2 Lord, I come to thee for rest;
Take possession of my breast;
There, thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.
3 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let thy love my spirit cheer;
As my guide, my guard, my friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.
4 Show me what I have to do;
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,--
Let me die thy people's death.
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Blessings of prayer.
WHAT various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy-seat;
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?
2 Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw;
Gives exercise to faith and love;
Brings every blessing from above.
3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian's armour bright; And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
EHOLD the throne of grace;
The promise calls us near;
There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer.
2 Thine image, Lord, bestow,-
Thy presence and thy love,-
That we may serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above.
3 Teach us to live by faith,-
Conform our wills to thine;
Let us victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine.
4 If thou these blessings give,
And thou our portion be,
All worldly joys we'll gladly leave,
To find our heaven in thee.
WONDROUS power of faithful prayer! What tongue can tell the' almighty grace? God's hands or bound or open are,
As Moses or Elijah prays:
Let Moses in the Spirit groan,
And God cries out,-Let me alone!-
2 Let me alone, that all my wrath
May rise, the wicked to consume;
While justice hears thy praying faith,
It cannot seal the sinner's doom:
My Son is in my servant's prayer,
And Jesus forces me to spare.
3 Father, we ask in Jesus' name;
In Jesus' power and spirit pray;
Divert thy vengeful thunder's aim;
O turn thy threat'ning wrath away!
Our guilt and punishment remove,
And magnify thy pard'ning love.
4 Father, regard thy pleading Son;
Accept his all-availing prayer;
And send a peaceful answer down,
In honour of our Spokesman there;
Whose blood proclaims our sins forgiven,
And speaks thy rebels up to heaven.
The Hearer of prayer.
YE praying souls, rejoice,
And bless your Father's Name; With joy to him lift up your voice, And all his love proclaim.
2 Your mournful cry he hears;
He marks your feeblest groan,
Supplies your wants, dispels your fears,
And makes his mercy known.
3 To all his praying saints
He ever will attend,
And to their sorrows and complaints
His ear in mercy bend.
4 Then let us still go on
In his appointed ways,
Rejoicing in his Name alone,
In prayer and humble praise.
11th P. M. 76, 76, 77, 76. My help cometh from the Lord.
To the hills I lift mine, eyes,
The everlasting hills;
Streaming thence in fresh supplies,
My soul the Spirit feels:
Will he not his help afford?
Help, while yet I ask, is given:
God comes down; the God and Lord
Who made both earth and heaven.
2 Faithful soul, pray always; pray,
And still in God confide;
He thy feeble steps shall stay,
Nor suffer thee to slide;
Lean on thy Redeemer's breast;
He thy quiet spirit keeps;
Rest in him, securely rest;
Thy watchman never sleeps.
3 Neither sin, nor earth, nor hell,
Thy Keeper can surprise;
Careless slumbers cannot steal
On his all-seeing eyes;
He is Israel's sure defence;
Israel all his care shall prove;
Kept by watchful Providence,
And ever-waking Love.
11th P. M. 76, 76, 77, 76.
Continued.-The Lord is thy Keeper.
EE the Lord, thy Keeper, stand
Omnipotently near:
Lo! he holds thee by thy hand,
And banishes thy fear:
Shadows with his wings thy head;
Guards from all impending harms;
Round thee and beneath are spread
The everlasting arms.
2 Christ shall bless thy going out,
Shall bless thy coming in;
Kindly compass thee about,
Till thou art saved from sin;
Like thy spotless Master, thou,
Fill'd with wisdom, love, and power;
Holy, pure, and perfect now,
Henceforth, and evermore.
SAVIOUR, when, in dust, to thee
Low we bow the' adoring knee,—
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes,-
O, by all thy pain and wo
Suffer'd once for man below,
Bending from thy throne on high,
Hear us when to thee we cry.
2 By thine hour of dark despair,
By thine agony of prayer;
By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and tort'ring scorn;
By the gloom that veil'd the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice,-
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Listen to our humble cry.
3 By the deep, expiring groan;
By the sad, sepulchral stone;
By the vault whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God,-
O, from earth to heaven restored,
Mighty, re-ascended Lord,
Saviour, Prince, exalted high,
Hear, O hear, our humble cry.
HY presence, Lord, the place shall fill; My heart shall be thy throne; Thy holy, just, and perfect will, Shall in my flesh be done.
2 I thank thee for the present grace,
And now in hope rejoice;
In confidence to see thy face,
And always hear thy voice.
I have the things I ask of thee;
What more shall I require?
That still my soul may restless be,
And only thee desire.
4 Thy only will be done, not mine,
But make me, Lord, thy home;
Come as thou wilt, I that resign,
But O, my Jesus, come!
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