When we in Thy temple meet, Lay our wants before Thy feet, Pleading at the mercy-seat;

Look from heaven and save!

When Thy love our hearts shall fill, And we long to do Thy will, Turning to Thy holy hill;

Lord, accept and save!

Should we wander from Thy fold, And our love to Thee grow cold, With a pitying eye behold;

Lord, forgive and save!

Should the hand of sorrow press, Earthly care and want distress, May our souls Thy peace possess ; Jesus, hear and save!

And whate'er our cry may be, When we lift our hearts to Thee, From our burden set us free;

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Hear, forgive, and save!

MRS. ELIZA F. MORRIS.

286. Childlike Trust.

PSALM CXxxi. 2.

C.M.

S helpless as a child who clings
Fast to his father's arm,
And casts his weakness on the strength
That keeps him safe from harm;
So, I, my Father, cling to Thee,
And thus I every hour
Would link my earthly feebleness
To Thine Almighty power.

As trustful as a child who looks
Up in his mother's face,
And all his little griefs and fears
Forgets in her embrace;

So I to Thee, my Saviour, look,
And in Thy face Divine
Can read the love that will sustain
As weak a faith as mine.

As loving as a child who sits

Close by his parent's knee,

288.-Service and Praise.

PSALM CXix. 171.

C.M.

WHEREFORE, Lord, doth Thy
dear praise

But tremble on my tongue?
Why lack my lips sweet skill to raise
A full triumphant song?

How can this heart divinely glow,
So ready to transgress?
Thy broken law doth dull me so;
My sins Thy praise oppress.

O make me, Lord, Thy statutes learn!
Keep in Thy ways my feet;
Then shall my lips divinely burn ;
Then shall my songs be sweet.

Each sin I cast away shall make
My soul more strong to soar;
Each work I do for Thee shall wake
A strain Divine the more.

My voice shall more delight Thine ear
The more I wait on Thee;
Thy service brings my soul more near
The angelic harmony.

O, wherefore swells so sweet above
The everlasting hymn?

Thy will they work, Thy law they love,
Those tuneful seraphim!