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C. M.

MILMAN

PRAYER FOR HELP.

1 O, HELP US, Lord! each hour of need
Thy heavenly succor give;

Help us in thought, in word, in deed,
Each hour on earth we live.

2 O, help us, when our spirits bleed,
With doubt and anguish sore;

And when our hearts are cold and dead,
O, help us, Lord, the more.

3 O, help us, through the prayer of faith,
More firmly to believe;

For still the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.

4 O, help us, Father! from on high ;
We know no help but Thee;
O, help us so to live and die,
As Thine in heaven to be!

1 WHY, thou never-setting Light,
Is thy brightness veiled from me?
Why does this unwonted night
Cloud thy blest benignity?

? I am lost without thy ray;

RUSSIAN.

Guide my wandering footsteps, Lord!
Light my dark and erring way
To the noontide of Thy word.

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C. M.

HUMPHRIES.

GOOD LORD, REMEMBER ME.

1 O THOU, from whom all goodness flows
I lift my soul to Thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord, remember me!

2 When on my aching, burdened heart
My sins lie heavily,

Thy pardon grant, new peace impart;
Good Lord, remember me!

3 When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,

O, let my strength be as my day;
Good Lord, remember me!

4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see;

Grant patience, rest, and kind relief;
Good Lord, remember me!

5 When in the solemn hour of death
I wait Thy just decree,

Be this the prayer of my last breath,
Good Lord, remember me!

And when before Thy throne I stand,
And lift my soul to Thee,

Then, with the saints at Thy right hand,
Good Lord, remember me!

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P. M.

MRS. FOLLEN.

LORD, TO WHOM SHALL WE GO?

1 WHEN, with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary,

And tears of despondency flow,

When the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is weary,

Despairing, to whom shall we go?

2 When the thirsting soul turneth away from the springs

Of the pleasures this world can bestow, And sighs for another, and flutters its wings, Impatient, to whom shall it go?

3 O, blest be that light which has parted the

clouds,

And a path to the wanderer can show; That pierces the veil which the future enshrouds,

And tells us to whom we should go!

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C. M.

HELP THOU OUR UNBELIEF.

BULFINCH

1 FATHER, When o'er our trembling hearts
Doubt's shadows gathering brood,
When faith in Thee almost departs,
And gloomiest fears intrude;
Forsake us not, O God of grace,

But send those fears relief;
Grant us again to see Thy face;
Lord, help our unbelief!

2 When sorrow comes, and joys are flown, And fondest hopes lie dead,

And blessings, long esteemed our own,
Are now forever fled;

When the bright promise of our spring
Is but a withered leaf,

Lord, to Thy truths still let us cling;
Help Thou our unbelief!

3 And when the powers of nature fail
Upon the couch of pain,
Nor love nor friendship can avail
The spirit to detain;

Then, Father, be our closing eyes
Undimmed by tears of grief;
And, if a trembling doubt arise,
Help Thou our unbelief!

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CHRIST WHO STRENGTHENETH ME.

FURNESS

1 FEEBLE, helpless, how shall I
Learn to live and learn to die?
Who, O God, my guide shall be?
Who shall lead thy child to Thee?

2 Blessed Father, gracious One,
Thou hast sent thy holy Son;
He will give the light I need,
He my trembling steps will lead.

3 Through this world, uncertain, dim,
Let me ever learn of him;

From his precepts wisdom draw,

Make his life

my

solemn law.

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4 Thus in deed, and thought, and word,
Led by Jesus Christ the Lord,
In my weakness, thus shall I
Learn to live and learn to die:

5 Learn to live in peace and love,
Like the perfect ones above; -
Learn to die without a fear,
Feeling Thee, my Father, near.

ANGELS FROM HEAVEN STRENGTHENING HIM.

1 WHEN in thine hour of conflict, Lord,
The tempter to thy soul was nigh,
Or when that bitter cup was poured
In thy deep garden-agony,

2 Not then, when uttermost thy need,
Seemed light across thy soul to break;
No seraph form was seen to speed,
Nor yet the voice of comfort spake;
3 Till, by thine own triumphant word,
The victory over ill was won;

Until the voice of faith was heard,
"Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!"

4 Lord, bring those precious moments back,
When fainting against sin we strain;
Or in thy counsels fail to track
Aught but the present grief and pain.
5 In weakness, help us to contend;
In darkness, yield to God our will;
And true hearts, faithful to the end,
Cheer by thine holy angels still!