And, Oh! thy servant, Lord! prepare

A strict account to give.

4 Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely;

Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall for ever die.

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.

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John Newton, 1779.

The Lord's Prayer.

1 OUR heavenly Father! hear

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The prayer we offer now;

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Thy name be hallowed far and near!

To thee all nations bow!

2 " Thy kingdom come !-thy will
On earth be done in love,
As saints and seraphim fulfill
Thy perfect law above!
3Our daily bread supply,

While, by thy word, we live;
The guilt of our iniquity
Forgive, as we forgive.

4 "From dark temptation's power,→
From Satan's wiles defend;
Deliver in the evil hour,
And guide us to the end.

5 Thine, then, for ever be
Glory and power divine!
The sceptre, throne, and majesty
Of heaven and carth are thine."
James Montgomery, 1825.

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The Believer's Support.

1 0 THOU, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light!
Search, prove my heart; it pants for thee;
Oh! burst these bonds, and set it free.

2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross;
Nail my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord! art clean.

3 If in this darksome wild I stray,

Be thou my Light, be thou my Way;
No foes, no violence I fear,

No fraud, while thou, my God, art near.

4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus! thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head and cheer my heart.
Saviour! where'er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee;
Oh! let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill.

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.

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3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian's
And Satan trembles when he sees [bright;
The weakest saint upon his knees.

4 Have you no words? ah! think again;
Words flow apace, when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.

5 Were half the breath, thus vainly spent,
To heaven in supplication sent,
Your cheerful song would oftener be,
'Hear what the Lord has done for me!"
William Cowper, 1772.

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;
He enters heaven with prayer.

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry-"Behold he prays!"

6 O thou, by whom we come to God,-
The Life, the Truth, the Way!
The path of prayer thyself hast trod ;
Lord! teach us how to pray.
James Montgomery, 1819.

3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean,

Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within -

4 A heart in every thought renewed,
And filled with love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good ;
A copy, Lord! of thine.

5 Thy nature, gracious Lord! impart ;
Come quickly from above;

Write thy new name upon my heart,—
Thy new, best name of love.
Charles Wesley, 1742.

Isaac Watts, 1716

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1 THOU art my Portion, O my God! Soon as I know thy way,

My heart makes haste t' obey thy word,
And suffers no delay.

2 I choose the path of heavenly truth,
And glory in my choice;
Not all the riches of the earth
Could make me so rejoice.

3 The testimonies of thy grace
I set before my eyes;

Thence I derive my daily strength,
And there my comfort lies.

4 If once I wander from thy path,
I think upon my ways,

Then turn my feet to thy commands,
And trust thy pardoning grace.

5 Now I am thine, for ever thine,
Oh! save thy servant, Lord!
Thou art my Shield, my Hiding-Place,
My hope is in thy word.

6 Thou hast inclined this heart of mine Thy statutes to fulfill ;

And thus, till mortal life shall end,
Would I perform thy will.

1 OH! may my heart, by grace renewed,
Be my Redeemer's throne;
And be my stubborn will subdued,
His government to own.

2 Let deep repentance, faith, and love,
Be joined with godly fear;
And all my conversation prove
My heart to be sincere.

3 Preserve me from the snares of sin,
Through my remaining days;
And in me let each virtue shine
To my Redeemer's praise.
4 Let lively hope my soul inspire;
Let warm affections rise;
And may I wait with strong desire,
To mount above the skies!

John Fawcett, 1782.