All will come to desolation,
Unless thou return again;
Lord, revive us;

All our help must come from thee. 2 Surely once thy garden flourished;

Every part looked gay and green; All its plants by thee were nourished Then how cheering was the scene! Lord, revive us;

All our help must come from thee.
3 Keep no longer at a distance;
Shine upon us from on high,
Lest, for want of thine assistance,
Every plant should droop and die.
Lord, revive us;

All our help must come from thee.

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Prayer for a Revival.
O LORD, thy work revive
In Zion's gloomy hour;
And let our dying graces live
By thy restoring power.
2 Oh, let thy chosen few

Awake to earnest prayer;
Their covenant with thee renew,
And walk in filial fear.

3 Thy Spirit then will speak,
Through lips of humble clay,
Till their proud hearts of stone shall break,
Till rebels shall obey.

4 Now lend thy gracious ear,
Now hear our humble cry;

Oh! come, and bring salvation near;
Our souls on thee rely.

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The Lord's Prayer.

OUR Father in heaven,
We hallow thy name!
May thy kingdom holy

On earth be the same!
Oh give to us daily

Our portion of bread;
It is from thy bounty
That all must be fed.
2 Forgive our transgressions,
And teach us to know
That humble compassion

Which pardons each foe:
Keep us from temptation,

From weakness and sin,
And thine be the glory
Forever-Amen.

L. M.

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Pleasure of Communing with God. HOW sweet to leave the world awhile, And seek the presence of our Lord! Dear Saviour, on thy people smile,

And come according to thy word. 2 From busy scenes we now retreat,

That we may here converse with thee; O Lord, behold us at thy feet! Let this the gate of heaven be.

3 Come, blest Redeemer, now appear;
May we by faith behold thy face!
Oh speak, that we thy voice may hear,
And let thy presence fill this place!

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Retirement and Meditation.

FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.

2 The calm retreat-the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem, by thy sweet bounty, made
For those who follow thee.

3 There, if the Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode,

Oh! with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God!

4 Author and Guardian of my life,
Sweet Source of light divine,
And-all harmonious names in one-
My SAVIOUR-thou art mine!

5 What thanks I owe thee! and what love! A boundless, endless store! [above, Thy praise shall sound through realms When time shall be no more.

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MY God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee;
Amid a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.

2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour, go?

3 Call me away from earth and sense;
Thy sovereign word can draw me thence;
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.

4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn; Let noise and vanity be gone;

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WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.

2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed;
To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed;
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!

Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferred by thee.

4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on thee.

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L. M. Desiring the Presence of God. MY God, I bow before thy feet; When shall my soul approach thy seat? When shall I see thy glorious face, With mingled majesty and grace? 2 How should I love thee, and adore, With hopes and joys unknown before! And bid this trifling world be gone, Nor tease my heart so near thy throne. 3 My soul should pour out all her cares, In flowing words, or flowing tears; Thy smiles would ease my sharpest pain, Nor should I seek my God in vain.

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SHINE on our souls, eternal God,
With rays of mercy shine:
Oh let thy favor crown our days,
And all their round be thine.

2 With thee let every week begin;
With thee each day be spent ;
To thee each fleeting hour be given,
Since each by thee is lent.

3 Thus cheer us through this desert road,
Till all our labors cease;
Till heaven refresh our weary souls
With everlasting peace.

S. M.

Communion with the Father and Christ.

OUR heavenly Father calls,

And Christ invites us near;

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