3 And since, by passion's force subdu’d,

Too oft with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,

And grasp the specious ill;
4 Not what we wish, but what we want,

still supply;
The good, unask'd, let mercy grant,

The ill, though ask'd, deny.

Let mercy

407.
L.M.- For entire Subjection to the Will of God.
1 O THOU! who hast at thy command

The hearts of all men in thy hand!
Our wayward, erring hearts incline,

To have no other will but thine. 2 Our wishes, our desires, control;

Mould every purpose of the soul:
O'er all may we victorious be,

That stands between ourselves and thee. 3 Twice blest will all our blessings be,

When we can look through them to thee; When each glad heart its tribute pays,

Of love, and gratitude, and praise.
4 Still make us, when temptation's near,

As our worst foe ourselves to fear;
And each vain-glorious thought to quell;

Teach us how Peter vow'd and fell. 5 Yet may we, feeble, weak, and frail,

Against our mightiest foes prevail;
Thy word our safety from alarm,

Our strength thine everlasting arm. 6 And while we to thy glory live,

May we to thee all glory give,
Until the joyful summons come,
That calls thy willing servants home.

408. L.M.-Christ our Erample in Prayer. 1 WHEN Jesus dwelt in feeble clay,

Prayer was his solace and delight; 'Twas thus he spent the busy day,

And still employ'd the silent night. 2 Oppress’d with sorrows, not his own,

But laden with our guilt and grief,
He bow'd before his Father's throne,

And there he sought and found relief. 3 Each fleeting hour he pass'd away

In sweet communion with his God; Oh! let us learn of him to pray,

And tread the path which Jesus trod.

409.

C.M.- What is Prayer ?
1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,

Utter'd or unexpress’d;
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.
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 Christian's vital breath,

The Christian's native air;
His watch-word at the gates of death;

He enters heaven with prayer.
5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice,

And cry, “ Behold he prays."

6 The saints in prayer appear as one,

In word, and deed, and mind, When with the Father and his Son

Sweet fellowship they find.
7 Nor prayer is made on earth alone;

The Holy Spirit pleads,
And Jesus on the eternal throne

For mourners intercedes.
8 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.

410.

L.M.- The House of Prayer.
1 THY mansion is the Christian's heart,

O Lord, thy dwelling-place secure!
Bid the unruly throng depart,

And leave the consecrated door. 2 Devoted as it is to thee,

A thievish swarm frequents the place; They steal away my joys from me,

And rob my Saviour of his praise. 3 There too a sharp designing trade,

Sin, Satan, and the world maintain;
Nor cease to press me and persuade

To part with ease and purchase pain. 4 I know them, and I hate their din,

Am weary of the bustling crowd;
And while their voice is heard within,

I cannot serve thee as I would.
5 Oh! for the joy thy presence gives,

What peace shall reign when thou art here!
Thy presence makes this den of thieves
À calm delightful house of

prayer.

6 And if thou make thy temple shine,

Yet, self-abas’d will I adore;
The gold and silver are not mine,
I give thee what was thine before.

411.

L.M.- Erhortation to Prayer.
1 WHAT various hindrances we meet

In coming to a mercy seat!
Yet who that knows the worth of

prayer, But wishes to be often there. 2 Prayer makes the darken’d cloud withdraw;

Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw;
Gives exercise to faith and love;

Brings every blessing from above.
3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;

Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright; And Satan trembles when he sees

The weakest saint upon his knees. 4 While Moses stood with arms spread wide,

Success was found on Israel's side;
But when, through weariness, they fail’d,

That moment Amalek prevail'd.
5 Have you no words? ah! think again,

Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creatures' ear

With the sad tale of all your care.
6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent,

To heaven in supplication sent,
Your cheerful song would oftener be,
"Hear what the Lord has done for me.'

412.
L.M.- Exhortation to praise Jehovah. Ps. cxiii.
1 SERVANTS of God, in joyful lays,

Sing ye the Lord Jehovah's praise;
His glorious name let all adore
From age to age for evermore.

2 Blest be that name, supremely blest,

From the sun's rising to its rest;
Above the heavens his power is known,

Through all the earth his goodness shown. 3 Who is like God?—so great, so high,

He bows himself to view the sky,
And yet, with condescending grace,

Looks down upon the human race. 4 He hears the uncomplaining moan

Of those who sit and weep alone;
He lifts the mourner from the dust,

And saves the poor in him that trust. 5 Servants of God, in joyful lays

Sing ye the Lord Jehovah's praise;
His saving name let all adore,
From age to age

for evermore.

413.
P.M.– Thanksgiving and Praise.
1 MY soul praise the Lord,

Speak good of his name!
His mercies record,

His bounties proclaim;
To God, their Creator,

Let all creatures raise
The song of thanksgiving,

The chorus of praise.
2 Though hid from man's sight,

God sits on his throne,
Yet here, by his works,

Their Author is known;
The world shines a mirror

Its Maker to show,
And heaven views its image

Reflected below.