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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.

Eph. 6: 18.


RAYER is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed;
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.


3 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 contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;

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

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

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

6 O 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.


Prayer that "availeth much." Jas. 5: 16.


HERE is an eye that never sleeps
Beneath the wing of night;
There is an ear that never shuts,
When sink the beams of light.

2 There is an arm that never tires,
When human strength gives way;
There is a love that never fails,
When earthly loves decay.

3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs;
That arm upholds the sky;
That ear is filled with angel songs;
That love is throned on high.


4 But there's a power which man can wield, When mortal aid is vain,

That eye, that arm, that love to reach,
That listening ear to gain.

5 That power is prayer, which soars on high,
Through Jesus, to the throne;

And moves the hand which moves the world,
To bring salvation down!


Heb. 4: 15.

7ITH joy we meditate the grace

His heart is made of tenderness-
It melts with pitying love.

3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,

Poured out his cries and tears;
And, in his measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.

2 Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he hath felt the same.

4 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.



1st time.



W my vain

And may this consecrated hour

"They shall talk of thy power." MISS WILLIAMS. HILE thee I seek, protecting Power!

With better hopes be filled!

2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed;

To thee my thoughts would soar :
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed;
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!

Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by thee.


4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill ;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gathering storm shall see ;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on thee.






1st time.


2d time.

"Ask and ye shall receive.” John 16: 24.

HAT a friend we have in Jesus,

our sins griefs to

What a privilege to carry

Every thing to God in prayer!
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
Oh, what needless pain we bear,—
All because we do not carry
Every thing to God in prayer.

2 Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged,

Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful,

Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness,-
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

3 Are we weak and heavy laden,

Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge,—

Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do our friends despise, forsake us?
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
In his arms he'll take and shield us,
We shall find a solace there.


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2 Blest is the tranquil hour of morn,
And blest that hour of solemn eve,
When, on the wings of prayer up-borne,
: The world I leave. :||


3 Then is my strength by thee renewed;
Then are my sins by thee forgiven;
Then dost thou cheer my solitude
: With hope of heaven. :||

4 Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;
My spirit seems in heaven to stay ;
And ev'n the penitential tear

: Is wiped away. :||

5 Lord! till I reach that blissful shore, .
No privilege so dear shall be
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In prayer to thee. :||

To send to heaven his warm desires,
And listen to the sacred word.

The blessed Hour.

OLEST hour! when mortal man retires


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