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4 Assist and teach me how to pray ;

Incline my nature to obey;
What thou abhorr'st, that let me flee,

And only love what pleases thee. 5 O may I never do my will,

But thine and only thine fulfil;
Let all my time and all my ways
Be spent and ended to thy praise.


Solomon's Prayer for Wisdom.
1 ALMIGHTY God, in humble prayer

To thee our souls we lift;
Do thou our waiting minds prepare

For thy most needful gift.
2 We ask not golden streams of wealth

Along our path to flow;
We ask not undecaying health,

Nor length of years below.
3 We ask not honors, which an hour

May bring and take away;
We ask not pleasure, pomp, and power,

Lest we should go astray.
4 We ask for wisdom :-Lord, impart

The knowledge how to live; A wise and understanding heart

To all before thee give.
5 The young remember thee in youth,

Before the evil days !
The old be guided by thy truth

In wisdom's pleasant ways!


Prayer for Divine Direction.
1 ETERNAL Source of life and light,

Supremely good and wise,
To thee we bring our grateful vows,

To thee lift up our eyes.
2 Our dark and erring minds illume

With truth's celestial rays; Inspire our hearts with sacred love,

And tune our lips to praise. 3 Safely conduct us, by thy grace,

Through life's perplexing road; And place us, when that journey's o'er,

At thy right hand, O God!


Choosing the better Part.
1 Beset with snares on every hand,

In life's uncertain path I stand :
Father divine ! diffuse thy light,

To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart,

Wisely to choose the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,

For joys that none can take away. 3 Then let the wildest storms arise ;

Let tempests mingle earth and skies;
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my treasures with me bear.

4 If thou, my Father, still be nigh,

Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in thee.



For Guidance and Protection.
1 God of our fathers! by whose hand

Thy people still are blessed,
Be with us through our pilgrimage,

Conduct us to our rest. 2 Through each perplexing path of life

Our wandering footsteps guide:
Give us each day our daily bread,

And raiment fit provide. 3 O spread thy sheltering wings around,

Till all our wanderings cease,
And at.our Father's loved abode

Our souls arrive in peace. 4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand

Our humble prayers implore;
And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God,

And portion evermore.


Aspiration after a holy Life.
1 ALMIGHTY Maker ! Lord of all!

Of life the only spring !
Creator of unnumbered worlds !

Supreme, eternal King!

2 Drive from the confines of my heart

Impenitence and pride;
Nor let me, in forbidden paths,

With thoughtless sinners glide. 3 Whate'er thine all-discerning eye

Sees for thy creature fit,
I'll bless the good, and to the ill

Contentedly submit. 4 With generous pleasure let me view

The prosperous and the great;
Malignant envy let me fly,

And odious self-conceit.
5 Let not despair, nor fell revenge,

Be to my bosom known:
Oh! give me tears for others' woes,

And patience for my own.
6 Feed me with necessary food :

I ask not wealth or fame :
Give me an eye to see thy will,

A heart to bless thy name.
7 May still my days serenely pass,

Without remorse or care;
And growing holiness my soul

For life's last hour prepare.


Living Waters. 1 BLEST Spirit ! source of grace

divine! What soul-refreshing streams are thine : O bring these healing waters nigh, Or we must droop, and fall, and die.

2 No traveller through desert lands,

'Midst scorching suns and burning sands, More eager longs for cooling rain,

Or pants the current to obtain.
3 Our longing souls aloud would sing,

Spring up, celestial fountain, spring;
To a redundant river flow,

And cheer this thirsty land below.
4 May this blest torrent near my side

Through all the desert gently glide;
Then, in Emanuel's land above,
Spread to a sea of joy and love.

411. S. M. MME. Guion.

The Water of Life.
1 THE fountain in its source,

No drought of summer fears;
The farther it pursues its course,

The nobler it appears.
2 But shallow cisterns yield

A scanty, short supply;
The morning sees them amply filled,

At evening they are dry.
3 The cisterns I forsake,

O Fount of bliss, for thee;
My thirst with living waters slake,

And drink eternity.


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