I see!
Because conferr'd by thee.
In ev'ry pain I bear,
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 :
From ev'ry murmur free;
And make me live to thee.
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.
With pray'r and praise agree:
For those who follow thee.
her mean abode, Oh, with what peace and joy and love,
She there communes with God!
Her solitary lays;
HYMN 118. C. M.
Evening twilight. 1
From ev'ry cumb'ring care,
In humble, grateful pray'r.
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,
On Him whom I adore.
Of brighter scenes in heav'n ;
While here by tempests driv’n.
May its departing ray
HYMN 119. C. M.
And we, a lonely band,
To bless thy fost'ring hand.
To praises low as ours ?
The song which meekness pours.
As we before thee pray;
And we are less than they.
And let contention cease;
Thine everlasting peace !
A flock by Jesus led ;
In glory on our head.
And thou wilt bless our way:
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;
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.
On th' approaching Sabbath day:
Emblem of eternal rest.
Through the week,our praise demand :
by Almighty pow'r,
Only made returns of sin.
Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Shine away our sin, and share.
May we rest this night with thee, 4 When the morn shall bid us rise,
May we feel thy presence near !
we in thy house appear.
Of our everlasting feast.
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
all our Sabbaths prove,
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.