4 From dark temptation's power, Glory and power divine; The sceptre, throne, and majesty, Of heaven and earth are thine. 6 Thus humbly taught to pray By thy belovéd Son, Through him we come to thee, and say,— All for his sake be done. 556 The spirit of prayer. By worldly thoughts oppress'd; Appear, and bid me turn again To my eternal rest. 2 Swift to my rescue come; Thine own this moment seize; Gather my wand'ring spirit home And keep in perfect peace: Suffer'd no more to rove O'er all the earth abroad, Arrest the pris'ner of thy love, And shut me up in God. 557 S. M. 5th P. M. 4 lines 75. Encouragements to pray. COME, my soul, thy suit prepare; Jesus prayer; He himself invites thee near,- 2 Lord, I come to thee for rest; 3 While I am a pilgrim here, L. M. Blessings of prayer. WHAT various hindrances we meet In to a mercy-seat; 2 Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdrar, 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; 559 S. M. The throne of grace. 3 Teach us to live by faith,— 4 If thou these blessings give, 560 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. The power of prayer. 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; In honour of our Spokesman there; 561 Y Name: The Hearer of prayer. praying souls, rejoice, With joy to him lift up your voice, 3 To all his praying saints He ever will attend, S. M. And to their sorrows and complaints 4 Then let us still go on 562 11th P. M. 76, 76, 77, 76. My help cometh from the Lord. hills 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: Thy watchman never sleeps. 3 Neither sin, nor earth, nor hell, 563 11th P. M. 76, 76, 77, 76. Lo! he holds thee by thy hand, Guards from all impending harms; The everlasting arms. 2 Christ shall bless thy going out, Till thou art saved from sin; 564 7th P. M. 8 lines 7s. The Litany. AVIOUR, when, in dust, to thee |