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Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there inquire thy will. 4 When troubles rise and storms appear, There may
his children hide ; God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.
MONTGOMERY. What is Prayer ? 1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed; The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh;
The falling of a tear;
When none but God is near.
That infant lips can try ;
The majesty on high.
The Christian's native air;
He enters heaven with prayer.
Returning from his ways;
And cry, “Behold he prays !
In word, and deed, and mind;
Sweet fellowship they find.
The life, the truth, the way,
Lord, teach us how to pray.
A Child's Prayer.
How should a thing like me
Dare to pronounce thy holy name,
Or bow to thee the knee?
How dust and soul combine,
And how can I know thine ? 2 I only know that I was made
Thy purpose to fulfil,
And do thy holy will.
For this, my dwelling place,
For gospel of thy grace. 3 Direct my soul to search and know
What Jesus did for me,
With thankfulness to thee.
And dust to dust declines,
Where thy own glory shines.
My little kinsfolk too,
When they before thee bow.
With fervour that exceeds,
And double on their heads.
80. C. M. ANONYMOUS.
A Child's Prayer.
In sin's dark path to stray,
In wisdom's pleasant way.
I never can foretell;
I know that all is well.
For me may be in store,
And I would ask no more.
I will for heaven prepare ;
To be for ever there.
81. L. M. ANONYMOUS.
Sunday Morning. For a Child. 1 CALLED by the Sabbath bells away,
Unto thy holy temple, Lord,
To praise thy name, and hear thy word. 2 O sacred day of peace and joy,
Thy hours are ever dear to me;
The holy calm I find in thee.
For God has given them in his love,
ANONYMOUS. Sunday Evening. For a Child. 1 AGAIN we've seen the Sabbath day,
And heard of Jesus and of heaven;
That this day's sins may be forgiven. 2 May all we heard and understood
Be well remembered through the week,
And help to make us wise and good,
The Orphan's Hymn.
A place for calm repose ?
Pity the orphan's woes!
What friend to trust but thee?
My God, remember me !
And bid my trouble cease ;
Pure mercy, grace, and peace.
But he that secret knows;
Pity the orphan's woes.
Health, Sickness, and Recovery. - Ps. 30. 1 Firm was my health, my day was bright,
And I presumed 't would ne'er be night;
• Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart.' 2 But I forgot thine arm was strong,
Which made my mountain stand so long ;
My health was gone, my comforts died. 3 Hear me, O God of grace,' I said,
And bring me from among the dead ; Thy word rebuked the pains 1 felt,
Thy pardoning love removed my guilt. 4 My groans, and tears, and forms of wo,
Are turned to joy and praises now;
And ease and gladness gird me rounda 5 My tongue, the glory of my frame,
Shall ne'er be silent of thy name;
Thy praise shall sound through earth and heaven, For sickness healed and sins forgiven. 85. C. M.
He bowed to hear my cry;
And brought salvation nigh.
And taught my cheerful tongue
In a new thankful song.
Thy mercies, Lord, how great!
Their numbers to repeat.
And light and peace depart,
And bears me on his heart.
1 God of my life, thy constant care
With blessings crowns each opening year;
And wake anew mine annual song. 2 How many precious souls are fled
To the vast regions of the dead,
Through his last yearly period run! 3 We yet survive; but who can say,
Or through the year, or month, or day,
Thus far at least in league with death?' 4 That breath is thine, Eternal God;
'Tis thine to fix my soul's abode;
On earth, or in the world unknown. 5 To thee our spirits we resign ;
Make them and own them still as thine ;