PART II.
PRAYER AND PRAISE.
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For Instruction.
TEACH me, my God and King,
In all things Thee to see;
And what I do in any thing,
To do it as for Thee!
To scorn the Senses' sway,
While still to Thee I tend:
In all I do, be Thou the way,
In all be Thou the end.
All may of Thee partake:
Nothing so small can be,
But draws, when acted for thy sake,
Greatness and worth from Thee.
If done beneath thy laws,
Even servile labours shine;
Hallow'd is toil, if this the cause,
The meanest work divine.
God all in all to the believer.
1 IN Thee I live, and move, and am;
Thou deal'st me out my days:
As Thou renew'st my being, Lord,
Let me renew thy praise.
2 Naked came I into this world,
And nothing with me brought;
And nothing have I here deserved:
Yet have I lacked nought.
3 I do not bless my labouring hand,
My labouring head, or chance;
Thy providence, most gracious God,
Is mine inheritance.
4 Thy bounty gives me bread with peace,
A table free from strife:
Thy blessing is the staff of bread,
Which is the staff of life.
5 The daily favours of my God
I cannot sing at large:
Yet let me make this holy boast,
I am the Almighty's charge.
6 Lord, in the day, Thou art about
The paths wherein I tread;
And in the night, when I lie down,
Thou art about my bed.
7 A thousand deaths I daily 'scape,
I pass by many a pit,
I sail by many dreadful rocks,
Where others have been split.
8 Whilst others in God's prisons lie,
Bound with affliction's chains,
I walk at large, secure and free,
From sickness and from pains.
9 'Tis not, my God, myself alone,
But mine to Thee I owe;
Thou mad'st me many out of one;
O let thy praises grow.
10 O let my house a temple be;
That I and mine may sing
Hosannahs to thy Majesty,
And praise our heavenly King.
Il 'Tis Thou hast crown'd my actions, Lord,
With good success, each day;
This crown, together with myself,
At thy blest feet I lay.
For the continual help of God.
1 BE with me, Lord, where'er I go, Teach me what Thou would'st have me do Suggest whate'er I think or say,
Direct me in thy narrow way.
2 Prevent me, lest I harbour pride,
Lest I in mine own strength confide;
Show me my weakness, let me see,
I have my power, my all from Thee.
3 0 may I ne'er my silence break,
Unless inspired by Thee to speak;
Then let such power attend my word,
That all who hear, may seek the Lord.
4 Enrich me alway with thy love;
My kind protection ever prove;
Thy signet put upon my breast,
And let thy Spirit on me rest.
5 Assist and teach me how to pray;
Incline my nature to obey;
What Thou abhorr'st, that let me flee,
And only love what pleases Thee.
6 0 may I never do my will,
But thine, and only thine, fulfil :
Let all my time, and all my ways,
Be spent and ended to thy praise.
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For a blessing with food.
I FOUNTAIN of being, Source of good!
At whose Almighty breath
The creature proves our bane or food,
Dispensing life or death.
2 Thee we address with, humble fear,
Vouchsafe thy gifts to crown;
Father of all, thy children hear,
And send a blessing down.
30 may our souls for ever pine
Thy grace to taste and see;
Athirst for righteousness divine,
And hungry after Thee!
Social dedication to God.
1 BEING of beings, God of love,
To Thee our hearts we raise;
Thy all-sustaining power we prove
And gladly sing thy praise.
2 Thine, wholly thine, we want to be,
Our sacrifice receive;
Made, and preserved, and saved by Thee,
To Thee ourselves we give.
3 Come Holy Ghost, the Saviour's love
Shed in our hearts abroad;
So shall we ever live and move,
And be with Christ, in God.
For holiness of life.
1 I ASK not honour, pomp or praise,
By worldly men esteem'd,
I wish from sin's deceitful ways
To feel my soul redeem'd.
2 I wish, as faithful Christians do,
Dear Lord, to live to Thee,
And by my words and walk to show,
That Thou hast died for me.
3 O grant me through thy precious blood, Thy gospel thus to grace;
Renew my heart, O Lamb of God;
Thus shall my works Thee praise.
Praying Infirmities.
AND can I call this prayer,
My heart so far from God!
Either unprofitably fix'd,
Or wandering far abroad.
2 When pride and self-applause Bear such tyrannic sway,
Where thoughts and words no more agree,
Can I be said to pray?
Dear Lord, thy powerful aid
I earnestly implore;
Save me from sinful self and pride,
And make my worship pure.
1 WHY is my heart so far from Thee,
My God, my chief delight?
Why are my thoughts no more by day
With Thee, no more by night?
2 Why should my foolish passions rove?
Where can such sweetness be
As I have tasted in thy love,
As I have found in Thee?
3 When my forgetful soul renews
The savour of thy grace,
My heart presumes I cannot lose
The relish all my days.
4 But ere one fleeting hour is pass'd,
The flattering world employs
Some sensual bait to seize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.
5 Trifles of nature or of art
With fair deceitful charms,
Intrude upon my thoughtless heart,
And thrust Thee from my arms.
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