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.


1115 The hour of prayer. -Acts 3. 1. 1 God, is


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.


TR. BY J. WESLEY. 1740.

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

The faint, the weak, on Thee may lean;


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

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

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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