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Eph. 6: 18.

RAYER 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 falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye,

When none but God is near.
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.



Prriyer that availeth much.Jas. 5 : 16. WALLACE.
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.
6 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.

WATTS. FITH joy we meditate the grace


His heart is made of tenderness

It melts with pitying love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within,

He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,

For he hath felt the same.
3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,

Poured out his cries and tears ;
And, in his measure, feels afresh

What every member bears.
4 Then let our humble faith address

His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace

In the distressing hour.

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116. They shall talk of thy power.


CHILE thee I seek, protecting Power !
And may this consecrated hour

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.

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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.



The still Hour.


Miss ELLIOTT, blush morn to evening star,
As that which calls me to thy feet-

ll: The hour of prayer ? ://
2 Blest is the tranquil hour of morn,

And blest that hour of solemn eve,
When, on the wings of prayer up-borne,

11: 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

11: With hope of heaven. :li
4 Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;

My spirit seems in heaven to stay ;
And ev’n the penitential tear

11: 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. :/ 119.

LEST hour! when mortal man retires

To hold communion with his God,
To send to heaven his warm desires,

And listen to the sacred word.

The blessed Hour.


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