5 O look with pity in thine eye
Upon a heart so hard;
Thou wilt not slight a feeble cry,
Or show it no regard.
1 Ir Jesus Christ was sent
To save us from our sin,
And kindly teach us to repent,
We should at once begin.
2 He says he loves to see
A broken-hearted one;
He loves that childen such as we
Should mourn the wrong we 've done.
3 'Tis not enough to say,
We're sorry and repent,
Yet still go on from day to day
Just as we always went.
4 Repentance is, to leave
The sins we loved before,
And show that we in earnest grieve,
By doing so no more.
5 Lord, make us thus sincere,
To watch as well as pray;
However small, however dear,
Take all our sins away.
6 And since the Saviour came
To make us turn from sin,
With holy grief and humble shame,
We would at once begin.
1 GoD of mercy, God of love,
Hear our sad repentant song;
Sorrow dwells on every face,
Penitence on every tongue.
2 Deep regret for follies past,
Talents wasted, time misspent ;
Hearts debased by worldly cares,
Thankless for the blessings lent;
3 Foolish fears and fond desires,
Vain regrets for things as vain;
Lips too seldom taught to praise,
Oft to murmur and complain.
4 These, and every secret fault,
Filled with grief and shame, we own ;
Humbled at thy feet we lie,
Seeking pardon from thy throne.
5 God of mercy, God of grace,
Hear our sad repentant songs;
O restore thy suppliant race,
Thou to whom all praise belongs.
1 WHY should we spend our youthful days
In folly and in sin,
When wisdom shows her pleasant ways,
And bids us walk therein?
2 Folly and sin our peace destroy;
They glitter and are past;
PRAYER FOR THE HOLY SPIRIT.
They yield us but a moment's joy,
And end in death at last.
3 But, if true wisdom we possess,
Our joys shall never cease;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.
4 O may we, in our youthful days,
Attend to wisdom's voice;
And make these holy, happy ways,
Our own delightful choice!
Prayer for the Holy Spirit. L. M.
Effingham.
1 My Father, when I come to thee,
I would not only bend the knee;
But with my spirit seek thy face,-
With my whole heart desire thy grace.
2 I plead the name of thy dear Son;
All he has said, all he has done;
O may I feel his love for me,
Who died from sin to set me free!
3 To guide me, Lord, be ever nigh;
My sins forgive, my wants supply;
With favor crown my youthful days,
And my whole life shall speak thy praise
4 Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, impart;
Impress thy likeness on my heart;
Let me obey thy truth in love,
Till raised to dwell with thee above.
1 ONE prayer I have, all prayers in one,
When I am wholly thine;
Thy will, my God, thy will be done,
And let that will be mine.
2 All-wise, Almighty, and All-good,
In thee I firmly trust;
Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Åre merciful and just.
3 May I remember that to thee
Whate'er I have I owe;
And back in gratitude from me
May all thy bounties flow.
4 And, though thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign thy will?
No, let me bless thy name, and say,
"The Lord is gracious still."
The Orphan's Hymn.
Effingham.
1 ATTUNE the heart to mournful strains;
Of wrongs and woes the song complains;
An orphan's voice essays to swell
The notes, that tears, by turns repel.
2 Left on the world's wide waste forlorn,
To suffering and to sorrow born,
No guide before my steps to tread,
Above no friendly shelter spread.
3 Alone, amidst surrounding strife,
And naked to the storms of life,
Despair looks round with aching eyes,
And sinking nature groans and dies.
4 Friend of the fatherless and saint,
Where shall I lodge my deep complaint,
Where but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor?
5 Poor though I am, despised, forgot,
Yet God, my God forgets me not;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.
1 WHITHER but to thee, O Lord,
Shall a little orphan go?
Thou alone canst speak the word,
Thou canst dry my tears of wo.
2 O, my Father! may I tell
All my wants and woes to thee?
Every want thou knowest well,
Every wo thine eye can see.
3 "T was thy hand that took away
Father, mother, from my sight;
Him that was my infant stay,
Her that watched me day and night.
4 Yet I bless thee, for I know
Thou hast wounded me in love,—
Weaned my heart from things below,
That it might aspire above.
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