The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by Thy flood,
And lost in following years.

Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

Our God, our help in ages past;
Our hope for years to come;

Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home!

Isaac Watts. 1719.

END OF PART I

PART II.

HYMNS ARRANGED ACCORDING TO THE

SUBJECTS OF THE LORD'S PRAYER.

The Book of Praise.

PART THE SECOND.

"LORD, TEACH US TO PRAY."

(Luke xi. 1.)

CLXIX.

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Utter'd, or unexpress'd;

The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burthen of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,

The upward glancing of the eye,
When none but God is near.

Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;

Prayer the sublimest strains that reach

The Majesty on high.

Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice

Returning from his ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry, Behold, he prays!

Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air;

His watchword at the gates of death;
He enters Heaven with prayer.

The saints, in prayer, appear as one
In word, and deed, and mind ;
While with the Father and the Son
Sweet fellowship they find.

Nor prayer is made by man alone :
The Holy Spirit pleads;

And Jesus, on the eternal Throne,
For mourners intercedes.

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!

James Montgomery. 1819.

I.

"OUR FATHER, WHICH ART IN HEAVEN; HALLOWED BE THY NAME."

CLXX.

PSALM LXIII.

O God, Thou art my God alone;
Early to Thee my soul shall cry;

A pilgrim in a land unknown,

A thirsty land whose springs are dry.