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2 Blest hour! when God himself draws nigh,
Well pleased his people's voice to hear,
To hush the penitential sigh,

And wipe away the mourner's tear.

3 Blest hour! for, where the Lord resorts,
Foretastes of future bliss are given,
And mortals find his earthly courts

The house of God,-the gate of heaven!

RETREAT. L. M.

120.

Luke 10: 39.

OF

H that I could for ever dwell,
Delighted at the Saviour's feet;
Behold the form I love so well,
And all his tender words repeat!

3 This is the hidden life I prize-
A life of penitential love!
When most my follies I despise,

2 The world shut out from all my soul,
And heaven brought in with all its bliss,-
Oh! is there aught, from pole to pole,
One moment to compare with this?

T. HASTINGS.

4 Thus would I live till nature fail,

And all my former sins forsake;
Then rise to God within the vail,
And of eternal joys partake.

MRS E REED.

And raise my highest thoughts above.

I NEED THEE.

121.

REFRAIN.

Rev. ROBERT LOWRY.

I need thee, O I need thee: Eve-ry hour I

need thee; Oh, bless me now, my Saviour, I come to thee.

Col. 4: 2.

I

NEED thee every hour,
Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like thine,
Can peace afford.

2 I need thee every hour;
Stay thou near by ;
Temptations lose their power
When thou art nigh.

3 I need thee every hour,
In joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide,
Or life is vain.

4 I need thee every hour;
Teach me thy will;
And thy rich promises
In me fulfill.

MRS. A. HAWKS.

SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER.

W. B. BRADBURY.

2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear,
To him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless;
And, since he bids me seek his face,
Believe his word, and trust his grace,
I'll cast on him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

FINE.

D.S.

122.

The sweet Hour.

WALFORD.

S

WEET hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes known;
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter's snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.

FULTON. 78.

123.

W. B. BRADBURY.

Matt. 7: 7-11.

C

NOME, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He himself has bid thee pray;
Rise, and ask without delay.

2 With my burden I begin ;-
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.

NEWTON.

3 Lord, I come to thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast;
There, thy sovereign right maintain,
And, without a rival, reign.

4 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let thy love my spirit cheer;
Be my guide, my guard, my friend :—
Lead me to my journey's end.

5 Show me what I have to do,
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me die thy people's death.

124.

1 John 4: 19.

AVIOUR, teach me day by day,

obey;

Sweeter lesson cannot be :
Loving him who first loved me.
2 With a childlike heart of love,
At thy bidding may I move,
Prompt to serve and follow thee-
Loving him who first loved me.
3 Love in loving finds employ—
In obedience all her joy;
Ever new that joy will be:
Loving him who first loved me.

125.

4 Thus may I rejoice to show
That I feel the love I owe;
Singing till thy face I see,
Of his love who first loved me.

Eph. 5 18-20.

S

EE the time, exceeding sweet!
When the saints together meet,
When the Saviour is the theme,
When they joy to sing of him.

2 Sing we then eternal love,

Such as did the Father move:
He beheld the world undone,
Loved the world, and gave his Son.

3 Sing the Son's amazing love;
How he left the realms above,
Took our nature and our place,
Lived and died to save our race.

4 Sing we, too, the Spirit's love:

With our stubborn hearts he strove,
Filled our minds with grief and fear,
Brought the precious Saviour near.

5 Sweet the place, exceeding sweet,
Where the saints in glory meet;
Where the Saviour's still the theme,
Where they see and sing of him.

Burder.

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