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5 Yea, more; with his own hand he seem'd Intent to aggravate my wo; Cross'd all the fair designs I schem’d, Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. 6 “Lord, why is this?” I trembling cried, “Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?" "'Tis in this way,” the Lord replied, “I answer prayer for grace and faith: 7 “These inward trials I employ “From self and pride to set thee free, “And break thy schemes of earthly joy,

“That thou mayest seek thy all in me.”
Newton.

310. Prayer of the Penitent. L. M.

1 Friend of the friendless and the faint!
Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Where, but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor!

2 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
And thou refuse that mourner's pleaf
Does not the word still fix’d remain,
That none shall seek thy face in vain?

3 That were a grief I could not bear, Didst thou not hear and answer prayer: O thou, prayer-hearing, answering God,

Take from my heart this painful load. Newton.

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311. The JW arrow Gate. 7's.

1 Seek, my soul, the narrow gate;
Enter, ere it be too late;
Many ask to enter there,
When too late to offer prayer.

2 God from mercy’s seat shall rise
And for ever bar the skies:
Then, though sinners cry without,
He will say, “I know you not.”

3 Mournfully will they exclaim,
"Lord! we have profess'd thy name;
“We have ate with thee, and heard
"Heavenly teaching in thy word.”

4 Wain, alas! will be their plea,
Workers of iniquity; -
Sad their everlasting lot—

Christ will say, “I know you not.”
Epis. Col.

312. The Request. C. M.

1 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace
Let this petition rise:
2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
“From every murmur free;
“The blessings of thy grace impart,
“And let me ise to thee.

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3 “Let the sweet hope that I am thine,
“My life and death attend;
“Thy presence through my journey shine,
“And crown my journey's end." Steele.

313. Prayer for Mercy. C. M. 1 Lord, I approach thy throne of grace, Where mercy doth abound, Desiring mercy for my sin, To heal my soul's deep wound. 2 O Lord, I need not to repeat What I would humbly crave, For thou dost know before I ask, The thing that I would have. 3 Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask, This is the total sum: Mercy, through Christ, is all my suit; Lord, let thy mercy come.

314. Importunate Prayer. S. M.
1 Jesus, who knows full well
The heart of every saint,
Invites us all our griefs to tell,
To pray, and never faint.
2 He bows his gracious ear-
We never plead in vain;
Then let us wait till he appear,
And pray, and pray again.

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3 Though unbelief suggest,
“Why should we longer wait?”
He bids us never give him rest,
But knock at mercy's gate.

4 Jesus, the Lord, will hear
His chosen when they cry;
Yes, though he may a while forbear,
He'll help them from on high,

5 Then let us earnest cry,
And never faint in pray’r:
He sees, he hears, and from on high
Will make our cause his care. Newton.

315. The Lord's Prayer. C. M.

1 Father of all, we bow to thee,
Who dwell'st in heav'n, ador'd,
But present still through all thy works,
The universal Lord.

2 For ever hallowed be thy name
By all below the skies;
And may thy kingdom still advance,
Till grace to glory rise.
3 Thy glorious purpose, Lord, fulfil;
Let all thy glory see;
And, as in heaven thy will is done,
On earth so let it be. -

4 Our wants with every morning grow,
With food these wants supply;
And on our souls the BREAD bestow
To eat—and never die

5 Our sins before thee we confess;
O may they be forgiv'n'
As we to others mercy show,
We mercy beg of heaven.

6 Still let thy grace our life direct;
From evil guard our way;
And in temptation's fatal path
Permit us not to stray.

PRIVATE DEVOTION.

316. Private Devotion. L. M.

1 Return, my roving heart, return, And chase these shadowy forms nomore,

Seek out some solitude to mourn,

And thy forsaken God implore.

2 O thou great God, whose piercing eye Distinctly marks each deep recess, In these sequestered hours draw nigh

And with thy presence fill the place.

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