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For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.

I want a heart to pray,

To pray and never cease, Never to murmur at Thy stay,

Or wish my sufferings less;

This blessing, above all,

Always to pray, I want,
Out of the deep on Thee to call

And never, never faint .

I want a true regard,

A single, steady aim,
Unmoved by threatening, or reward,

To Thee, and Thy great name;

A jealous, just concern

For Thine immortal praise;
A pure desire that all may learn

And glorify Thy grace.

I rest upon Thy word;

Thy promise is for me;
My succor and salvation, Lord,

Shall surely come from Thee.

But let me still abide,

Nor from Thy hope remove, Till Thou my patient spirit guide

Into Thy perfect love!



JESU, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills the breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.

No voice can sing, no heart can frame,

Nor can the memory find,
A sweeter sound than Jesu's name,

The Saviour of mankind.

O hope of every contrite heart,

O joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind Thou art,

How good to those who seek!

But what to those who find? Ah! this
Nor tongue nor pen can show;

The love of Jesus, what it is,
None but His loved ones know.

Jesu, our only joy be Thou,

As Thou our prize wilt be;
In Thee be all our glory now,
And through eternity.

Bernard of Fontaine
Translated fy E. Caswall



For the Boatmen as they approach the Rapids by

T ESU ! bless our slender boat,
J By the current swept along;
Loud its threatenings, — let them not

Drown the music of a song
Breathed Thy mercy to implore,
Where these troubled waters roar.

Saviour, for our warning, seen
Bleeding on that precious rood;

If, while through the meadows green
Gently wound the peaceful flood,

We forget Thee, do not Thou

Disregard thy suppliants now!

Hither, like yon ancient tower
Watching o'er the river's bed,

Fling the shadow of Thy power,
Else we sleep among the dead;

Thou who trod'st the billowy sea,

Shield us in our jeopardy!

Guide our bark among the waves;

Through the rocks our passage smooth;
Where the whirlpool frets and raves,

Let Thy love its anger soothe:
All our hope is placed in Thee;
Miserere Domine!

W. Wordsworth


SUN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
O ! may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast.

Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

Watch by the sick, enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take:
Till, in the ocean of Thy love,
We lose ourselves in Heaven above.

John KMe


IN the hour of trial,
Jesus, pray for me;
Lest, by base denial,

I depart from Thee:
When Thou see'st me waver,

With a look recall,
Nor, for fear or favor,
Suffer me to fall

With its witshing pleasures,

Would this vain world charm; Or its sordid treasures

Spread, to work me harm;
Bring to my remembrance

Sad Gethsemane,
Or, in darker semblance,

Cross-crowned Calvary.

If with sore affliction

Thou in love chastise, Pour Thy benediction

On the sacrifice;
Then upon Thine altar,

Freely offered up,
Though the flesh may falter,

Faith shall drink the cup.

When in dust and ashes
To the grave I sink,

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