3 Our table may thy bounty spread, From thine exhaustless store, From day to day with daily bread,— Nor would we ask for more.
4 That pardon we to others give, Do thou to us extend;
From all temptation, Lord, relieve; From every ill defend.
5 And now to thee belong, Most High, The kingdom, glory, power,
Through the broad earth and spacious sky, Both now, and evermore.
351. C. P. M. *J. STRAPHAM.
1 OUR Father, whose eternal
The bright angelic hosts obey, O, lend a pitying ear, When on thy awful name we call, And at thy feet submissive fall, O, condescend to hear.
2 Far may thy glorious reign extend; May rebels to thy sceptre bend, And yield to sovereign love: May we take pleasure to fulfil The sacred dictates of thy will As angels do above.
3 From thy kind hand each temporal good, Our raiment and our daily food,
In rich abundance come:
Lord, give us still a fresh supply; If thou withhold thy hand, we die, And fill the silent tomb.
4 Pardon our sins, O God, that rise · Like gloomy clouds against the skies; And, while we are forgiven, Grant that revenge may never rest, Nor malice harbor, in that breast That feels the love of heaven.
5 Protect us in the dangerous hour, And from the wily tempter's power, O, set our spirits free; And if temptation should assail, May mighty grace o'er all prevail, And lead our hearts to thee.
6 Thine is the power; to thee belongs The constant tribute of our songs,- All glory to thy name: Let every creature join our lays, In one resounding act of praise, Thy wonders to proclaim.
1 OUR heavenly Father, hear
The prayer we offer now :- Thy name be hallowed far and near, To thee all nations bow.
2 Thy kingdom come; thy will On earth be done in love, As saints and seraphim fulfil Thy perfect law above.
3 Our daily bread supply, While by thy word we live; The guilt of our iniquity Forgive, as we forgive.
4 From dark temptation's power Our feeble hearts defend; Deliver in the evil hour, And guide us to the end.
5 Thine, then, forever be Glory and power divine; The sceptre, throne, and majesty Of heaven and earth are thine.
1 FATHER, adored in worlds above! Thy glorious name be hallowed still; Thy kingdom come in truth and love; And earth, like heaven, obey thy will. 2 Lord, make our daily wants thy care; Forgive the sins which we forsake; In thy compassion let us share As fellow-men of ours partake.
3 Evils beset us every hour,- Thy kind protection we implore. Thine is the kingdom, thine the power, The glory thine for evermore.
1 OUR Father in heaven, we hallow thy name! May thy kingdom holy on earth be the same! O give to us daily our portion of bread; It is from thy bounty that all must be fed.
2 Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to know That humble compassion which pardons each foe: Keep us from temptation, from weakness and sin, And thine be the glory forever—Amen.
Following after God. Ps. 63.
1 O GOD, thou art my God alone; Early to thee my soul shall cry, A pilgrim in a land unknown, A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.
20 that it were as it hath been,
When, praying in the holy place, Thy power and glory I have seen, And marked the footsteps of thy grace.
3 Yet, through this rough and thorny maze, I follow hard on thee, my God; Thine hand unseen upholds my ways, I lean upon thy staff and rod.
4 Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember on my bed,
Thy presence makes the darkness light, Thy guardian wings are round my head.
5 Better than life itself thy love, Dearer than all beside to me;
For whom have I in heaven above, Or what on earth, compared with thee?
6 Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all thy mercy I will give; My soul shall still in God rejoice, My tongue shall bless thee while I live.
356. C. M. MISS H. M. WILLIAMS.
Seeking God in habitual Devotion.
1 WHILST thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled.
2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed; To thee my thoughts would soar; Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed;- That mercy I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
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