PART II. PRAYER AND PRAISE.
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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. 133.
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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