1 LORD, how shall wretched sinners dare
Look up to thy divine abode, Or offer their imperfect prayer Before a just and holy God?
2 Bright terrors guard thine awful seat, And dazzling glories vail thy face; Yet mercy calls us to thy feet:
Thy throne is still a throne of grace. 3 Oh! may our souls thy grace adore; May Jesus plead our humble claim, While thy protection we implore, In his prevailing, glorious name. 4 Let past experience of thy care Support our hope-our trust invite; Again attend our humble prayer ;- Let mercy still be thy delight.
1 OUR heavenly Father, hear
The prayer we offer now;
Thy name be hallowed far and near, To thee all nations bow!
2 Thy kingdom come-thy will On earth be done in love, As saints and seraphim fulfil Thy perfect law above! 3 Our daily bread supply,
While by thy word we live; The guilt of our iniquity Forgive-as we forgive.
4 From dark temptation's power, From Satan's wiles defend;
Deliver in the evil hour,
And guide us to the end.
mf 5 Thine shall forever be
Glory and power divine;
The sceptre, throne, and majesty Of heaven and earth are thine.
mp 6 Thus humbly taught to pray By thy beloved Son,
Through him we come to thee, and say, 'All for his sake be done!'
1 OUR Father who in heaven art! All hallowed be thy naine;
Thy kingdom come-thy will be done, Throughout this earthly frame,—
2 As cheerfully as 'tis by those Who dwell with thee on high Lord, let thy bounty, day by day Our daily food supply.
3 As we forgive our enemies, Thy pardon, Lord, we crave; Into temptation lead us not, But us from evil save.
mf 4 For kingdom, power, and glory, all Belong, O Lord, to thee;
Thine from eternity they were, And thine shall ever be.
6s & 5s. Portuguese Hymn. Lyons.
1 OUR Father in heaven, We hallow thy name! May thy kingdom holy On earth be the same! Oh give to us daily
Our portion of bread; It is from thy bounty That all must be fed.
2 Forgive our transgressions, And teach us to know That humble compassion Which pardons each foe: Keep us from temptation, From weakness and sin, And thine be the glory Forever-Amen.
Retirement and Meditation.
1 FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war.
P2 The calm retreat-the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree;
And seem, by thy sweet bounty, made For those who follow thee.
3 There, if the Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode,
Oh! with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God!
4 Author and guardian of my life, Sweet source of light divine, And-all harmonious names in one- My SAVIOUR-thou art mine!
mf 5 What thanks I owe thee! and what love! A boundless, endless store!
Thy praise shall sound through realms above, When time shall be no more.
1 MY God, permit me not to be A stranger to myself and thee; Amid a thousand thoughts I rove, Forgetful of my highest love.
2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour, go?
3 Call me away from earth and sense; Thy sovereign word can draw me thence; I would obey the voice divine, And all inferior joys resign.
4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn; Let noise and vanity be gone;
In secret silence of the mind,
My heaven-and there my God I find.
1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power! Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed; To thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed; That mercy I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul most dear, Because conferred by thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
5 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will.
6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart will rest on thee.
S. M. Hudson. Little Marlboro'.
1 OUR heavenly Father's eye Sees through the darkest night; In deep retirement he is nigh, With heart-discerning sight.
2 Then let that eye survey
Our duteous homage paid, With every morning's dawning ray, And every evening's shade.
3 O God! may heavenly fire The incense still inflame; While grateful vows to thee aspire, Through my Redeemer's name.
4 Oh warm my heart with love, My soul in secret bless;
So shalt thou deign, in worlds above, Thy suppliant to confess.
Desiring the Presence of God.
1 MY God, I bow before thy feet; When shall my soul approach thy seat? When shall I see thy glorious face With mingled majesty and grace? 2 How should I love thee, and adore, With hopes and joys unknown before! And bid this triffing world be gone, Nor tease my heart so near thy throne.
3 My soul should pour out all her cares In flowing words, or flowing tears ; Thy smiles would ease my sharpest pain, Nor should I seek my God in vain.
1 ETERNAL Sun of Righteousness, Display thy beams divine, And cause the glory of thy face On all our hearts to shine!
2 Light in thy light, oh may we see, Thy grace and mercy prove! Revived, and cheered, and blest by thee, Thou God of pardoning love!
C. M. St. Martin's. Stephens. 1 SHINE on our souls, eternal God, With rays of mercy shine: Oh let thy favor crown our days, And all their round be thine.
2 With thee let every week begin; With thee each day be spent; To thee each fleeting hour be given, Since each by thee is lent.
3 Thus cheer us through this desert road, Till all our labors cease;
Till heaven refresh our weary souls With everlasting peace.
God's Presence a Comfort in Life.
1 OH happy they who know the Lord, With whom he deigns to dwell! He feeds and cheers them by his word; His arm supports them well.
2 To them, in each distressing hour,[1 His throne of grace is near;
And when they plead his love and power, He stands engaged to hear.
3 His presence cheers us in our cares, And makes our burdens light; i His gracious word dispels our fears, And gilds the gloom of night.
4 Let us enjoy, and highly prize These tokens of thy love;
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