6 Show 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.

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"And he said, I will not let thee go, except
thou bless me."

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HEPHERD divine, our wants relieve,
In this our evil day:

To all thy tempted followers give

The power to trust and pray.

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's interceding grace
Give us the faith to claim;
To wrestle till we see thy face,
And know thy hidden name.

4 Till thou the Father's 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 say, I died for thee,

403 "There I will meet with thee; and I will com- [L. M. mune with thee from above the mercy seat."

FROM every stormy wind that blows,

From every swelling tide of woes,

There is a calm, a sure retreat;

'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads—
A place than all beside more sweet,
It is the blood-stained mercy-seat.

3 There is a spot where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.

4 There, there, on eagles' wings we soar,
And time and sense seem all no more;
And heaven comes down, our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

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'Lord, teach us to pray."

PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,

Uttered or unexpressed;

The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;

The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near.

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3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try;

Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.

4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;

While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry, "Behold, he prays!"

5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air;

His watchword at the gates of death,-
He enters heaven with prayer.

6 The saints, in prayer, appear as one
In word, and deed, and mind;
While with the Father and the Son
Sweet fellowship they find.

7 Nor prayer is made by man alone;
The Holy Spirit pleads;
And Jesus on the eternal throne
For sinners intercedes.

8 0 thou, by whom we come to God, The life, the truth, the way,

The path of prayer thyself hast trod; Lord, teach us how to pray.

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PRAISE.

O be joyful in the Lord, all ye lands."

LL people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice:
Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell,
Come ye before him and rejoice.

2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed;
Without our aid he did us make:

3

We are his flock, he doth us feed,
And for his sheep he doth us take.

O enter then his gates with praise,

Approach with joy his courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless his name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

4 For why? the Lord our God is good,
His mercy is for ever sure;

His truth at all times firmly stood,

And shall from age to age endure.

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406 "O sing unto the Lord a new song: let the [5s. 6s. 5. congregation of saints praise him."

In their great Creator
Let Israel rejoice;
And children of Sion

Be glad in their King.

2 Let them his great name
Extol in their songs,

With hearts well attuned
His praises express;
Who always takes pleasure

To hear their glad tongues,
And waits with salvation

The humble to bless.

3 With glory adorned,
His people shall sing
To God, who their heads
With safety doth shield;
Such honour and triumph
His favour shall bring:
O therefore for ever
All praise to him yield!

407. “Thou, O God, art praised in Sion.”

From the lxv. Psalm.

FOR thee, O God, our constant praise

In Sion waits, thy chosen seat;

Our promised altars there we'll raise,
And all our zealous vows complete.

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