There is an hour, when I must look
On one eternity,

And nameless woe, or blissful life,
My endless portion be.

O Saviour, then, in all my need,
Be near, be near to me;

And let my soul, in stedfast faith,
Find life and Heaven in Thee!

Andrew Reed. 1842.

CLXVIII.

PSALM XC.

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home:

Under the shadow of Thy Throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure ;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.

A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;

Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by Thy flood,
And lost in following years.

Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.

Our God, our help in ages past;
Our hope for years to come;

Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home!

Isaac Watts. 1719.

END OF PART I.

PART II.

HYMNS ARRANGED ACCORDING TO THE

SUBJECTS OF THE LORD'S PRAYER.

The Book of Praise.

PART THE SECOND.

"LORD, TEACH US TO PRAY."

(Luke xi. 1.)

CLXIX.

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,

Utter'd, or unexpress'd;

The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burthen of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,

The upward glancing of the eye,
When none but God is near.

Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try ;

Prayer the sublimest strains that reach

The Majesty on high.

Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice

Returning from his ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry, Behold, he prays!