Thine altar is the contrite heart, 694. C. M. Humiliation and Prayer. S. STREETER 1 HERE, in thy temple, Lord, we meet, 2 Our sins rise up in dread array, 3 O, send thy pity from on high Bring now thy gracious spirit nigh, 4 We humbly mourn our follies past, Resolved, while feeble life shall last, 695. Judgments for National Sins deprecated. 1 ALMIGHTY Lord, before thy throne 'T is on thy pardoning grace alone 2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand, Yet mercy spares our guilty land, 3 How changed, alas! are truths divine, 4 O, turn us, turn us, mighty Lord; Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 5 Then, should oppressing foes invade, 696. When thou, O God, art near. L. M. Penitence and Forgiveness. MONTGOMERY. 1 HAVE mercy on me, O my God! But I confess their guilt to thee; 3 Not streaming blood nor cleansing fire 4 The broken heart in sacrifice, Alone, will thine acceptance meet; 5 Thy consolations, as of old, Now to my troubled mind restore ; "Is it such a Fast that I have chosen?" 1" IS this a fast for me?". Thus saith the Lord our God; 2" Like bulrush low to bow With sackcloth for his inner vest, DRUMMOND. The sacred fast I choose,- 5" To nakedness and want Your food and raiment deal, 6" Then, like the morning ray, 698. Shall spring your health and light ; C. M. Humility under Affliction. 1 O SINNER, bring not tears alone, Or outward form of prayer, But let it in thy heart be known That penitence is there. BREVIARY. 2 To smite the breast, the clothes to rend, God asketh not of thee: Thy secret soul he bids thee bend 3 0, let us, then, with heartfelt grief, And pray to him to grant relief, 4 O righteous Judge, if thou wilt deign We pray for time to turn again, 1 WHILE sounds of war are heard around, And death and ruin strow the ground, 2 Thou who hast stamped on human kind 3 Great God, whose powerful hand can bind 700. C. M. For a Day of Fasting and Prayer. AIKIN. ANONYMOUS. 1 NOW let our prayers ascend to thee, Above the world raise thou our hearts; 2 O, let us feel how frail we are, 3 Our sins, alas! before thee rise; Let not our faith, our hope, our trust, 4 Forgive our sins, thy spirit grant, And heavenly peace and holy hope 701. C. M. God our Deliverer. TATE & BRADY. 1 O LORD, our fathers oft have told, Thy wonders in their days performed, 2 'T was not their courage, nor their sword, 'T was not their number, nor their strength, That did their country save. 3 But thy right hand, thy powerful arm,- Thy providence protected them, 4 As thee their God our fathers owned, O, therefore, as thou didst to them, 5 To thee the glory we 'll ascribe, In God, our shield, we will rejoice, |