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4 There like the nightingale she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor thirsts for human praise. 5 Author and guardian of my life,
Sweet source of light divine ;
My Saviour, thou art mine. 6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love !
A boundless, endless store
When time shall be no more.
1 FATHER divine, thy piercing eye
Strikes through the shades of night; In deep retirement thou art nigh,
With heart-discerning sight.
My duteous homage paid,
And every evening's shade. 3 O let thine own celestial fire
The incense still inflame,
Through my Redeemer's name! 4 So shall the visits of thy love
My soul in secret bless;
Thy suppliant to confess.
“Pray without ceasing." 1 PRAYER was appointed to convey
The blessings God designs to give:
For only while they pray they live. 2 And shall we in dead silence lie,
When Christ stands waiting for our prayer? My soul, thou hast a friend on high;
Arise, and try thy interest there.
If cares distract, or fears dismay;
The remedy's before thee, pray.
Make all thy wants and wishes known;
The throne of grace.
The promise calls me near;
And waits to answer prayer.
Which sprinkled round I see,
An all-prevailing plea.
His love and power can bless;
More than they can express.
4 Thine image, Lord, bestow,
Thy presence and thy love;
And reign with thee above. 5 Teach me to live by faith,
Conform my will to thine ;
Prayer. 1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,
Utter'd or unexpress d;
That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
The Majesty on high.
Returning from his ways,
“ Behold he prays!”
In word, and deed, and mind;
Sweet fellowship they find.
The life, the truth, the way,
Confidence in the Saviour.. 1 BESET with snares on every hand,
In life's uncertain path I stand;
Saviour divine, diffuse thy light,
The pilgrim's prayer.
thou great Jehovah,
Bread of heaven,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Songs of praises
HYMN 216. Christ the Captain and Guide of his people. 1 CAPTAIN of Israel's host, and guide
Of all who seek the land above,
The cloud of thy protecting love;
Our end the glory of the Lord. 2 By thy unerring Spirit led,
We shall not in the desert stray;
Nor miss our providential way;
The Christian Israel. 1 THUS far on life's perplexing path,
Thus far, thou, Lord, our steps hast led; Snatch'd from the world's pursuing wrath,
Unharm'd though floods hung o'er our head ; Like ransom'd Israel on the shore.
Here then we pause, look back, adore. 2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,
Like all our fathers in their day, We to the land of promise go,
Lord, by thine own appointed way ; Still guide, illumine, cheer our flight,
In cloud by day, in fire by night. 3 When we have number'd all our years,
And stand at length on Jordan's brink,
O let not then the spirit sink;