HYMN 216—C. M.

PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpress'd;

The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In prayer on earth the saints are one,
In word, in deed, in mind;
When with the Father and the Son
Sweet fellowship they find.

Nor prayer is made on earth alone;
The Holy Spirit pleads;

And Jesus, on the eternal throne,
For sinners intercedes.

O 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!

HYMN 217-12's and 11's.

How painfully pleasing the fond recollec

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Of youthful connexions and innocent joy, When bless'd with parental advice and affection,

Surrounded with mercies-with peace from on high!

I still view the chairs of my father and mother,

The seats of their offspring as ranged on each hand;

And that richest of books, which excell'd ev'ry other,

The Family Bible, which lay on the stand: The old-fashion'd Bible, the dear blessed Bible,

The Family Bible that lay on the stand,

That Bible, the volume of God's inspiration, At morn and at evening could yield us delight,

And the prayer of our sire was a sweet invocation

For mercy by day and for safety thro' night: Our hymn of thanksgiving with harmony swelling,

All warm from the hearts of the family band, Has raised us from earth to that rapturous dwelling

Described in the Bible that lay on the stand: The old-fashion'd Bible, the dear blessed Bible,

The Family Bible which lay on the stand.

Ye scenes of tranquillity, long have we parted,

My hopes almost gone, and my parents no

more;

In sorrow and sadness I live broken-hearted, And wander unknown on a far distant shore; Yet how can I doubt a dear Saviour's protection,

Forgetful of gifts from his bountiful hand? O let me with patience receive his correction,

And think of the Bible that lay on the stand: The old-fashion'd Bible, the dear blessed Bible,

The Family Bible, that lay on the stand.

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And did the holy and the just,
Arm of the Lord, awake! awake!
Attend, ye children of your God,

AGAIN the Lord of life and light, All other sounds discordant seem, Among the mountain trees,

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Awake, my soul! stretch ev'ry nerve,
Awake, my soul! in joyful lays,
Awake, my soul! thy tribute bring,
BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form,
Blest is the man whose heart expands,
Bright and joyful was the morn,
Broad is the road that leads to death,
But who shall see the glorious day,
By faith in Christ I walk with God,

CHRISTIANS keep your armor bright,
Come, let our hearts and voices join,
Come, dear friends, we are all brethren,
Come, let us anew,

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Come, Christian Brethren, ere we part,
Come, let us join, with one accord,
Come in, ye blessed of the Lord,

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Come, children of Zion, and help us to sing,

Come, you weary sinners, come,

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish,

Come, you poor and thirsty sinner,

DAUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sadness,

Dear brethren, come, draw near to God,
Delay not, delay not, O sinner draw near,
Didst thou, Lord Jesus, suffer shame,

ETERNAL Source of every joy,
Eternity is just at hand,
Eternal wisdom, thee we praise,
FATHER of mercies, God of love,
Father of all, we bow to thee,
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss,
Father of all, thy care we bless,
Father, is not thy promise pledged,
Firm as the earth thy gospel stands,
From Olivet's sequestered seats,
From every stormy wind that blows,
GIVE thanks to God, invoke his name,
Glory to thee, my God, this night,
Go with thy servant, Lord,

Go, and the Saviour's grace proclaim,
God from the dead has raised his Son,
God with us! O glorious name,
God, in the gospel of his Son,
God struck the first-born dead,
Great God, the nations of the earth,
Great God, to thee my evening song,
Great God, where'er we pitch our tent,
Great God, we sing thy mighty hand,
Great God, thy penetrating eye,
Great God, this sacred day of thine,
Guide me, O thou great Messiah.

HAD I ten thousand gifts beside.
Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,
Hail the day that saw him rise.
Hail, thou long expected Jesus,

Happy the city, where their sons,

Hear, O sinner, mercy hails you,

Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims,

Hosanna to King David's, Son,
Hosanna to the Church's Head,
Hosanna, with a cheerful sound,
How beauteous are their feet,
How charming is the place,
How happy are the souls above,
How honored is this place,