2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain. -3 O, gracious God, in whom I live, Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, 4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, 5 When strong temptations fright my heart, Or lure my feet aside; My God thy pow'rful aid impart, 6 Still keep me in thy heav'nly way, Hymn 39. C. 'M. Watchfulness and Prayer. 1 O, FOR a heart to praise my God, A heart that always feels thy blood 2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, 3 O for a lowly contrite heart, Believing, true and clean! Which neither life nor death can part 4 A heart in ev'ry thought renew'd, Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 5 Thy tender heart is still the same, 6 My heart, thou know'st can never rest, Hymn 40. C. M. Walking in Darkness, and Trusting in God. 1 HEAR, gracious God, my humble moan, To thee I breathe my sighs; When will the tedious night be gone, And when the dawn arise? 2 My God! O could I make the claim, And call thee mine, by ev'ry name 3 By ev'ry name of pow'r and love, 4 Yet though my soul in darkness mourns, Here will I rest till light returns, 5 Speak, Lord, and bid celestial peace Thy love can make my sorrow cease, 6 Then shall my drooping spirit rise, And change these deep complaining sighs Hymn 41. C. M. The Contrite Heart. 10 THOU, whose tender mercy hears Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 2 See! low before thy throne of grace, Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail, 4 Absent from thee, my guide, my light, Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night, 5 O shine on this benighted heart, 6 Thy presence only can bestow Penitential Prayer. Mat. iv. 24. John v. 2-4. Mat. xx. 30-34. 1 JESUS, since thou art still to-day, As yesterday the same; Present to heal, in me display 2 Since thou delightest still to do On me, that I thy praise may show, 3 Lame at the pool I still am seen, While many others venture in, 4 If thou, my Lord, art passing by, 5 See, I am waiting in thy way, Hymn 43. L. M. Importunate Prayer. Matt. vii. 7, &c. 1 OUR Father, thron'd above the sky, To thee, our empty hands we spread; Thy children at thy footstool lie, And ask thy blessings on their head. 2 With cheerful hope and filial fear, In that august and precious name, By thee ordain'd, we now draw near, And would the promis'd blessing claim. 3 Does not an earthly parent hear The cravings of his famish'd son? Will he reject the filial prayer, Or mock him with a cake of stone? 4 Our heavenly Father, how much more Will thy divine compassion rise; And open thy unbounded store, For Jesus in his faithful word Hymn 44. S. M. Importunate Prayer Prevalent with God. 1 THE Lord, who truly knows 2 3 The heart of ev'ry saint, He bows his gracious ear; Yet we must wait till he appear, 4 'Twas thus a widow poor, 5 Yes, though he may awhile forbear, Then let us earnest be, |