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Secret Prayer.

1 Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream

In earnest pleading flows; Devotion dwells upon the theme,

And warm and warmer glows.

2 Faith grasps the blessings she desires;

Hope points the upward gaze; And Love, celestial Love, inspires

The eloquence of praise.

3 But sweeter far the still, small voice,

Heard by no human ear,
When Jesus makes the heart rejoice,

And dries the bitter tear.

4 Not accents flow, nor words ascend;

All utterance faileth there;
But Christian spirits comprehend,

And God accepts the prayer.

C. M. 564. MRS. STEELE.

The transforming Vision of God.
i My God, the visits of thy face

Afford superior joy
To all the flattering world can give,

Or mortal hopes employ.

2 But clouds and darkness intervene,

My brightest joys decline;
And earth's gay trifles oft ensnare

This wandering heart of mine.

3 Lord, guide this wandering heart to thee,

Unsatisfied I stray; Break through the shades of sense and sin

With thy enlivening ray.
4 O let thy beams resplendent shine,

And every cloud remove;
Transform my powers, and fit my soul

For happier scenes above. 5 Then, though I sink in death's cold sleep,

To life I shall awake;
And, in the likeness of my God,

Of heavenly bliss partake.

L. M.

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST Prayer for Divine Help. i Be with me, Lord, where'er I go;

Teach me what thou wouldst have me do; Show me my weakness, let me see

I have my power, my all from thee. 2 Enrich me always with thy love;

My kind protection ever prove;
Thy signet put upon my breast,

And let thy Spirit on me rest. 3. Assist and teach me how to

Incline my nature to obey;
What thou abhorrist, that let me flee,
And only love what pleases thee.

I never do my will,
But thine, and only thine, fulfil;
Let all my time and all my ways
Be spent and ended to thy praise.


L. M.

The Mercy-seat.
i From every stormy wind that blows,

From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat;

'Tis found before the mercy-seat.
2 There is a place where Jesus sheds

The oil of gladness on our heads, -
A place of all on earth most sweet;

It is the heavenly mercy-seat.
3 There is a scene where spirits blend,

Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet

Around one common mercy-seat.
4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar,

And sin and sense molest no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

L. M. 567.

Prayer for the right Use of Sickness.
1 Father, thy gentle chastisement

Falls kindly on my burdened soul;
I see its merciful intent
To warn me back to thy control;
And pray, that, while I kiss the rod,

I may find perfect peace with God. 2 The errors of my heart I know;

I feel my deep infirmities:
For often virtuous feelings glow,
And holy purposes arise,

But like the morning clouds decay,
As empty, though as fair, as they.

3 Forgive the weakness I deplore;

And let thy peace abound in me;
That I may trust myself no more,
But wholly cast myself on thee.
O let my Father's strength be mine,
And my devoted life be thine!

L. M.



Subjection to the Divine Will.

1 O Thou, who hast at thy command

The hearts of all men in thy hand!
Our wayward, erring minds incline
To have no other will but thine.

2 Our wishes, our desires, control;

Mould every purpose of the soul ;
O’er all may we victorious be
That stands between ourselves and thee.

3 Thrice-blest will all our blessings be,

When we can look through them to thee;
When each glad heart its tribute pays
Of love, and gratitude, and praise.

4 And while we to thy glory live,

May we to thee all glory give,
Until the final summons come,
That calls thy willing servants home.

7 & 6s. M. 569. WESLEYAN.

Confidence in God's Protection.
1 O my soul, unceasing pray ;

In God alone confide;
He thy feeble steps shall stay,

Nor suffer thee to slide;
Lean on thy Redeemer's breast;
He thy spirit safely keeps ;
Rest in him, securely rest;

Thy Watchman never sleeps. 2 Neither sin, nor earth, nor hell,

Thy Keeper can surprise ;
Careless slumbers cannot steal

On his all-seeing eyes;
He is Israel's sure Defence;
Israel all his care shall prove,
Kept by watchful Providence,

And ever-waking Love.
3 See the Lord, thy Keeper, stand

Omnipotently near;
Lo, he holds thee by thy hand,

And banishes thy fear;
He shall bless thy going out,
He shall bless thy coming in,
Kindly compass thee about,

And guard from every sin.
L. M.

570. J. NEWTON.

Trust in God.

i Be still, my heart! these anxious cares

To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
They cast dishonor on thy Lord,
And contradict his gracious word.

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