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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.


C. M.

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


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.

L. M.

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."


C. M.

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.

C. M.

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,

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 !

L. M.

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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