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“ COME BOLDLY UNTO THE THRONE OF GRACE.”

PRAYER was appointed to convey

The blessings God designs to give : Long as they live should Christians pray ;

For only while they pray, they live.

The Christian's heart his prayer indites;

He speaks as prompted from within : The Spirit his petition writes ;

And Christ receives and gives it in.

And wilt thou in dead silence lie,

When Christ stands waiting for thy prayer ? My soul, thou hast a friend on high ;

Arise, and try thine interest there.

If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress;

If cares distract, or fears dismay ;
If guilt deject ; if sin distress;
The remedy's before thee ; Pray.

'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak ;

Though thought be broken, language lame,Pray: if thou canst, or canst not, speak :

But pray with faith in Jesu's name.

Depend on Him; thou canst not fail :

Make all thy wants and wishes known : Fear not; His merits must prevail :

Ask what thou wilt, it shall be done.

• WHO BY SEARCHING CAN FIND OUT GOD ?"

SHALL foolish, weak, short-sighted man

Beyond archangels go,
The great Almighty God explain,

Or to perfection know?
His attributes divinely soar

Above the creature's sight,
And prostrate seraphin adore

The glorious Infinite.

Jehovah's everlasting days,

They cannot number'd be ;
Incomprehensible the space

Of thine immensity;
Thy wisdom's depths by reason's line

In vain we strive to sound,
Or stretch our labouring thought t' assign

Omnipotence a bound.

The brightness of thy glories leaves

Description far below; Nor man's, nor angel's heart conceives

How deep thy mercies flow :
Thy love is most unsearchable,

And dazzles all above;
They gaze, but cannot count or tell

The treasures of thy love!

"I WILL NOT LET THEE GO, EXCEPT THOU BLESS

ME!”

COME, O Thou traveller unknown,

Whom still 1 hold, but cannot see !
My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with Thee;
With Thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.

I need not tell Thee who I am ;

My misery or sin declare ;
Thyself hast called me by my name;

Look on Thy hands and read it there :
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.

In vain Thou strugglest to get free,

I never will unloose my hold :
Art Thou the Man that died for me?

The secret of thy love unfold :
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

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