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3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay

And bid my heart rejoice;
My bounding heart shall own Thy sway

And echo to Thy voice.
4 Thou callest me to seek Thy face ;

'Tis all I wish to seek;
To attend the whispers of Thy grace,

And hear Thee inly speak.
5 Let this my every hour employ,

Till I Thy glory see;
Enter into my Master's joy,
And find my heaven in Thee.

C. WESLEY. 1740.

C.M. 1114

I am the Way: no man cometh to the Father,

but by Me.—John 14. 6. 1 E may not climb the heavenly steeps,

In vain we search the lowest deeps,

For Him no depths can drown.
2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet,

A present help is He;
And faith has yet its Olivet,

And love its Galilee.
3 The healing of His seamless dress

Is by our beds of pain ;
We touch Him in life's throng and press,

And we are whole again. 4 Through Him the first fond prayers are said

Our lips of childhood frame;
The last low whispers of our dead

Are burdened with His name.

5 O Lord and Saviour of us all,

Whate'er our name or sign,
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,

And form our lives by Thine. 6 We faintly hear, we dimly see,

In differing phrase we pray;
But, dim or clear, we own in Thee
The life, the truth, the way.

J. G. WHITTIER. 1840.

MY

1115

8.8.8.4. The hour of prayer. -Acts 3. 1. 1 God, is

any

hour so sweet, From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to Thy feet,

The hour of prayer ?
2 For then a day-spring shines on me,

Brighter than morn's ethereal glow;
And richer dews descend from Thee

Than earth can know.

3 Then is my strength by Thee renewed ;

Then are my sins by Thee forgiven;
Then dost Thou cheer my solitude

With hope of heaven.
4 No words can tell what sweet relief

There for my every want I find,
What strength for warfare, balm for grief,

of mind!

What peace

5 Hushed is each doubt; gone every fear;

My spirit seems in heaven to stay:
And e'en the penitential tear

Is wiped away.

O Lord! till I reach yon blissful shore,

No privilege so dear shall be,
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In prayer to Thee.

C. ELLIOTT. 1836. 1116 Search me, o God, and know my heart : try

me, and know my thoughts. —Ps. 139. 23. 1 0 THOU, to whose all-searching sight

The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart; it pants for Thee;

O burst these bonds and set it free! 2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross, Nail my

affections to the Cross; Hallow each thought; let all within

Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean. 3 While in this darksome wild I stray,

Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way;
No foes, no violence I fear,

No fraud, if Thou, my God, art near. 4 Saviour, where'er Thy steps I see,

Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee;
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill.

rough and thorny be my way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil and grief and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm and joy and peace.

J. A. FREYLINGHAUSEN. 1730.

TR. BY J. WESLEY. 1740.

1117 Continue ye in My Fore.-John 13. 9. 0 .

The faint, the weak, on Thee may lean;

1

Help me, throughout life's varying scene,

By faith to cling to Thee.
2 Blest with communion so Divine,

Take what Thou wilt, shall I repine,
When, as the branches to the vine,

My soul may cling to Thee? 3 Without a murmur, I dismiss

My former dreams of earthly bliss ;
My joy, my recompense is this,

Each hour to cling to Thee.
4 What though the world deceitful prove,

And earthly friends and joys remove,
With patient uncomplaining love

Still would I cling to Thee.
5 Though faith and hope awhile be tried,

I ask not, need not, aught beside ;
How safe, how calm, how satisfied,

The souls that cling to Thee!
6 They fear not life's rough storms to brave,

Since Thou art near and strong to save;
Nor shudder e'en at death's dark wave,

Because they cling to Thee.
7 Blest is my lot, whate'er befal;

What can disturb me, who appal,
While as my Strength, my Rock, my All,
Saviour, I cling to Thee ?

C. ELLIOTT. 1840.

L.M. 1118

Speak, for Thy servant heareth.

1 Sam. 3. 10. 1

In living echoes of Thy tone:
As Thou hast sought, so let me seek
Thy erring children, lost and lone.

, , I

2 O lead me, Lord, that I may

lead
The wandering and the wavering feet;
O feed me, Lord, that I may

feed
Thy hungering ones with manna sweet.
3 O strengthen me, that while I stand

Firm on the Rock, and strong in Thee,
I may stretch out a loving hand

To wrestlers with the troubled sea. 4 O teach me, Lord, that I may teach

The precious things Thou dost impart;
And wing my words, that they may reach

The hidden depths of many a heart. 5 O give Thine own sweet rest to me,

That I may speak with soothing power
A word in season, as from Thee,

To weary ones in needful hour.
6 O fill me with Thy fulness, Lord,

heart o'erflow
In kindling thought and glowing word,

Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show. 7 O use me, Lord, use even me,

Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where;
Until Thy blessèd face I see,
Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share.

F. R. HAVERGAL. 1879.

Until my very

C.M. 1119 Lord, teach us to pray.—Luke 11. 1. 1 THEN cold our hearts, and far from Thee WHEN

Our wandering spirits stray, And thoughts and lips move heavily,

Lord, teach us how to pray! 2 Too vile to venture near Thy throne,

Too poor to turn away,

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