Prayer for Mercy in Spiritual Need.
1 LORD, have mercy when we pray Strength to seek a better way; When our wakening thoughts begin First to loathe their cherished sin; When our weary spirits fail, And our aching brows are pale; When our tears bedew thy word; Then, O then have mercy, Lord!
2 Lord, have mercy when we lie On the restless bed, and sigh, Sigh for death, yet fear it still, From the thought of former ill; When the dim, advancing gloom Tells us that our hour has come; When is loosed the silver cord; Then, O then have mercy, Lord!
3 Lord, have mercy, when we know First how vain this world below; When its darker thoughts oppress, Doubts perplex, and fears distress; When the earliest gleam is given Of the bright but distant heaven; Then thy fostering grace afford; Then, O then have mercy, Lord!
1 THROUGH thee, O Lord, we own A new and heavenly birth, Kindred to spirits round thy throne, Though sojourners of earth.
2 How glorious is the hour
When first our souls awake,
And, through thy Spirit's quickening power, Of the new life partake.
3 With richer beauty glows The world before so fair; Her holy light religion throws, Reflected everywhere.
We know the God of mercy hears,
And pardons every sin.
♪ Born of thy Spirit, Lord, Thy spirit may we share;
Deep in our hearts inscribe thy word, And place thine image there.
1 MAY I resolve, with all my heart, With all my powers, to serve the Lord, Nor from his precepts e'er depart, Whose service is a rich reward.
2 Be this the purpose of my soul, My solemn, my determined choice, To yield to his supreme control, And in his kind commands rejoice.
3 O may I never faint nor tire, Nor, wandering, leave his sacred ways! Great God! accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live thy praise.
1 A CHARGE to keep I have, A God to glorify;
A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky; To serve the present age, My calling to fulfil :
O may it all my powers engage To do my Master's will!
2 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live;
And oh! thy servant, Lord, prepare The strict account to give : Help me to watch and pray, And on thyself rely:
Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall forsaken die.
Dependence on God.
To keep the lamp alive, With oil we fill the bowl;
'T is water makes the willow thrive, grace that feeds the soul.
2 The Lord's unsparing hand Supplies the living stream; It is not at our own command, But still derived from him.
Man's wisdom is to seek His strength in God alone; And e'en an angel would be weak, Who trusted in his own.
4 Retreat beneath his wings, And in his grace confide; This more exalts the King of kings, Than all your works beside.
5 In God is all our store;
Grace issues from his throne; "I want no more,"
Whoever says,
Confesses he has none.
1 SWEET is the bliss of souls serene, When they have sworn and steadfast mean, Counting the cost, in all to espy Their God, in all themselves deny.
2 O could we learn that sacrifice, What lights would all around us rise! How would our hearts with wisdom talk, Along life's dullest, dreariest walk!
3 We need not bid, for cloistered cell, Our neighbor and our work farewell, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky:
The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves; a road To bring us, daily, nearer God.
The Happiness of a Christian.
1 WHEN true religion gains a place, And lives within the mind, The sensual life subdued by grace, And all the soul refined, -
2 The desert blooms in living green, Where thorns and briers grew; The barren waste is fruitful seen, And all the prospect new.
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