mer - cy, Lord; Before thy mer cy - seat doring,pleads thy word,And owns thy mercy sweet. A-MEN. be be. 2 My need and thy desires Are all in Christ complete; Thou hast the justice truth requires, And I thy mercy sweet. 3 Where'er thy Name is blest, Where'er thy people meet, 265 HERBERT 8s. 4. There I delight in thee to rest, 4 Light thou my weary way, Lead thou my wandering feet, That while I stay on earth I may Still find thy mercy sweet. Rev. John S. B. Monsell Rev. Richard R. Chope 1. My God, is an y hour so sweet, From blush of morn to eve-ning star, 9b4 bb4 As that which calls me to thy feet, The hour of prayer? A-MEN. 2 Blest is that tranquil hour of morn, 3 Then is my strength by thee renewed; 8: 4 No words can tell what sweet relief 5 Lord, till I reach yon blissful shore, Charlotte Elliott Thomas Hastings 266 BYEFIELD C. M. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The upward glancing of an eye 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; While angels in their songs rejoice, 5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death; He enters heaven with prayer. Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 6 0 thou, by whom we come to God, The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, 267 EVAN C. M. The Life, the Truth, the Way, The path of prayer thyself hast trod; Lord, teach us how to pray. James Montgomery Rev. William H. Havergal 2 There is an arm that never tires When human strength gives way; There is a love that never fails When earthly loves decay. 3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs; That arm upholds the sky; That ear is filled with angel songs; 182 4 But there's a power which man can When mortal aid is vain, [wield That eye, that arm, that love to reach, That listening ear to gain. Rev. James C. Wallace 270 CANONBURY L. M. Arr. from Schumann 1. We have not wings, we can not soar, But we have feet to scale and climb, 4 By slow de-grees, by more and more,The cloudy summits of our time. A-MEN. Rest-ing where our souls must cling, Trust-ing, hop-ing, Lord, we come. A-MEN. 2 Glorious hopes our spirits fill, When we feel that thou art near; Father, then our fears are still, Then the soul's bright end is clear. 3 Life's hard conflict we would win, Read the meaning of life's frown, Change the thorn-bound wreath of sin For the spirit's starry crown. 4 Make us beautiful within By thy Spirit's holy light; Rev. Francis P. Appleton |