PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,

Uttered or unexpress'd;

The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;

The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.

8 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try;

Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air;

His watchword at the gate of death.
He enters heaven with prayer.

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways,

While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry, "Behold, he prays!"

60 thou by whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way!
The path of prayer thyself hast trod;
Lord, teach us how to pray.

ROM whence does this union arise,

That hatred is conquered by love?

It fastens our souls with such ties
As distance and time can't remove.
It can not in Eden be found,

Nor yet was in paradise lost;
It grows on Immanuel's ground,
And Jesus' dear blood it has cost.

2 My friends are so dear unto me,
Our hearts so united in love,
Where Jesus is gone we shall be,
In yonder bright mansion above.
Oh! why, then, so loth now to part,
Since we shall, ere long, meet again?
Engraved on Immanuel's heart,

At a distance we can not remain.

8 And when we shall see that bright day,
And join with the angels above,
We shall leave these poor bodies of clay,
And soar to the mansions of love.
With Jesus we ever shall reign,
We all his bright glory shall see,
And sing, "Hallelujah! Amen.
Amen, even so let it be.

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FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame-
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

8 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their mem'ry still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

Return, O Holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest!

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.

5 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame;

So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

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MI a soldier of the cross-
A follower of the Lamb-

And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,

While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord.
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;

They see the triumph from afar,
By faith they bring it nigh.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine,

In robes of victory, through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

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THOUGH troubles assail us, and dangers

affright

Though friends should all fail us, and foes all unite

Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, The promise assures us, the Lord will provide. 2 The birds without barn or storehouse, are fed; From them let us learn to trust for our bread. His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied, So long as 'tis written, the Lord will provide.

8 We all may, like ships, by the tempest be tossed,

On perilous deeps, but need not be lost.

Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide, Yet Scripture engages, the Lord will provide.

4 His call we obey, like Abraham of old: We know not the way, but faith makes us bold;

For though we are strangers, we have a sure guide,

And trust in all dangers, the Lord will provide.

5 No strength of our own, nor goodness we

claim,

Our trust is all thrown on Jesus' name;

In this, our strong tower, for safety we hide,
The Lord is our power, the Lord will provide.

6 When life sinks apace, and death is in view, The word of his grace shall comfort us thro'; Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side,

We hope to die shouting, the Lord will provide.

OW tedious and tasteless the hours,

H When Jesus no longer I see!

Sweet prospects, sweet birds and sweet flowers
Have all lost their sweetness to me.
The midsummer sun shines but dim-
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But, when I am happy in him,
December's as pleasant as May.

2 His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice.
I should, were he always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal so happy as I-

My summer would last all the year.

3 Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resign'd,
No changes of season or place

Would make any change in my mind.
While bless'd with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear,
And prisons would palaces prove,

If Jesus would dwell with me there.