4 Lord! I come to thee for rest, 5 While I am a pilgrim here, As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, 6 Show me what I have to do, 478. John Newton, 1779. The Mercy-Seat. 1 LORD! I cannot let thee go, 3 Thou hast helped in every need; 4 No; I must maintain my hold; When I plead for Jesus' sake. 479. John Newton, 1779. The Image of God. 1 FATHER of eternal grace! 2 Happy only in thy love, Poor, unfriended, or unknown ; 3 Humble, holy, all-resigned (917.) 4 Counting gain and glory loss, (918.) James Montgomery, 1808. And, Oh! thy servant, Lord! prepare A strict account to give. 4 Help me to watch and pray, Assured, if I my trust betray, 4 Thine image, Lord! bestow, Thy presence and thy love; I ask to serve thee here below, And reign with thee above. 5 Teach me to live by faith; Conform my will to thine; Let me victorious be in death, And then in glory shine. 482. John Newton, 1779. The Lord's Prayer. 1 OUR heavenly Father! hear 66 The prayer we offer now; (924.) Thy name be hallowed far and near! To thee all nations bow! 2 " Thy kingdom come !-thy will While, by thy word, we live; 4 "From dark temptation's power,→ 5 Thine, then, for ever be O thou, to whose all-searching sight, The darkness shin-eth as the light! Search, prove my heart; it pants for thee; Oh! burst these bonds, and set it free. 2. 483. The Believer's Support. (927.) 3 Give me to read my pardon sealed, 1 0 THOU, to whose all-searching sight 2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross; 3 If in this darksome wild I stray, Be thou my Light, be thou my Way; No fraud, while thou, my God, art near. 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, And raise my head and cheer my heart. And from thy joy to draw my strength; To have thy boundless love revealed, In all its height and breadth and length. 4 Grant these requests ;--I ask no more, But to thy care the rest resign; Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor, All shall be well, if thou art mine. John Newton, 1779. armor 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; 4 Have you no words? ah! think again; 5 Were half the breath, thus vainly spent, 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech, That infant lips can try; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air: His watchword at the gates of death; 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, 6 O thou, by whom we come to God,- 3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part 4 A heart in every thought renewed, 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord! impart ; Write thy new name upon my heart,— My soul shall ne'er forget thy word ;— (986.) 3 How would I run in thy commands, From sin and Satan's hateful chains, Isaac Watts, 1716 My heart makes haste t' o-bey thy word, And suf-fers no de 3 9: a 1 THOU art my Portion, O my God! Soon as I know thy way, (942.) 2 Help us, through good report and ill, Our daily cross to bear; My heart makes haste t' obey thy word, 2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, 3 The testimonies of thy grace Thence I derive my daily strength, 4 If once I wander from thy path, Then turn my feet to thy commands, 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, 6 Thou hast inclined this heart of mine Thy statutes to fulfill ; And thus, till mortal life shall end, 1 OH! may my heart, by grace renewed, 2 Let deep repentance, faith, and love, 3 Preserve me from the snares of sin, John Fawcett, 1782. |