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S. M.

The Lord's Prayer.
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 seraphimn fulfil

Thy perfect law above.


Our daily bread supply,

While by thy word we live;
The guilt of our iniquity

Forgive as we forgive.
From dark temptation's power

Our feeble hearts defend;
Deliver in the evil hour,

And guide us to the end.


5 Thine, then, for ever be

Glory and power divine;
The sceptre, throne, and majesty

Of heaven and earth are thine.

L. M.

“ IIo will be our guide even unto death."
1 0 Thou to whose all-searching sight

The darkness shineth as the light;
Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee;
O burst these bonds, and set it free!

2 If in this darksome wild I stray,

Be thou my light, be thou my way;
No foes, no violence, I fear,

No fraud, while thou, my God, art near. 3 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks


heart in waves of woe; O God, thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 4 If rough and thorny be the way,

My strength proportion to my day ;
Tiil toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.

L. M.

MRS. STEELE. Religion the only Comforter. i Is there no kind, no lenient art,

To heal the anguish of the heart;
To ease the heavy load of care

Which nature must, but cannot bear? 2 Can reason's dictates be obeyed ?

Too weak, alas! her strongest aid;
O let religion then be nigh,
Whose consolations never die.

3 Her powerful aid supports the soul,

And nature owns her strong control;
Our fiercest griefs resign their rage,

While she unfolds the sacred page. 4 Then, gentle Patience smiles on pain;

Then, dying Hope revives again;
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye,
While Faith points upward to the sky.

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MONTGOMERY. In Time of Tribulation. Psalm 77. i In time of tribulation,

Hear, Lord, our earnest cries; With humble supplication

To thee the spirit flies. 2 Remembered songs of gladness,

Through night's lone silence brought, Strike notes of deepest sadness,

And stir desponding thought. 3 Hath God cast off for ever?

Can time his truth impair? His tender mercy never

Shall we presume to share ? 4 Hath he his loving-kindness

Shut up in bitter wrath ? No! it is human blindness,

That cannot see his path. 5 We'll call to recollection

The years of thy right hand, , And, strong in thy protection,

Again through faith we stand. 6 Thy way is in great waters,

Thy footsteps are not known; But let earth's sons and daughters

Confide in thee alone! 7 Through the wild sea thou leddest

Thy chosen flock of yore; Still on the wave thou treadest,

And thy redeemed pass o'er.

L. M.




1 Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will!

Tumultuous passions, all be still!
Nor let one murmuring thought arise:
His ways are just, his counsels wise.

2. He in the thickest darkness dwells,

Performs his work, — the cause conceals; But though his methods are unknown, Judgment and truth support his throne.

3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas

He executes his firm decrees;
And by his saints it stands confessed
That what he does is ever best.

4 Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait,

Prostrate before his awful seat;
And, midst the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.

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i Father of light! conduct my feet

Through life's dark, dangerous road; Let each advancing step still bring

Me nearer to my God.

2 Let heaven-eyed prudence be my guide ;

And, when I go astray,
Recall my feet from folly's path,

To wisdom's better way.

3 Teach me in every various scene

To keep my end in sight;
And while I tread life's mazy track,

Let wisdom guide me right.

4 That heavenly wisdom from above

Abundantly impart;
And let it guard, and guide, and warm,

And penetrate my heart;
5 Till it shall lead me to thyself,

Fountain of bliss and love! And all my darkness be dispersed

In endless light above.

S. M.

BOOK OF HYMNS. Why art thou cast down, my Soul ? 1 We pray for truth and peace;

With weary hearts we ask
Some rest in which our souls may cease

From life's perplexing task.
We seek, — yet none is found;

We sigh, - yet hope grows faint;
And deeper in its mournful sound

Goes up our wild complaint. 2 Only to living faith

The promises are shown;
And by the love that passes death

The rest is won alone.
Be ours the earnest heart,

Be ours the steady will,
To work in silent trust our part;

For God is working still.

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