ST. CATHERINE.

L. M. 61.

ADAPTED BY J. G. WALTON

735

The power of prayer.
10 WONDROUS power of faithful prayer!
What tongue can tell the almighty grace?
God's hands or bound or open are,

As Moses or Elijah prays:
Let Moses in the Spirit groan,
And God cries out, "Let me alone!

2 "Let me alone, that all my wrath
May rise the wicked to consume;
While justice hears thy praying faith,
It cannot seal the sinner's doom:
My Son is in my servant's prayer,
And Jesus forces me to spare."
3 Father, we ask in Jesus' name,
In Jesus' power and spirit pray;
Divert thy vengeful thunder's aim,
O turn thy threatening wrath away!
Our guilt and punishment remove,
And magnify thy pardoning love.
4 Father, regard thy pleading Son!
Accept his all-availing prayer,
And send a peaceful answer down,

In honor of our Spokesman there, Whose blood proclaims our sins forgiven, And speaks thy rebels up to heaven.

CHARLES WESLEY.

736 Jesus all, and in all.

1 THOU hidden Source of calm repose, Thou all-sufficient Love divine,

My help and refuge from my foes,

Secure I am while thou art mine:
And lo! from sin, and grief, and shame,
I hide me, Jesus, in thy name.

2 Thy mighty name salvation is,
And keeps my happy soul above:
Comfort it brings, and power, and peace,
And joy, and everlasting love:
To me, with thy great name, are given
Pardon, and holiness, and heaven.

3 Jesus, my all in all thou art;

My rest in toil, my ease in pain; The medicine of my broken heart;

In war, my peace; in loss, my gain;
My smile beneath the tyrant's frown;
In shame, my glory and my crown:
4 In want, my plentiful supply;

In weakness, my almighty power;
In bonds, my perfect liberty;
My light, in Satan's darkest hour;
In grief, my joy unspeakable;
My life in death, my all in all.

CHARLES WESLEY,

FIRST PART.

737 Wrestling Jacob--the struggle. 1 COME, O thou Traveler unknown, Whom still I hold but cannot see; My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with thee:
With thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.

2 I need not tell thee who I am,
My sin and misery declare;
Thyself hast called me by my name,

Look on thy hands, and read it there:
But who, I ask thee, who art thou?
Tell me thy name, and tell me now.
8 In vain thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold:
Art thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of thy love unfold:
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.

4 Wilt thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable name?
Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell;
To know it now resolved I am:
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.

5 What though my shrinking flesh complain,

And murmur to contend so long?

I rise superior to my pain;

When I am weak, then I am strong: And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-man prevail.

1 YIELD to me now, for I am weak, But confident in self-despair;

Speak to my heart, in blessing speak,

Be conquered by my instant prayer: Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if thy name be Love.

2 'Tis Love! 'tis Love! thou diedst for me!
I hear thy whisper in my heart;
The morning breaks, the shadows flee;
Pure, universal love thou art:
To me, to all, thy bowels move;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.

3 My prayer hath power with God; the grace

Unspeakable I now receive;
Through faith I see thee face to face,
I see thee face to face, and live!
In vain I have not wept and strove;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.

1 THE Sun of righteousness on me
Hath risen with healing in his wings:
Withered my nature's strength, from thee
My soul its life and succor brings:
My help is all laid up above;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
2 Contented now, upon my thigh
I halt, till life's short journey end;
All helplessness, all weakness, I

On thee alone for strength depend,
Nor have I power from thee to move;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.

3 Lame as I am, I take the prey;

Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome;

I leap for joy, pursue my way,
And as a bounding hart fly home,
Through all eternity to prove

Thy nature and thy name is Love.

CHARLES WESLEY.

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740 Everlasting praises.

1 I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

2 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God; he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train;
His truth forever stands secure;
He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor
And none shall find his promise vain.

3 The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind;
He sends the laboring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the prisoner sweet release.

4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

ISAAC WATTS,

THEODORE E. PERKINS.

742 I give myself to Thee.

1 SAVIOUR, who died for me,
I give myself to thee;
Thy love, so full, so free,

Claims all my powers.
Be this my purpose high,
To serve thee till I die,
Whether my path shall lie
'Mid thorns or flowers.

2 But, Lord, the flesh is weak;
Thy gracious aid I seek,
For thou the word must speak.
That makes me strong.
Then let me hear thy voice,
Thou art my only choice;
O bid my heart rejoice,

Be thou my song.

3 May it be joy to me
To follow only thee;
Thy faithful servant be,
Thine to the end.

For thee, I'll do and dare,
For thee, the cross I'll bear,
To thee direct my prayer,

On thee depend.

4 Saviour, with me abide;
Be ever near my side;
Support, defend, and guide;
I look to thee.

I lay my hand in thine,
And fleeting joys resign,
If I may call thee mine
Eternally.

MISS MARY J. MASON.

ARIEL.

C. P. M.

ARE. BY LOWELL MASON.

743 Make His praise glorious.

10 COULD I speak the matchless worth,
O could I sound the glories forth,
Which in my Saviour shine,

I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel while he sings
In notes almost divine.

2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin, and wrath divine;
I'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine.

3 I'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne:

In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days

Make all his glories known.

4 Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see his face;

Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend,
Trumphant in his grace.

SAMUEL. MEDLEY.

744 Always rejoicing.

1 How happy, gracious Lord, are we,
Divinely drawn to follow thee!

Whose hours divided are
Betwixt the mount and multitude;
Our day is spent in doing good,

Our night in praise and prayer.

2 With us no melancholy void,
No moment lingers unemployed,
Or unimproved, below:
Our weariness of life is gone,
Who live to serve our God alone,
And only thee to know.

3 The winter's night, the summer's day, Glide imperceptibly away,

Too short to sing thy praise;

Too few we find the happy hours,
And haste to join those heavenly powers
In everlasting lays.

4 With all who chant thy name on high, And, "Holy, holy, holy," cry,

A bright, harmonious throng!
We long thy praises to repeat,
And ceaseless sing around thy seat
The new, eternal song.

CHARLES WESLEY,

BROMLEY.

7, 6, 7.

LONDON TUNE BOOK.

1 To the hills I lift mine eyes,

The everlasting hills; Streaming thence in fresh supplies, My soul the Spirit feels:

Will he not his help afford?

Help, while yet I ask, is given: God comes down; the God and Lord Who made both earth and heaven.

2 Faithful soul, pray always; pray,
And still in God confide;
He thy feeble steps shall stay,
Nor suffer thee to slide;
Lean on thy Redeemer's breast;
He thy quiet spirit keeps;
Rest in him, securely rest;

Thy Watchman never sleeps.

3 Neither sin, nor earth, nor hell,
Thy Keeper can surprise;
Careless slumbers cannot steal
On his all-seeing eyes;
He is Israel's sure defense;

Israel all his care shall prove;
Kept by watchful providence,
And ever-waking love.

CHARLES WESLEY.

SECOND PART.

746 The Lord is thy Keeper.—Ps. 121 : 5.

1 SEE the Lord, thy Keeper, stand
Omnipotently near:

Lo! he holds thee by thy hand,
And banishes thy fear:
Shadows with his wings thy head;
Guards from all impending harms;
Round thee and beneath are spread
The everlasting arms.

2 Christ shall bless thy going out,
Shall bless thy coming in;
Kindly compass thee about,
Till thou art saved from sin;
Like thy spotless Master, thou,

Filled with wisdom, love, and power. Holy, pure, and perfect now, Henceforth, and evermore.