FATHER, in the name I pray,
Of thy incarnate love,
Humbly ask, that as my day,
My suffering strength may prove:
When my sorrows most increase,
Let thy strongest joys be given:
Jesus, come with my distress,
And agony is heaven.
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
For good remember me;
Me, whom thou hast caused to trust
For more than life on thee:
With me in the fire remain,
Till like burnish'd gold I shine:
Rise, through consecrated pain,
To see thy face divine.
ETERNAL beam of light divine,
Fountain of inexhausted love;
In whom the Father's glories shine, Through earth beneath, and heaven above.
2 Jesus, the weary wanderer's rest,
Give me thy easy yoke to bear;
With steadfast patience arm my breast,
With spotless love, and lowly fear.
3 Thankful, I take the cup from thee,
Prepared and mingled by thy skill:
Though bitter to the taste it be,
Powerful the wounded soul to heal.
4 Be thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh;
So shall each murmuring thought be gone;
And grief, and fear, and care shall fly,
As clouds before the mid-day sun.
5 Speak to my warring passions, Peace:
Say to my trembling heart, Be still:
Thy power my strength and fortress is,
For all things serve thy sovereign will.
6 O death! where is thy sting? Where now Thy boasted victory, O grave?
Who shall contend with God? or who
Can hurt whom God delights to save?
THOU Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace,
For thee my thirsty soul does pine;
My longing heart implores thy grace;
O make me in thy likeness shine.
2 With fraudless, even, humble mind,
Thy will in all things may I see;
In love be every wish resign'd,
And hallow'd my whole heart to thee.
3 When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails,
With lamb-like patience arm my breast:
When grief my wounded soul assails,
In lowly meekness may I rest.
4 Close by thy side still may I keep,
Howe'er life's various current flow:
With steadfast eye mark every step,
And follow thee where'er thou go.
5 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won:
Alone thou hast the wine-press trod;
In me thy strengthening grace be shown;
O may I conquer through thy blood.
6 So when on Zion thou shalt stand,
And all heaven's host adore their King,
I shall be found at thy right hand,
And free from pain thy glory sing.
O THOU, to whose all-searching sight,
The darkness shineth as the light;
Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee;
O burst these bonds, and set it free.
2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross;
Nail my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.
3 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way;
Nor foes, nor violence I fear,
Nor fraud, while thou, my God, art near.
4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe, Jesus, thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
5 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee:
O let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill.
6 If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain, shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.
COME, ye followers of the Lord,
In Jesus' service join:
Jesus gives the sacred word,
The ordinance divine:
Let us his command obey,
And ask and have whate'er we want:
Pray we, every moment pray,
And never, never faint.
Place no longer let us give
To the old Tempter's will:
Never more our duty leave,
While Satan cries, Be still:
Stand we in the ancient way,
And here with God ourselves acquaint;
Pray we, every moment pray,
And never, never faint.
Be it weariness and pain
To slothful flesh and blood:
Yet we will the cross sustain,
And bless the welcome load:
All our griefs to God display,
And humbly pour out our complaint;
Pray we, every moment pray,
And never, never faint.
And still our wants declare;
All the promises are sure
To persevering prayer:
Till we see the perfect day,
And each wakes up a spotless saint,
Pray we, every moment pray,
And never, never faint.
THE praying spirit breathe,
The watching power impart;
From all entanglements beneath,
Call off my peaceful heart:
My feeble mind sustain,
By worldly thoughts oppress'd:
Appear, and bid me turn again
To my eternal rest.
2 Swift to my rescue come:
Thy own this moment seize;
Gather my wandering spirit home,
And keep in perfect peace:
Suffer'd no more to rove,
O'er all the earth abroad,
Arrest the prisoner of thy love,
And shut me up in God.
SHEPHERD divine, our wants relieve,
In this our evil day:
To all thy tempted followers give
The power to watch and
2 Long as our fiery trials last,
Long as the cross we bear;
O let our souls on thee be cast,
In never-ceasing prayer.
3 The Spirit of interceding grace,
Give us in faith to claim;
To wrestle till we see thy face,
And know thy hidden name.
4 Till thou thy perfect love impart,
Till thou thyself bestow,
Be this the cry of every heart,
I will not let thee go:
5 I will not let thee go, unless
Thou tell thy name to me:
With all thy great salvation bless,
And make me all like thee.
6 Then let me on the mountain-top
Behold thy open face;
Where faith in sight is swallowed up,
And prayer in endless praise.
O WONDROUS power of faithful prayer!
What tongue can tell the almighty grace?
God's hands, or bound, or open are,
As Moses or Elijah prays:
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