S. M.

542.

MONTGOMERY.

The Lord's Prayer.

1 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 seraphim fulfil
Thy perfect law above.

3 Our daily bread supply,
While by thy word we live;
The guilt of our iniquity
Forgive as we forgive.

4

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.

543.

MORAVIAN.

"He will be our guide even unto death."

1 O 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 my 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; Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease, Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.

L. M.

544.

MRS. STEELE.

Religion the only Comforter.

1 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.

7 & 6s. M.

545.

MONTGOMERY.

In Time of Tribulation. Psalm 77.

1 IN time of tribulation,

Hear, Lord, our earnest cries;
With humble supplication
To thee the spirit flies.

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.

546.

Submission.

Beddome.

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.

Prayer for Prudence and Wisdom.

1 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.

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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.

548.

BOOK OF HYMNS.

1

Why art thou cast down, my Soul?

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.