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2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The upward glancing of an eye
3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
His watchword at the gate of death —
5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice
While angels in their songs rejoice,
WHAT various hindrances we meet
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
2 Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw,
3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
AROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows,
2 There is a place where Jesus sheds
3 There is a scene where spirits blend,
4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid,
5 There, there, on eagle wing we soar,
6 Oh, let my hand forget her skill,
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YOME, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, Come, at the mercy-seat fervently kneel: Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrows that Heaven cannot heal.
2 Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying, Earth has no sorrows that Heaven cannot care.
3 Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, boundless in love;
Come to the feast prepared; come, ever knowing Earth has its sorrows, but Heaven can remove
APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before His feet,
2 Thy promise is my only plea;
Thou callest burden'd souls to Thee,
3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place;
5 Oh, wondrous love, to bleed and die,
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HE Lord, who truly knows
2 He bows His gracious ear;
3 Though unbelief suggest,
Why should we longer wait?
4 'Twas thus a widow poor,
5 And shall not Jesus hear
His children when they cry?
6 Then let us earnest be,
And never faint in prayer;
He loves our importunity,
And makes our cause His care.
GRACES OF THE SPIRIT.
Y God, I love Thee; not because
Nor yet because if I love not
I must forever die.
2 Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me
For me didst bear the nails and spear,
3 And griefs and torments numberless,
Even death itself
and all for one
Who was Thine enemy.
4 Then why, O blesséd Jesus Christ!
Not for the sake of winning heav'n,
5 Not with the hope of gaining aught;
But as Thyself hast lovéd me,
6 E'en so I love Thee, and will love,