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11s M.

MRS. HALE.

The Same.

1 OUR Father in heaven, we hallow thy name! May thy kingdom holy on earth be the same! O give to us daily our portion of bread;

It is from thy bounty that all must be fed.

2 Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to know That humble compassion which pardons each foe: Keep us from temptation, from weakness and sin, And thine be the glory forever-Amen.

355.

L. M.

*MONTGOMERY.

Following after God. Ps. 63.

10 GoD, thou art my God alone;
Early to thee my soul shall cry,
A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.

2 O that it were as it hath been,

When, praying in the holy place,
Thy power and glory I have seen,
And marked the footsteps of thy grace.

3 Yet, through this rough and thorny maze,
I follow hard on thee, my God;

Thine hand unseen upholds my ways,
I lean upon thy staff and rod.

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4 Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember on my bed,

Thy presence makes the darkness light, Thy guardian wings are round my head.

5 Better than life itself thy love,
Dearer than all beside to me;

For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth, compared with thee?

6 Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all thy mercy I will give;

My soul shall still in God rejoice,

My tongue shall bless thee while I live.

356. C. M.

MISS H. M. WILLIAMS.

Seeking God in habitual Devotion.

1 WHILST thee I seek, protecting Power,
Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.

2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed,
To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ;-
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!

Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by thee.

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 favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye without a tear

The gathering storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;-
That heart shall rest on thee.

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L. M.

TOPLADY.

Seeking the Light of God's Presence.

10 THAT my heart was right with thee,
And loved thee with a perfect love!
O that my Lord would dwell in me,
And never from his seat remove!

2 Father, I dwell in mournful night
Till thou dost in my heart appear;
Arise, propitious sun! and light
An everlasting morning there.

3 0, let my prayer acceptance find,
And bring the heavenly blessing down;
Eye-sight impart, for I am blind,-
And seal me thine adopted son.

Seeking God. Ps. 63.

1 My God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine.

WATTS.

2 My thirsty, fainting soul
Thy mercy does implore;
Not travellers in desert lands
Can pant for water more.

3 Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place;
Thy power and glory to behold,
And feel thy quickening grace

4 For life without thy love
No relish can afford;

No joy can be compared with this,
To serve and please the Lord.

5 Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.

6 The shadow of thy wings
My soul in safety keeps ;

I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.

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L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Seeking God, the Fountain of living Waters.

1 BLEST Spirit! source of grace divine!
What soul-refreshing streams are thine!
O bring these healing waters nigh,
Or we must droop, and fall, and die.

2 No traveller through desert lands,
'Midst scorching suns and burning sands,
More eager longs for cooling rain,
Or pants the current to obtain.

3 Our longing souls aloud would sing, 'Spring forth, celestial fountain, spring; To a redundant river flow,

And cheer this thirsty land below.'

4 May this blest torrent near my side
Through all the desert gently glide;
Then, in Emmanuel's land above,
Spread to a sea of joy and love.

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L. M.

SCOTT.

Seeking God's Blessing.

1 OUR Father, throned above the sky!
To thee our empty hands we spread;
Thy children at thy footstool lie,
And ask thy blessings on their head.

2 With cheerful hope and filial fear,
In that august and precious name
By thee ordained, we now draw near,
And would the promised blessing claim.

3 Does not an earthly parent hear
The cravings of his famished son?
Will he reject the filial prayer,

Or mock him with a cake of stone?

4 Our heavenly Father! how much more
Will thy divine compassion rise,
And open thine unbounded store
To satisfy thy children's cries!

5 Yes, we will ask, and seek, and press
For gracious audience, to thy seat;
Still hoping, waiting for success,
If persevering to entreat.