Shall hear thy messages of love, 4 When troubles rise and storms appear, 77. C. M. What is Prayer? MONTGOMERY. 1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed; The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh; The upward glancing of an eye 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, His watchword at the gates of death; 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice While angels in their songs rejoice 6 The saints in prayer appear as one 7 0 thou by whom we come to God, The path of prayer thyself hast trod; Dare to pronounce thy holy name, 2 I only know that I was made 3 Direct my soul to search and know What Jesus did for me, And teach my little heart to glow Then may I dwell beyond the sun, 4 Take my dear parents to thy care, And listen to their humble prayer, 1 LORD, may I ne'er in youth be led 2 What sorrows may my steps attend But since my Maker is my friend, 3 Father, whatever grief or ill 4 Then still as seasons hasten by, Sunday Morning. For a Child. 1 CALLED by the Sabbath bells away, I'll go, with willing mind, to pray, 2 O sacred day of peace and joy, 82. L. M. ANONYMOUS. Sunday Evening. For a Child. 1 AGAIN we've seen the Sabbath day, And heard of Jesus and of heaven; We thank thee, Father, and we pray That this day's sins may be forgiven. 2 May all we heard and understood Be well remembered through the week, And help to make us wise and good, 83. C. M. ANONYMOUS. The Orphan's Hymn. 1 WHERE shall the child of sorrow find 2 What friend have I in heaven or earth, My father's dead, my mother's dead ; 3 Thy gracious promise now fulfil, 1 FIRM was my health, my day was bright, And I presumed 't would ne'er be night; Fondly I said within my heart, 'Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart.' 2 But I forgot thine arm was strong, Which made my mountain stand so long; Soon as thy face began to hide, My health was gone, my comforts died. 3 'Hear me, O God of grace,' I said, 'And bring me from among the dead;' Thy word rebuked the pains I felt, Thy pardoning love removed my guilt. 4 My groans, and tears, and forms of wo, Are turned to joy and praises now; I throw my sackcloth on the ground, And ease and gladness gird me round. 5 My tongue, the glory of my frame, Shall ne'er be silent of thy name; Thy praise shall sound through earth and heaven, For sickness healed and sins forgiven. A Psalm of Deliverance in Distress. —Ps 40. 1 I WAITED patient for the Lord; 2 Firm on a rock he made me stand, 5 How many are thy thoughts of love! 4 When I'm afflicted, poor and low, 1 GOD of my life, thy constant care 2 How many precious souls are fled Thus far at least in league with death?' 4 That breath is thine, Eternal God; 5 To thee our spirits we resign; Make them and own them still as thine; |