4 Renouncing every worldly thing, Safe 'neath the covert of Thy wing, My sweetest thoughts henceforth shall be, That all I want, I find in Thee:
In Thee, my God! in Thee.
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,
The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try;
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The majesty on high.
4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air;
His watchword at the gates of death; He enters heaven by prayer.
5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry, "Behold, he prays!"
6 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.
The Throne of Grace.
COME, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer; He himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay. 2 Thou art coming to a King, Large petitions with thee bring, For his grace and power are such, None can ever ask too much. 3 Lord, I come to Thee for rest, Take possession of my breast: There Thy royal right maintain, And without a rival reign. 4 While I am a pilgrim here, Let Thy love my spirit cheer; As my guide, my guard, my friend, Lead me to my journey's end. 5 Shew me what I have to do, Every hour my strength renew; Let me live a life of faith, Let me die Thy people's death. 249.
Christ at the Door.
1 BEHOLD a stranger at the door!
He gently knocks, has knocked before: Has waited long, is waiting still;— You use no other friend so ill.
2 But will He prove a friend indeed ? He will, the very friend you need; The man of Nazareth, 'tis He, With garments dyed at Calvary. 3 Oh, lovely attitude! He stands With melting heart and open hands; Oh, matchless kindness! and He shows This matchless kindness to His foes. 4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine, Turn out His enemy and thine : Turn out that hateful monster, sin, And let the heavenly stranger in.
5 Yet know, nor of the terms complain: Where Jesus comes, He comes to reign; To reign, and with no partial sway: Thoughts must be slain that disobey.
6 Sovereign of souls! thou Prince of Peace! O may Thy gentle reign increase!
Throw wide the door, each willing mind, And be His empire all mankind!
Consolation by Christ.
1 ART thou a child of tears,
Cradled in sin and woe?
And seems it hard, thy vernal years Few vernal joys can show?
2 And fall the sounds of mirth Sad on thy lonely heart,—
From all the hopes and charms of earth Untimely called to part?
3 Look here, and hold thy peace : The Giver of all good
E'en from the womb takes no release From suffering, tears, and blood!
4 If thou would'st reap in love, First sow in holy fear :
So life a winter's morn may prove, To a bright endless year.
The God of our Fathers.
GOD of Jacob, by whose hand Thy people still are fed;
Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led!
2 Our vows, our prayers we now present Before Thy throne of grace;
God of our fathers! be the God Of their succeeding race.
3 Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us this day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide.
4 O spread Thy covering wings around Till all our wanderings cease;
And at our Father's loved abode, Our souls arrive in peace.
5 Such blessings from Thy gracious hand, Our humble prayers implore; And Thou shalt be our chosen God, And portion evermore.
252. A New Heart.
for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free;
A heart that's sprinkled with the blood So freely shed for me!
2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My dear Redeemer's throne; Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone.
3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither death nor life can part From Him that dwells within.
4 A heart in every thought renewed, And filled with love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good; A copy, Lord, of Thine.
5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart : Come quickly from above:
Write Thy new name upon my heart Thy new, best name of Love.
253. "I am Thy Servant."
NOT to fill the mouth of fame My longing soul is stirred :
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