5 O Lord, I need not to repeat
What I do beg and crave;
For thou dost know before I ask
The thing that I would have

6 Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask;
This is the total sum;
For mercy, Lord, is all my suit;
O, let thy mercy come.

A Prayer for Grace and Pity.

1 O THOU, whose power tremendous, Upholds the starry sky,

Thy grace preserving send us,
To thee, O Lord, we cry.

2 From wilds of fearful error,
Wherein we darkly stray,
Oppressed with doubt and terror,
For saving aid we pray.

3 O God of mercy, hear us;
Our pains, our sorrows see;
Thy healing pity spare us,
And bring us home to thee.

4 O Thou, whose power tremendous, Upholds the starry sky,

Thy grace preserving send us,
To thee, O Lord, we cry.

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1. WHAT various hinderances we meet

In coming to a mercy seat!

Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?

2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw;
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.

3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
4 Have you no words? Ah, think again;
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.

5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent
To heaven in supplication sent,

Your cheerful song would oftener be,
"Hear what the Lord has done for me."

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L. M. 61. LORD GLENELG.

A compassionate High Priest.

1 WHEN gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark and friends are few,
On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain;

He feels my griefs, he sees my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do;
Still he, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.

3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, Which covers what was once a friend, And from his hand, his voice, his smile, Divides me for a little while;

Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed, For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.

4 And, O, when I have safely passed Through every conflict but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside My bed of death, for thou hast died; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away.

Prayer amid Distractions.

1 Ан, dearest Lord! I cannot pray; My fancy is not free;

Unmannerly distractions come,

And force my thoughts from thee;
The world that looks so dull all day
Glows bright on me at prayer,
And plans that ask no thought but then,
Wake up and meet me there.

2 Had I, dear Lord, no pleasure found But in the thought of thee,

Prayer would have come unsought, and been

A truer liberty;

Yet thou art oft most present, Lord,

In weak distracted prayer;

A sinner out of heart with self
Most often finds thee there.

3 Ah, Jesus, why should I complain?
And why fear aught but sin?
Distractions are but outward things;
Thy peace dwells far within.
And prayer that humbles, sets the soul
From all illusions free,

And teaches it how utterly,

Dear Lord, it hangs on thee.

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L. M.

RIPPON'S COL.

For the Spirit.

1 AT anchor laid, remote from home,
Toiling, I cry, Sweet Spirit, come!
Celestial breeze, no longer stay,
But swell my sails, and speed my way.

2 Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, And loose my cable from below;

But I can only spread my sail;

Thou, thou must breathe the auspicious gale.

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Christ cheering the Soul.

1 CHEER up, desponding soul;
Thy longing pleased I see :
'Tis part of that great whole,
Wherewith I longed for thee!
2 Wherewith I longed for thee,
And left my Father's throne,
From death to set thee free,

And claim thee for my own.

3 To claim thee for my own,
I suffered on the cross:
O, were my love but known,
All else would be as dross!

4 All else would be as dross,

And souls, through grace divine, Would count their gains but loss, To live forever mine.

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7s. M.

CENNICK.

Christian rejoicing in Hope.

1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.