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I ORD, teach us how to pray aright,
With reverence and with fear : Though dust and alhes in Thy fight,
We may, we must, draw near.
Burdened with guilt, convinced of sin,
In weakness, want, and woe, Fightings without, and fears within,
Lord, whither shall we go?
God of all grace, we come to Thee
With broken, contrite hearts; Give what Thine eye delights to see,
Truth in the inward parts.
Give deep humility; the sense
Of godly sorrow give;
To hear Thy voice and live ;
Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep,
Though mercy long delay ; Courage our fainting souls to keep,
And trust Thee, though Thou Nay.
Give these, and then Thy will be done ;
Thus, strengthened with all might, We, by Thy Spirit and Thy Son, Shall pray, and pray aright.
James Montgomery. 1803 – 1853.
THE LORD'S PRAYER.
F any be distressed, and fain would gather 1 Some comfort, let him haste unto
Who art in Heaven.
Hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done on earth.
As 't is in Heaven.
Nothing we have to use or debts to pay,
Give us this day
Our daily bread.
Forgive us our trespasses.
As we forgive.
That trespass against us ;
And lead us —
Not into temptation.
From all evil.
C OME, let us pray: 't is sweet to feel
That God himself is near ;
His mercy deigns to hear :
Come, let us pray: the burning brow,
The heart oppressed with care,
Will be relieved by prayer :
Come, let us pray : the mercy-seat
Invites the fervent prayer ;
The contrite spirit there :
THE HOUR OF PRAYER.
M Y God! is any hour so sweet,
IV From blush of morn to evening star,
The hour of prayer?
Blest is the tranquil hour of morn,
And blest that hour of solemn eve, When, on the wings of prayer upborne,
The world I leave.
Then is my strength by Thee renewed ;
Then are my sins by Thee forgiven; Then doft Thou cheer my solitude
With hopes of heaven.
No words can tell what sweet relief
There for my every want I find;
What peace of mind.
Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear;
My spirit seems in heaven to stay ;