402. 8 & 7s. M. Prayer for Light. TOPLADY 1 LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling 403. 6 & 4s. M. (Peculiar.) 1 LOWLY and solemn be A hymn of suppliant breath, 2 O Father, in that hour When earth all helping power HEMANS. When spear, and shield, and crown, Sustain us, thou! 3 By him who bowed to take 4 While trembling o'er the grave, 404. Hear, hear our suppliant breath; C. M. Prayer for Wisdom. MONTGOMERY. 1 ALMIGHTY God, in humble prayer To thee our souls we lift; Do thou our waiting minds prepare 2 We ask not golden streams of wealth We ask not undecaying health, 3 We ask not honors which an hour We ask not pleasure, pomp, and power, 4 We ask for wisdom: Lord, impart 5 The young remember thee in youth, The old be guided by thy truth In wisdom's pleasant ways! 405. C. M. WESLEYAN. For Purity of Heart. 1 O, FOR a heart to praise my God, 2 O, for a humble, contrite heart, Which neither life nor death can part Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 4 Thy temper, gracious Lord, impart ; O, write thy name upon my heart; Prayer for Self-consecration. 1 O GOD, my strength, my hope, With humble confidence look up, 2 O, for a godly fear, A quick-discerning eye, C. WESLEY. That looks to thee when sin is near, 3 A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, 4 Lord, let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, 407. Till thou my patient spirit guide C. M. Prayer for Supplies of Grace. C. WESLEY. 1 THOU Fount of blessing, God of love, Thine all-sustaining power we prove, 2 Thine, wholly thine, we long to be; Made, and preserved, and saved, by thee, 4 For more we ask; we open, Lord, 408. C. M. The Influence of habitual Piety. EXETER COLL. 1 BLEST is the man who fears the Lord! His well established mind, In every varying scene of life, Shall true composure find. 2 Oft through the deep and stormy sea But on a glorious world beyond 3 Though dark his present prospects be, Yet hope can whisper to his soul, That all shall issue well. 4 Full in the presence of his God, 409. C. M. "Trust ye in the Lord." ANONYMOUS. 1 WHEN grief and anguish press me down, I cling, O Father, to thy throne, 2 When clouds of dark temptation rise, To thee for aid I turn my eyes, 3 When death invades my peaceful home, The sundered ties shall be A closer bond, in time to come, To bind my heart to thee. 4 Lord, "Not my will but thine be done!" My soul from fear set free, Her faith shall anchor at thy throne, Confidence in God. 1 SOON as I heard my Father say, WATTS. |