The Lord is still the same, Thy heart and voice prepare ; In his most holy Name Draw near, my soul, in prayer. Thou shalt not pray in vain, But, ere thou dost implore And thank him for his love; For all that he has done, For all that he has given, But chiefly for his Son, And count it not a task In sickness and in health, So in the solemn hour, Though weeping they shall bear H THE IMPERFECTION OF OUR PRAYERS. "We know not how to pray as we ought." O God, we are so weak, Fulfil, then, gracious Lord, But two or three shall meet In thy communion sweet, Thou wilt be there. THE BLESSED OF THE LORD. "Come unto me, all ye that are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." It was not those who pressed And jostled round the Lord, who loved him best; Were heard to sound his praise with voices loud; Many, though sound in limb, were sick in mind; And some in silent sorrow shed the tear: Think you, they were unblest? O no! He gave them rest. |