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How should I ask in vain ?

Seek, and not find thee, Lord ?
Knock, and yet no admittance gain ?

Is it not in thy word ?
Time, ruin, change, decay,

The lines can never blot;
Though heaven and earth shall pass away,

Thy Word, O God! shall not.

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TOME, my soul, thy suit prepare :

Jesus loves to answer prayer.
He himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.
Thou art coming to a King:
Large petitions with thee bring;
For his grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.


burden I begin; Lord, remove this load of sin : Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, Set my

conscience free from guilt. Lord, I come to thee for rest : Take possession of my breast; There thy blood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reign. 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.


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.




HAT various hindrances we meet

In coming to a mercy-seat! Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, But wishes to be often there? Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw; Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw; Gives exercise to faith and love; Brings every blessing from above. Restraining prayer, we cease to fight : Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright; And Satan trembles, when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. While Moses stood with arms spread wide, Success was found on Israel's side; But when, thro' weariness, they fail'd, That moment Amalek prevail'd. Have you no words ? ah! think again : Words flow apace when you complain, And fill your fellow-creature's ear With the sad tale of all your care. Were half the breath thus vainly spent, To heaven in supplication sent, Your cheerful song would oftener be: Hear what the Lord hath done for me.


POOR heart, lament,

For since thy God refuseth still, There is some rub, some discontent,

Which cools his will.

Thy Father could
Quickly effect, what thou dost move;
For he is Power : and sure he would ;

For he is Love.

Go search this thing,
Tumble thy breast, and turn thy book :
If thou hadst lost a glove or ring,

Wouldst not thou look ?

What do I see
Written above there? Yesterday
I did behave me carelessly,

When I did pray.

And should God's care
To such indifferents chained be,
Who do not their own motions hear ?

Is God less free?

But stay! what's there?
Late when I would have something done,
I had a motion to forbear,

Yet I went on.

And should God's care,
Which needs not man, be tyed to those
Who hear not him, but quickly hear

His utter foes ?

Then once more pray: Down with thy knees, up with thy voice : Seek pardon first, and God will say,

Glad heart rejoice.


O when the morning shineth,

Go when the eve declineth,

Go in the hush of night;
Go with pure mind and feeling,

And in thy chamber kneeling,

Do thou in secret pray.
Remember all who love thee,

All who are loved by thee,
Pray too for those who hate thee,

If any such there be;
Then for thyself in meekness

A blessing humbly claim,
And link with each petition

Thy great Redeemer's name.
But if 'tis e'er denied thee

In solitude to pray,
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee

When friends are round thy way;
E'en then the silent breathing,

The spirit raised above,
Will reach the throne of glory,

Of mercy, truth, and love.
Whene'er thou pinest in sadness,

Before his footstool fall;
Remember in thy gladness

His love who gave thee all.
Oh! not a joy or blessing

With this we can compare,
The power that has been given us

To pour our souls in prayer.


N the Lord thy burden cast,

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Make it to the Saviour known,
Trust in him, and him alone.
Be thy troubles great or small,
Few or many, bring them all;
Bring the whole to Him who bears
All his people's griefs and cares.
In the time of deep distress,
When thy troubles sorely press,
Thou art tempted then to think
That the Lord will let thee sink.
Think it not—this cannot be,
Stand thou still, O man, and see
God's salvation, come it will,
Trust in him, and be thou still.
Painful it may be to wait,
But it cannot come too late;
God's appointed time is best,
They who wait for him are blest.
“Hope deferr'd” is grief and pain,
But the end is solid gain;
When it comes, 0 man, to thee,

“ As a tree of life" 'twill be. 84

FT when of God we ask

For fuller, happier life,
He sets us some new task

Involving care and strife :
Is this the boon for which we sought?
Has prayer new trouble on us brought?


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