Imágenes de páginas
[ocr errors]

Prayer for Peace. Amos iii. 1–6.
1 WHILE o'er our guilty land, O Lord,
We view the terrors of thy sword,
O whither shall the helpless fly?
To whom but thee direct their cry?

2 The helpless sinner's cries and tears
Are grown familiar to thine ears :
Oft has thy mercy sent relief,
When all was fear and hopeless grief.

3 On thee, our guardian God, we call—
Before thy throne of grace we fall;
And is there no deliv'rance there ?
And must we perish in despair

4 See, we repent, we weep, we mourn—
To our forsaken God we turn
O spare our guilty country—spare
The church j thou hast planted there.

5 We plead thy grace, indulgent God;
We plead thy Son’s atoning blood;
We plead thy gracious promises—
And are they unavailing pleas 2

6. These pleas presented at thy throne, Have brought ten thousand blessings down, On guilty lands in helpless wo: Let them prevail to save us too. o * = Hymn 58., C. M. Secret Prayer. Mat. vi. 8. 1 FATHER divine ! thy piercing eye Sees through the darkest night; In deep retirement thou art nigh, With heart discerning sight. 2 There shall that piercing eye survey My duteous homage paid, "

With ev'ry morning's dawning ray, And ev’ry evening’s shade. 3 O, may thy own celestial fire The incense still inflame; While my warm vows to thee aspire, Through my Redeemer's name. 4 So shall the visits of thy love My soul in secret bless; So shalt thou deign in worlds above, Thy suppliant to confess. *-e

Hymn 59. L. M.
Prayer for Divine Support.

1 O Thou, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light;
Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee,
O burst these bonds and set it free!
Wash out its stains, refine its dross,
Nail my affections to the cross ;
Hallow each thought, let all within,
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.
3 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way;
No foes, no violence I fear,
No fraud, while thou, my God, art near.
4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of wo,
Jesus, thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
Saviour, where’er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untir’d, I follow thee;
O let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill !

If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

Till toil and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy and peace-

[ocr errors]

ALMighty Sovereign of the skies,
To thee let songs of gladness rise,
Each grateful heart its tribute bring,
And ev'ry voice thy goodness sing.

From thee our choicest blessings flow,

Life, health, and strength thy hands bestow 3".

The daily good thy creatures share,
Springs from thy providential care.

The rich profusion nature yields,
The harvests waving o'er the fields,
The cheering light, refreshing shower,
Are gifts from thy exhaustless store.

At thy command, the vernal bloom
Revives the world from winter's gloom;,
The summer's heat the fruit matures,
And autumn all her treasures pours.

From thee proceed domestic ties,
Connubial bliss, patérnal joys ;
On thy support the nations stand,
Obedient to thy high command.

But how shall frail, imperfect man,
Whose being reaches but a span,
Attempt in earth-born strains to prove
The wonders of redeeming love

Let ev'ry pow'r of heart and tongue,
Unite to swell the grateful song;
While age and youth in chorus join,
And praise the Majesty divine.

[ocr errors][merged small]

1 O For a closer walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly frame;
A light to shine upon the road,

That leads me to the Lamb.
? Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then en joy'd!
How sweet their memory j !
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

T-3 The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be, %
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
6 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.

Hymn 62. L. M.
Holy Resolution.

1 AH, wretched souls, who strive in vain
Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin!
A nobler toil may I sustain,
A nobler satisfaction win.

2 I would resolve with all my heart, , With all my powers to serve the Lord;

Nor from his precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.

O be his service all my joy,
Around let my examples shine ;
Till others love the bless'd employ,
And join in labours so divine.

Be this the purpose of my soul, My solemn, my determin’d choice ;. To yield to his supreme control, And in his kind commands rejoice. ; O may I never faint nor tire, Nor wander from thy sacred ways; Great God, accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live thy praise.

- ==
Hymn 63. L. M.

: Absurd and vain attempts to bind
With iron chains, the free born mind:
To force conviction, and reclaim
The wand'ring, by destructive flame

Bold arrogance, to snatch from heav'n
Dominion not to mortals giv'n'
O'er conscience to usurp the throne,
Accountable to God alone.

Mad zeal that fills the world with wo:
That hurls down kingdoms at a blow !
That wakens vengeance to devour
The foes of anti-christian power,
Jesus, thy gentle law of love
Does no such cruelties approve;
Mild as thyself. thy doctrine wields
No arms, but what persuasion yields.

By proofs divine and reason strong,
It draws the willing soul along;

« AnteriorContinuar »