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H. M. WILLIAMS
1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power!
2 Thy love the powers of thought bestowed,
3 In each event of life, how clear
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
In every joy that crowns my days,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
5 When gladness wings my favored hour,
6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;—
"I will that men pray everywhere."
1 THEY Who seek the throne of grace Find that throne in every place;
If we live a life of prayer,
2 In our sickness, in our health,
3 When our earthly comforts fail,
4 Then, my soul, in every strait,
1 COME, kingdom of our God,
2 Over our spirits first
Extend thy healing reign;
There raise and quench the sacred thirst, That never pains again.
Come, kingdom of our God!
And make the broad earth thine; Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod That flowers with grace divine.
Soon may all tribes be blest With fruit from life's glad tree; And in its shade like brothers rest, Sons of one family.
Come, kingdom of our God! And raise thy glorious throne In worlds by the undying trod, Where God shall bless his own.
7 & 6s. M.
"Pray without ceasing."
ED. LIT. REV.
1 Go when the morning shineth,
• Remember all who love thee,
Then for thyself, in meekness,
A blessing humbly claim,
3 Or, if 't is e'er denied thee
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee
E'en then the silent breathing,
4 O, not a joy or blessing
With this can we compare,
8 & 7s. M.
The Heart given to God.
1 TAKE my heart, O Father, take it, Make and keep it all thine own; Let thy Spirit melt it, break it,This proud heart of sin and stone. 2 Heavenly Father! deign to mould it In obedience to thy will;
And, as ripening years unfold it,
3 Father! make it pure and lowly,
4 Ever let thy grace surround it, Strengthen it with power divine,
Till thy cords of love have bound it,– Made it to be wholly thine.
5 May the blood of Jesus heal it,
Following after God.
1 O GOD, thou art my God alone; Early to thee my soul shall cry, A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.
2 Yet, through this rough and thorny maze,
3 Thee, in the watches of the night,
Thy presence makes the darkness light, Thy guardian wings are round my head.
4 Better than life itself thy love,
For whom have I in heaven above,
5 Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all thy mercy, I will give ;
My soul shall still in God rejoice;