5 In the deserts let me labor,

On the mountains let me tell
How he died—the blessed Saviour
To redeem a world from hell!

Let me hasten,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
6 Bear me on, thou restless ocean;

Let the winds my canvass swell-
Heaves my heart with warm emotion,
While I go far hence to dwell.

Glad I bid thee,
Native land !-FAREWELL-FAREWELL!

PRAYER.

7s. 380

Relief and Comfort sought in Prayer.
COME, my soul, thy suit prepare ;
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He himself has bid thee pray ;

Rise and ask without delay. 2 With my burden I begin:

Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,

Set my conscience free from guilt. 3 Lord, I come to thee for rest;

Take possession of my breast:
Thou thy sovereign right maintain,

And without a rival reign. 381

Self Consecration.
MY faith looks up to thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary ;

Saviour divine!

Os & 4.

Now hear me while I pray ;
Take all my guilt away;
Oh! let me from this day

Be wholly thine.
2 May thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,

My zeal inspire;
As thou hast died for me,
Oh! may my love to thee,
Pure, warm, and changeless be,

A living fire.
3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,

Be thou my guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray

From thee aside.
4 When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold, sullen stream

Shall o'er me roll;
Blest Saviour, then in love,
Fear and distress remove:
Oh! bear me safe above,

A ransomed soul.

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Nature of Prayer.
PRAYER is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways;
While angels

in their songs rejoice,
And cry, ‘Behold, he prays.
2 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,

The Christian's native air ;

His watch-word at the gates of death ;

He enters heaven with prayer.
3 Prayer is not made on earth alone-

The Holy Spirit pleads ;
And Jesus, on the eternal throne,

For sinners intercedes.
4 O thou by whom we come to God-

The Life, the Truth, the Way!
The path of prayer thyself hast trod—
Lord, teach us how to pray.

S. M. 383

Encouragement to Prayer.
AND shall not Jesus hear

His children when they cry?
Yes—though he may awhile forbear,

He'll help them from on high. 2 His nature, truth, and love,

Engage him on their side;
When they are grieved, his bowels move;

And can they be denied ? 3 Then let us earnest be,

And never faint in prayer:
He loves our importunity,

And makes our cause his care.

L. M.

384

SING to the Lord, who loud proclaims
His various and his saving names;
Oh may they not be heard alone,

But by our sure experience known. 2 Through every age his gracious ear

Is open to his servants' prayer;

8s & 7s.

Nor can one humble soul complain, >

That he has sought his God in vain. 3 What unbelieving heart shall dare

In whispers to suggest a fear?
While still he owns his ancient name,

The same his power-his love the same! 4 To thee our souls in faith arise,

To thee we lift expecting eyes;
We boldly through the desert tread,

For God will guard, where God shall lead. 385

Sanctification implored.
LORD, whose love, in power excelling,

Washed the leper's stain away-
Jesus, from thy heavenly dwelling,

Hear us, help us, when we pray. 2 From the filth of vice and folly,

From infuriate passion's rage,
Evil thoughts and hopes unholy,

Heedless youth and selfish age;3 From the lusts whose deep pollutions

Adam's ancient taint disclose,
From the tempter's dark intrusions,

Restless doubt and blind repose ;4 From the miser's cursed treasure,

From the drunkard's jest obscene,
From the world—its pomp and pleasure,

Jesus, Master, make us clean. 386

The Seaman's Prayer for Deliverance. WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is

streaming, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is

gleaming,

12s.

Nor hope lends a ray the poor seamen to cherish,

We fly to our Maker Help, Lord, or we perish' 2 O Jesus, once tossed on the breast of the billow,

Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow,
Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish,
Who cries in his danger— Help, Lord, or we

perish.' 3 And oh, when the whirlwind of passion is raging,

When hell in our heart his wild warfare is waging, Arise in thy strength, thy redeemed to cherish, Rebuke the destroyer- Help, Lord, or we perish'

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In Times of Distress and Danger. O GOD, that 'madest earth and sky,

The darkness and the day, Give ear to this thy family,

And help us when we pray.
2 For wide the waves of bitterness

Around our vessel roar,
And heavy grows the pilot's heart,

To view the rocky shore.
3 The cross our Master bore for us,

For him we fain would bear;
But mortal strength to weakness turns,

And courage to despair.
4 Then mercy on our failings, Lord,

Our sinking faith renew; And when thy sorrows visit us,

Oh! send thy patience too.

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88, 78, & 4.

Prayer for Zion's Increase. SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation ;

Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain ;