I give myself unto prayer. Ps. cix. 4.
1 JESUS, my pattern and my guide,
Let me at thy dear feet abide,
And on thee cast my ev'ry care,
And daily give myself to prayer.
2 While I'm a sojourner below,
Where, dearest Lord, where can I go,
But to thy throne, and worship there,
And daily give myself to prayer?
3 Yes, at thy footstool, Lord, I'll wait,
And tell thee all my mournful state;
My sins, and wants, and fears declare,
And daily give myself to prayer.
4 Though Satan rages at my soul,
And thund'ring tempests o'er me roll,
To seek thee, Lord, I can't forbear,
But still I give myself to prayer.
5 Still, in the strength of sovereign grace,
I'll wait and seek my Saviour's face;
Soon I a glorious crown shall share-
Till then I'll give myself to prayer.
278. 7. 6. Miss. Hymn.
Confidence in God. Mal. iv. 2.
1 SOMETIMES a light surprises
The Christian while he sings.
It is the Sun that rises
With healing in his wings.
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining
To cheer it after rain.
2 In holy contemplation
We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new:
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say
Let the unknown to-morrow
Bring with it what it may.
3 It can bring with it nothing,
But he will bear us through;
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe his people too.
Beneath the spreading heavens
No creature but is fed;
And he who feeds the ravens
Will give his children bread.
4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither
Their wonted fruit should bear,
Though all the fields should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice,
For while in him confiding
I cannot but rejoice.
1 WHEN, on Sinai's top, I see
God descend in majesty,
To proclaim his holy law,
All my spirit sinks with awe.
2 When, in ecstacy sublime,
Tabor's glorious height I climb,
In the too transporting light
Darkness rushes o'er my sight.
3 When on Calvary I rest,
God, in flesh made manifest,
Shines in my Redeemer's face,
Full of beauty, truth, and grace.
4 Here I would forever stay-
Weep and gaze my soul away;
Thou art heav'n and earth to me,
Lovely, mournful Calvary.
280. S. M.
Trembling saints.
1 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love divine
Bid every string awake.
2 Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above
We every moment come.
3 His grace will to the end
Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the love divine.
4 Fasten'd within the vail,
Hope be our anchor strong-
His loving Spirit the sweet gale
That wafts us smooth along.
5 The people of his choice
He will not cast away;
Yet do not always here expect
On Tabor's mount to stay.
The time of love will come;
Then we shall clearly see,
Not only that he shed his blood,
But each shall say, FOR ME."
Backslider praying for pardon. Luke xxii. 61.
1 DEAR Lord, I see in Peter's case
So much that's like my own,
That I, without thy look of
For ever am undone.
2 But, O, to Peter thou didst turn,
And on him kindly look!
Then he before the Lord did mourn,
And then his heart was broke.
3 Lord, from the love thou didst display
In setting Peter free,
I am encouraged now to pray,
O turn and look on me.
4 Nothing but one kind look of thine
Can heal or set me free:
O bless me with this beam divine,
And turn and look on me.
5 Then, while below, and when above,
This my sweet song shall be,
Praise, O my soul, his name, his love,
Who turn'd and look'd on thee."
1 BRETHREN, while we sojourn here,
Fight we must, but should not fear
Foes we have, but we've a friend,
One that loves us to the end.
Forward, then, with courage go-
Long we shall not dwell below;
Soon the joyful news will come,
"Child, your Father calls, come home."
2 In our way a thousand snares
Lie to take us unawares;
Satan, with malicious art,
Watches each unguarded heart:
But, from Satan's malice free,
Saints shall soon in glory be;
Soon the joyful news will come,
"Child, your Father calls, come home."
3 But, of all the foes we meet,
None so oft mislead our feet,
None betray us into sin,
Like the foes that dwell within.
Yet let nothing spoil your peace-
Christ shall also conquer these;
Then the joyful news will come,
'Child, your Father calls, come home."
283. 11. 5. 11.
The saint's sweet home.
1 'MID scenes of confusion and creature complaints, How sweet to my soul is communion with saints! To find at the banquet of mercy there 's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home!
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
Receive me, dear Saviour, in glory, my home. 2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace! And thrice-precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease!
Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold thee in glory, at home.
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