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2 Thy rich and glorious grace
Gird all our struggling days

With holy power;
That so Thy Spirit's might,
Filling our souls with light,
May lift to cloudless height

Each o'ercast hour.

4 We with all saints would know
The utmost Thou wouldst show

In Christ our Lord:
All lower longings stilled,
From Him would we be filled
Full as Thy grace hath willed,

Fullness of God.

3 In us may faith enshrine
Thy Christ—His Cross our sign,

His love our root;
That power to apprehend
The love which knows no end
From strength to strength may tend

With holy fruit.

5 To Thee, Who more canst bless
Than prayers or thoughts express

With powers divine,
Thy Church in Christ doth raise
Her filial hymn of praise:
Through everlasting days
All glory Thine. Amen.

James Morris WHITON

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(May be sung to Langran, No. 154, or Dalkeith, No. 543)

2 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of truth;

Unhelped by Thee, in error's maze we grope, While passion stains, and folly dims our youth,

And age comes on, uncheered by faith and hope.

3 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of right;

Blindly we stumble when we walk alone, Involved in shadows of a darksome night,

Only with Thee we journey safely on.

4 Lead us, O Father, to Thy heavenly rest,

However rough and steep the path may be, Through joy or sorrow, as Thou deemest best, Until our lives are perfected in Thee. Amen.

WILLIAM H. BURLEIGH

443 AMSTERDAM 75 & 6s. D.

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2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun,

Both speed them to their source: So a soul, that's born of God,

Pants to view His glorious face, Upward tends to His abode,

To rest in His embrace.

3 Cease, my soul, oh, cease to mourn!

Press onward to the prize;
Soon thy Saviour will return,

To take thee to the skies:
There is everlasting peace,

Rest, enduring rest, in heaven;
There will sorrow ever cease,
And crowns of joy be given. Amen.

ROBERT SEAGRAVE, V. 3 ale,

444 Tune-AMSTERDAM

1 Open, Lord, my inward ear,

Thine in Whom I live and move,
And bid my heart rejoice,

Thine the work, the praise is Thine; Bid my quiet spirit hear

Thou art wisdom, power and love, Thy comfortable voice.

And all Thou art is mine. Never in the whirlwind found,

Or where earthquakes rock the place; 3 From the world of sin and noise
Still and silent is the sound,

And hurry I withdraw;
The whisper of Thy grace.

For the small and inward voice

I wait with humble awe: 2 Lord, my time is in Thy hand,

Silent am I now and still,
My soul to Thee convert;

Dare not in Thy presence move;
Thou canst make me understand, To my waiting soul reveal
Though I am slow of heart.

The secret of Thy love. Amen.

CHARLES WESLEY

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2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,

4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice The falling of a tear,

Returning from his ways, The upward glancing of an eye

While angels in their songs rejoice, When none but God is near.

And cry, “ Behold, he prays.” 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, That infant lips can try;

The Christian's native air, Prayer the sublimest strains that reach His watchword at the gates of death; The Majesty on high.

He enters heaven with prayer.
6 O Thou, by Whom we come to God,

The Life, the Truth, the Way,
The path of prayer Thyself hast trod;
Lord, teach us how to pray.

Amen.

JAMES MONTGOMERY

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2 Lord, we have wandered forth through doubt and sorrow,

And Thou hast made each step an onward one; And we will ever trust each unknown morrow;

Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done.

3 In the heart's depths, a peace serene and holy

Abides; and, when pain seems to have her will, Or we despair, oh! may that peace rise slowly,

Stronger than agony, and we be still.

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