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2. So, when the transient storm is past,
The sudden gloom and driving shower,
The loveliest is the evening hour.
A stranger to myself and Thee;
Forgetful of my highest love.
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
And let my God, my Saviour, go ? 3. Call me away from flesh and sense ;
One sovereign word can draw me thence;
And all inferior joys resign.
Let noise and vanity be gone:
Who didst between the cherubs dwell,
Safe through the desert and the deep :2. Thy church is in the desert now;
Shine from on high and guide us through;
We shall be saved, and sigh no more.
How long shall we lament and pray,
4. Instead of wine and cheerful bread,
Thy saints with their own tears are fed ;
A hearty welcome here receive;
The joys which only He can give.
Send His good Spirit from above;
And cause our hearts to burn with love. 3. Forgotten be each worldly theme,
When Christians meet together thus;
Who lived, and died, and reigns for us. 4. We'll talk of all He did, and said,
And suffered for us here below;
And what He's doing for us now. 5. Thus—as the moments pass away —
We'll love, and wonder, and adore;
When we shall meet to part no more.
1. What various hind’rances we meet
In coming to a mercy-seat !
But wishes to be often there? 2. Prayer makes the darkened clouds withdraw;
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
3. Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright;
The weakest saint upon his knees.
Words flow apace when you complain;
With the sad tale of all your care.
To heaven in supplication sent,
Doxology. L. M.
The Father and the Son to know,
Of Both th' eternal Spirit blest. 2. All glory while the ages run
Be to the Father, and the Son
vain wishes still’d;
With better hopes be fill’d.
To Thee my thoughts would soar;
That mercy I adore.
Thy ruling hand I see!
Because conferred by Thee.
4. In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
Or seek relief in prayer..
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
My soul shall meet Thy will. 6. My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see;
MRS. H. M. WILLIAMS.
Thy people still are fed ;
Hast all our fathers led !
2. Our vows, our prayers we now present
Before Thy throne of grace:
Of their succeeding race.
Our wandering footsteps guide;
And raiment fit provide.
Till all our wanderings cease,
Our souls arrive in peace.
Our humble prayers implore;
And portion evermore.
Which Thou hast kindly given
And tread the path to heaven.
My sober thoughts begin,
But vanity and sin.
Are calmed to sweetest rest;
The tumult of my breast.
I walk with God alone;
I call them all my own.
The trifles of a day-
That never fade away.
1. Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
Bids thee ask Him-waits to hear.
Lord, remove this load of sin!
Set my conscience free from guilt!
Take possession of my breast;