-Blessed be the Lord who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation.

Into Thy hand I commit my spirit; Thou hast redeemed me, O Lord God of truth!

"We know not what we should pray for as we ought; but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings that cannot be uttered."-Roм. viii. 26.

"He ever liveth to make intercession."— HEB. viii. 25.

THOU, the contrite sinners' friend,
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end,

On this alone my hopes depend,
That Thou wilt plead for me.

When, weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting-place,
And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.

When I have erred and gone astray,
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering, guiding ray,
Still, Saviour, plead for me!

When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,

And plead, oh, plead for me!

"They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint."— Is. xl. 31.

MY God, is any hour so sweet,

From blush of morn to evening star,
As that which calls me to Thy feet,
The hour of prayer?

Blest is that tranquil hour of morn,

And blest that hour of solemn eve,
When, on the wings of faith upborne,
The world I leave.

PRAY, though the gift you ask for
May never comfort your fears,
May never repay your pleading,
Yet pray, and with hopeful tears.
An answer- not that you sought for,
But diviner will come one day:
Your eyes are too dim to see it,

Yet strive and wait and pray.

"When thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father, which seeth in secret, shall reward thee openly." — ST. MATT. vi. 6.

I LOVE to steal awhile away

From every cumbering care,

And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.

I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,

And all His promises to plead,
When none but God can hear.

I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On Him whom I adore.

I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in Heaven ;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempest driven.

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Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray

Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.

"My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning."-Ps. cxxx. 6.

AS

S down in the sunless retreats of the ocean,
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can

see,

So deep in my heart the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee. My God! silent to Thee,

Pure, warm, silent to Thee.

As still to the star of its worship, tho' clouded, The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea; So dark, as I roam through this wintry world shrouded,

The hope of my spirit turns trembling to
Thee.

My God! trembling to Thee,
True, fond, trembling to Thee.

"In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths." - PROV. iii. 6.

I WOULD not have the restless will

That hurries to and fro,

Seeking for some great thing to do,

Or secret thing to know;

I would be dealt with as a child,
And guided where I go.

Wherever in the world I am,
In whatsoe'er estate,

I have a fellowship with hearts,
To keep and cultivate;

And a work of holy love to do,

For the Lord on whom I wait.

I ask Thee for the daily strength,
To none that ask denied ;
And a mind to blend with outward life,

While keeping at Thy side;
Content to fill a little space,
If Thou be glorified.

And if some things I do not ask,
In my cup of blessings be,

I would have my spirit filled the mcre