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2 Yet foolish thoughts my heart beguile ;

And when I pray or sing,
I'm often thinking all the while

About some other thing.
3 O let me never, never dare

To act a trifler's part,
Or think that God will hear a prayer

That comes not from the heart.
4 But if I make his ways my choice,

As holy children do,
Then, while I seek him with my voice,

My heart will love him too.


WESLEY. ALMIGHTY God, to thee I cry,

Assist a child's infirmity:
Nor let me with my lips draw nigh,

While my heart wanders far from thee 2 Ah! never let me speak a word

But what with all my soul I mean; Or lie to thee, thou glorious Lord,

By whom my every thought is seen. 3 With what submissive lowliness

Should I approach thy glorious throne ! How can I hope by words to please,

To please a Gud I have not known? 4 I know not what to do or say

Till thy bless'd Spirit I receive,

And Jesus teaches me to pray,

And Jesus teaches me to live.



TAYLOR. LORD, teach a sinful child to pray,

And then accept my prayer: Thou canst hear all the words I say,

For thou art everywhere. 2 Teach me to do the thing that's rigtin,

And when I sin, forgive;
And make it still my chief delight

To serve thee while I live. 3 Whatever trouble I am in,

To thee for help I'll call;
But keep me more than all from sin,

For that's the worst of all. 4 And may I seek until I find,

What none are good without,That humble, meek, and lowly mind,

Which Jesus preach'd about.


JESUS, thou sovereign Lord of all,

The same through one eternal day, Attend thy feeblest followers' call,

And o instruct us how to pray! Pour out the supplicating grace, And stir us up to seek thy face!

2 We cannot think a gracious thought,

We cannot feel a good desire,
Till thou, who call’dst a world from naught

The power into our hearts inspire ;
And then we in thy Spirit groan,
And then we give thee back thy own.
3 Come in thy pieading Spirit down

To us, who for thy coming stay;
Of all thy gifts we ask but one,

We ask the constant power to pray;
Indulge us, Lord, in this request,
Thou canst not then deny the rest!



BARTON. The Lord's Prayer. FATHER

of all, who dwell'st above, Thy name be hallow'd here; As in those realms of peace and love,

Where saints that name revere.
2 Thy kingdom come, thy will, alone,

Bc done by man below;
As spirits round thy glorious throne

Their pure obedience show.
3 Give us this day our daily bread;

Not merely outward food,
But that whereon the soul is fed,

The source of heavenly good.

4 Forgive our trespasses, as we

In pard’ning love abide ; Since none forgiveness gain from thee

Who pardon have denied. 5 And lead us from temptation far,

From ev:1, Lord ! restore ; For thine the power, the kingdom are,

The glory evermore.




The same.
OUR heavenly Father, hear

The prayer we offer now;
Thy name be hallow'd far and near,

To thee all nations bow;
Thy kingdom come; thy will

On earth be done in love, As saints and seraphim fulfil

Thy perfect law above. 2 Our daily bread supply,

While by thy word we live; The guilt of our iniquity

Forgive, as we forgive; From dark temptation's power,

From Satan's wiles defend; Deliver in the evil hour,

And guide us to the end !

3 Thine, then, for ever be

Glory and power divine ;
The sceptre, throne, and majesty

Of heaven and earth are thine.
-Thus humbly taught to pray,

By thy beloved Son,
Through him we come to thee and say,

All for his sake be done.



WATTS. THEE we adore, Eternal Name !

And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame,

What dying worms we be ! 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,

As days and months increase ; And every beating pulse we tell,

Leaves but the number less. 3 The year rolls round, and steals away

The breath that first it gave; Whate'er we do, where'er we be,

We're travelling to the grave. 4 Infinite joy, or endless wo,

Attends on every breath ;
And yet how unconcern’d we go

Upon the brink of death!

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