The busy tribes of flesh and blood, Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Our God, our help in ages past; Be Thou our guard while troubles last, Isaac Watts. 1719. END OF PART I The Book of Praise. PART THE SECOND. "LORD, TEACH US TO PRAY." (Luke xi. 1.) CLXIX. Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burthen of a sigh, The upward glancing of the eye, Prayer is the simplest form of speech Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, His watchword at the gates of death; The saints, in prayer, appear as one Nor prayer is made by man alone : And Jesus, on the eternal Throne, O Thou, by Whom we come to God! The path of prayer Thyself hast trod: James Montgomery. 1819. I. "OUR FATHER, WHICH ART IN HEAVEN; HALLOWED BE THY NAME." CLXX. PSALM LXIII. O God, Thou art my God alone; A pilgrim in a land unknown, A thirsty land whose springs are dry. |