Look not upon my sins, but look upon Jesus my Saviour. Pity me, and accept me, for His dear sake. I desire to bring all my sins to the foot of the cross. My cry is, God be merciful to me a sinner.

Stand by me, O God, in this my hour of weakness. Leave me not, neither forsake me, I beseech thee. Stretch out thy hand to hold me up, and let not my faith fail.

O pardon me, bless me, save me, keep me to the end, for Christ's sake. Amen.

10. Short Prayers, when longer ones cannot be used.

O HEAVENLY FATHER, I have sinned against thee in thought, word, and deed. My heart is full of evil. Give me, I beseech thee, true repentance and a living faith; and save me for Christ's sake. Amen.

O MY GOD, pardon my many sins; draw me to thyself; and lift up my fainting heart, for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.

O MY GOD, enable me simply to trust thee. Teach me to bear all that thou layest upon me; and to say from my heart, "Father, not my will, but thy will be done." Amen.

TEACH me to love thee, O my God, with all my heart. Father, draw away my love from earthly things, and fix it upon Thee. Amen.

LORD, strengthen my faith; and grant me patience in my suffering. Amen.

O GOD, be merciful to me a sinner, and comfort me with thy presence. Give me thy blessed Spirit, to create

in me a clean heart, and to make me holy, for Christ's sake. Amen.

PARDON, O Lord, my many sins, and spare me for thy mercy's sake. Spare me, good Lord.

From fretfulness and impatience, from murmuring and discontent, from hardness of heart and a too great love of this present world,

Good Lord, deliver me.

By thine agony and bloody sweat, by thy cross and passion, in the hour of death, and in the day of judgment,

Good Lord, deliver me.

BE with me, O my Father, when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. Help me, and sustain me, for my Saviour's sake. Amen.

CHAPTER XIV.

HYMNS FOR THE SICK-ROOM.

I.

Mr God and Father, while I stray
Far from my home on life's rough way,
Oh, teach me from my heart to say,

"Thy will be done!"

Though dark my path and sad my lot,
Let me "be still," and murmur not;
And ever pray, as Thou hast taught,

"Thy will be done!"

What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved no longer nigh,
Submissive still would be my cry,

Thy will be done!"

Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,

I

"Thy will be done!"

Though Thou hast called me to resign
What most I prized (it ne'er was mine),
I have but yielded what was Thine :

"Thy will be done!"

Should grief or sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,

Through Christ my Saviour still I'd say,

Thy will be done!"

Let but my fainting heart be blest
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,

To Thee, O Lord, I leave the rest :

"Thy will be done!"

Then when to Heaven's bright realms I soar, These words, so mixed with tears before,

I'll sing triumphant evermore:

"Thy will be done!"

II. '

I HEARD the voice of Jesus say,

Come unto me, and rest;

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon my breast.