The path of prayer thyself hast trod ;
Lord, teach us how to pray.
HYMN 114. L. M.
Worshipping Jesus.
OFT be the gently breathing notes,
That sing the Saviour's dying love ;
Soft as the ev'ning zephyr floats,
Soft as the tuneful lyres above.
2 Soft as the morning dews descend,
While the sweet lark exulting soars ;
So soft to your Almighty Friend,
Be ev'ry sigh your bosom pours:
3 Pure as the sun's enliv'ning ray,
That scatters life and joy abroad;
Pure as the lucid car of day,
That wide proclaims its Maker, God.
4 True as the magnet to the pole,
So true let your contrition be-
So true let all your sorrows roll,
To Him who bled upon the tree.
HYMN 115. C. M.
Habitual devotion.
HILST thee Iseek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes still'd;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.
2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd, To thee my thoughts would soar
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd;
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 conferr'd by thee.
4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days,
In ev'ry pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
5 When gladness wings my favor'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill:
Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r,
My soul shall meet thy will.
6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gath'ring storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart will rest on thee.
HYMN 116. C. M.
The devout request.
ATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss,
Thy sov'reign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise :
2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From ev'ry murmur free ;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.
3 "Let the sweet hope that I am thine,
My life and death attend;
Thy presence thro' my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end."
HYMN 117. C. M.
Retirement.
AR from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.
2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With pray'r and praise agree:
And seem by thy sweet bounty made,
For those who follow thee.
3 Then if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,
Oh, with what peace and joy and love,
She there communes with God!
4 There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.
HYMN 118. C. M.
Evening twilight.
LOVE to steal awhile away
From ev'ry cumb'ring care,
And spend the hours of setting day,
In humble, grateful prayer.
2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear,
And all His promises to plead,
Where none but God can hear.
3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On Him whom I adore.
4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heav'n;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driv'n.
5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.
HYMN 119. C. M.
Evening worship.
LORD, another day has flown,
And we, a lonely band,
Are met once more before thy throne,
To bless thy fost'ring hand.
2 And wilt thou bend a list'ning ear,
To praises low as ours?
Thou wilt for thou dost love to hear
The song which meekness pours.
3 And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign, As we before thee pray;
For thou didst bless the infant train,
And we are less than they.
4 0 let thy grace perform its part,
And let contention cease;
And shed abroad in every heart
Thine everlasting peace!
5 Thus chasten'd, cleans'd, entirely thine,
A flock by Jesus led;
The sun of holiness shall shine,
In glory on our head.
6 And thou wilt turn our wand'ring feet,
And thou wilt bless our way;
Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of lasting day.
HYMN 120. L. M.
Family worship.
ATHER of all, thy care we bless,
Which crownsour families with peace;
From thee they spring, and by thy hand,
They have been, and are still sustain'd.
2 To God, most worthy to be prais'd,
Be our domestic altars rais'd;
Who, Lord of heav'n, scorns not to dwell
With saints, in their obscurest cell.
3 To thee may each united house,
Morning and night present its vows;
Our servants there, and rising race,
Be taught thy precepts and thy grace.
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