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CHRISTIAN! if thy graces are in exercise and thou canst taste these privileges of thy high calling;-pity, help and pray for the millions of immortal souls who yet know not the love of the Father, the grace of the Son, or the fellowship of the Spirit; but remain ignorant of the covenants of promise, without Christ, without hope, without God in this world of sin and sorrow.

PART II.

THE CHRISTIAN'S WALK WITH GOD.

1. Behold he prays. Eph. 6. 18.

PRAY

RAYER is the soul's sincere desire,
Utter'd or unexprest;

The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.

? Pray'r is the burden of a sigh,—
The falling of a tear,-
The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near.

Pray'r is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;

Pray'r the sublimest strains that reach
The majesty on high.

Pray'r is the Christian's vital breath
The Christian's native air,
His watchword at the gates of death,
He enters Heav'n with pray'r.

Pray'r is the contrite sinner's voice
Returning from his ways,

While angels on their wings rejoice
Behold, he prays!"

And say,-- 66

6 The saints in pray'r appear as one
In word and deed and mind,

When with the Father, Spirit, Son,
Sweet fellowship they find.

7 Nor Pray'r is made on earth alone,
The Holy Spirit pleads,

And Jesus on the eternal throne,
For sinners intercedes.

8 Oh thou, by whom we come to God! The Life--the Truth--the way!

The path of pray'ṛ thyself hast trod,
Lord, teach us how to pray.

2. The Christian's desire.

OH! for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly frame!
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord ?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed,
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

Return, Oh holy dove, return
Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee moura
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

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3. His recollection before prayer.

ORD thou dost search and see me thro',

Thine eye commands with piercing view

My rising and my resting hours,
My soul, my flesh and all their pow'rs.
2 My thoughts before they are my own
Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak
Ere from my op'ning lips they break.

3 Within thy circling pow'r I stand,
On every side I find thy hand,
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still by God!
4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great!
What large extent, what lofty height!
My soul with all the powers I boast
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
5 Oh may these thoughts possess my breast
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest,
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin,-for God is near.

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4. His worship.

NREAT God! let thy constraining power
To thee my wand'ring feelings draw,

And let me give this sacred hour
To humble prayer and holy awe.

And whilst the sense of conscious sin
My trembling soul with anguish shakes,
And hope thy pard'ning love to win
My fainting sinking heart forsakes.
Oh let thy grace new strength supply!
Oh breathe the thought that comfort gives !
And point to faith's uplifted eye

The Lamb that died--the God who lives!

5. His Morning Hymn.

CHRIST whose glory fills the skies,
Christ the true and only light,

Sun of righteousness, arise!
Triumph o'er the shades of night.
Day spring from on high be near!
Day star in my heart appear!
Dark and cheerless is the morn
Inaccompanied by thee,
Joyless is the day's return
Till thy mercy's beams I see.

Still thy inward light impart,
Glad mine eyes and warm my heart.
3 Visit then this soul of mine,
Chase the gloom of sin and grief,
Fill me, radiancy divine!
Scatter all my unbelief.

More and more thyself display
Shining to the perfect day."

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6. His Noonday Hymn.

ATHER of eternal grace!
Glorify thyself in me;

Meekly beaming in my face
Let the world thine image see.

2 Happy chiefly in thy love

Though poor, unfriended and unknown;
Raise my thoughts to thee above,
Stay my heart on thee alone.

3 Humble, holy, all resign'd
Unto thy will-thy will be done!
Give me, Lord, the perfect mind
Of thy well-beloved Son.

4 Counting gain and glory loss
Let me tread the steps he trod !-
Die with Jesus on the cross,
Rise with him to thee my God.

7. His Evening Hymn.

WHAT though my frail eyelids refuse
Continual watchings to keep,

And punctual as midnight renews
Demand the refreshment of sleep;
A sovereign protector I have
Unseen, yet forever at hand,
Unchangeably faithful to save,
Almighty to rule and command.

2 From evil secure and its dread
I sleep if my Saviour is nigh,

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