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1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed,
That trembles in the breast.
2 Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
The Majesty on high.
3 The saints in prayer appear as one
In word, and deed, and mind;
Sweet fellowship they find.
4 O thou by whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way,
Lord, teach us how to pray.
Watts. Prayer and Hope. Ps. 27. 1 SOON as I heard
“I'll seek my Father's face.”
Nor frown my soul away;
In a distressing day. 3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear,
Leave me to want or die,
And all my need supply.
Had not my soul believed
Nor was my hope deceived.
And keep your courage up;
And far exceed your hope.
CowPER. Exhortation to Prayer. 1 WHAT various hindrances we meet,
In coming to a mercy-seat !
2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Brings every blessing from above.
Words flow apace when you complain,
With the sad tale of all your care.
To Heaven in supplication sent,
PARADISE St. Col. The Lord's Prayer. 1 FATHER in heaven, thy sacred name
In hallowed strains be sung ;
Thy praise fill every tongue.
As thy commands are done, So be thy perfect will obeyed
By all beneath the sun.
Who canst alone supply ;
Nor other good deny.
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;
With thy almighty hand.
Thy power knows no control;
While endless ages roll.
POPE The Universal Prayer. 1 FATHER of all! in every age,
In every clime, adored,
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; —
Or warns me not to do,
That more than heaven pursue. 4 Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
When thousand worlds are round. 5 If I am right, thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay ;
To find that better way.
6 Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent
Or aught thy goodness lent.
To hide the fault I see ;
show to me.
All else beneath the sun
And let thy will be done.
Whose altar earth, sea, skies,
All nature's incense rise !
DODDRIDGE. God, the Father of our Spirits. 1 ETERNAL Source of life and thought,
Be all beneath thyself forgot ;
In prostrate homage round thy throne. 2 Whilst in themselves our souls survey
Of thee some faint reflected ray,
His power how vast! his thoughts how wise! 3 O, may we live before thy face,
The willing subjects of thy grace,