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1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,

Uttered or unexpressed,
The motion of a hidden fire,

That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the simplest form of speech

That infant lips can try;
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach

The Majesty on high.

3 The saints in prayer appear as one

In word, and deed, and mind;
While with the Father and the Son

Sweet fellowship they find.

4 O thou by whom we come to God,

The Life, the Truth, the Way,
The path of prayer thyself hast trod;

Lord, teach us how to pray.

say,

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Watts. Prayer and Hope. Ps. 27. 1 SOON as I heard

my

Father
6 Ye children, seek my grace,'
My heart replied without delay,

“I'll seek my Father's face.”
2 Let not thy face be hid from me,

Nor frown my soul away;
God of my life, I fly to thee,

In a distressing day. 3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear,

Leave me to want or die,
My God would make my life his care,

And all my need supply.
4 My fainting flesh had died with grief,

Had not my soul believed
To see thy grace provide relief;

Nor was my hope deceived.
5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,

And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,

And far exceed your hope.

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CowPER. Exhortation to Prayer. 1 WHAT various hindrances we meet,

In coming to a mercy-seat !
Yet who, that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?

2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw,

Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,

Brings every blessing from above.
3 Have you no words? Ah! think again ;

Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear

With the sad tale of all your care.
4 Were half the breath thus vainly spent

To Heaven in supplication sent,
Your cheerful song would oftener be,
“Hear what the Lord has done for me."

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PARADISE St. Col. The Lord's Prayer. 1 FATHER in heaven, thy sacred name

In hallowed strains be sung ;
Thy kingdom spread o'er all the earth,

Thy praise fill every tongue.
2 By happy spirits round thy throne,

As thy commands are done, So be thy perfect will obeyed

By all beneath the sun.
3 Our numerous wants are known to thee,

Who canst alone supply ;
O, grant each day our daily bread,

Nor other good deny.
4 Forgive our sins, as we forgive

The wrongs that others do ; Nor let temptations press around,

Lest we those sins renew.

5 Thou art our safety and defence,

When dangers threatening stand;
O, turn aside impending ills,

With thy almighty hand.
6 Thy sceptre all creation sways;

Thy power knows no control;
Thy matchless glory shall endure,

While endless ages roll.

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POPE The Universal Prayer. 1 FATHER of all! in every age,

In every clime, adored,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord ! 2 Thou great First Cause, least understood,

Who all my sense confined To know but this, that thou art good,

And that myself am blind; —
3 What conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do,
This teach me more than hell to shun,

That more than heaven pursue. 4 Yet not to earth's contracted span

Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round. 5 If I am right, thy grace impart

Still in the right to stay ;
If I am wrong, 0 teach my heart

To find that better way.

6 Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent
At aught thy wisdom has denied,

Or aught thy goodness lent.
7 Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I see ;
That mercy I to others show,
That
mercy

show to me.
8 This day be bread and peace my lot:

All else beneath the sun
Thou know'st if best bestowed or not;

And let thy will be done.
9 To thee, whose temple is all space,

Whose altar earth, sea, skies,
One chorus let all being raise !

All nature's incense rise !

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DODDRIDGE. God, the Father of our Spirits. 1 ETERNAL Source of life and thought,

Be all beneath thyself forgot ;
Whilst thee, great Parent-mind, we own,

In prostrate homage round thy throne. 2 Whilst in themselves our souls survey

Of thee some faint reflected ray,
They, wondering, to their Father rise;

His power how vast! his thoughts how wise! 3 O, may we live before thy face,

The willing subjects of thy grace,
And through each path of duty move,
With filial awe and filial love.

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