3 Now may we prove the power of prayer, To strengthen faith, and sweeten care; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes. 4 Lord! we are weak, but Thou art near; Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear; O! rend the heavens, forsake thy throne,* And make each sinner's heart thine own. HYMN 100. (C. M. TUTBURY.) The glory of the Lord seen in the sanctuary. The Sovereign of your hearts proclaim, 2 Behold your Lord and Saviour, crown'd With glories all divine, And tell the wondering nations round 3 When in these sacred courts we view We long to love as angels do, And wish like them to sing. 4 And shall we long and wish in vain? 5 O happy period! glorious day! When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their powers, the raptured lay, 1 WHAT various hindrances we meet, Yet who, that knows the worth of prayer, * 2 Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw; 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer makes the Christian armour bright; 'And Satan trembles, when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. 4 When Moses stood with arms spread wide, 5 Have you no words? ah! think again; 6 Were half the breath, thus vainly spent, Your cheerful song would oftener be, "Hear what the Lord hath done for me." + Ex. xvii. 11. * Gen. xxviii. 12. Exhortation against party-spirit. 1 LET party names no more 2 Among the saints on earth, 4 Thus will the church below Where no discordant sounds are heard, But all is peace and love. HYMN 103. (C. M. CONDESCENSION.) Man a stranger and pilgrim upon earth. 1 A SOLDIER'S course, from battles won 2 The hosts of Satan pant for spoil; Lonely we tread a foreign soil: 3 Oh! let us seek our heavenly home, The land whence pilgrims never roam, 4 Where grief shall never wound, nor death, 5 The land where (suns and moons unknown, 6 Where they who meet shall never part; And God, uniting every heart, HYMN 104. (C. M. ST. JAMES'S.) In the midst of life we are in death. 1 SOON shall this curious house of clay, Fall to devouring worms a prey; 2 Nearer to endless joy or woe, 3 Our thoughts with eager fondness roam In quest of what they love; But ah! when duty calls them home, 4 Awaken, Lord! our slumbering sense, That when our souls are summon'd hence, HYMN 105. (S. M. PECKHAM.) The uncertainty of life a reason for continual watchfulness. 2 The present moment flies, Awaken, by thy mighty power, |