3 Our daily bread supply,
While by thy word we live;
The guilt of our iniquity
Forgive, as we forgive.

4 From dark temptation's power
Our feeble hearts defend;
Deliver in the evil hour,
And guide us to the end.

5 Thine, then, forever be
Glory and power divine;
The sceptre, throne, and majesty
Of heaven and earth are thine.

353.

L. M.

ANONYMOUS.

The Same.

1 FATHER, adored in worlds above!
Thy glorious name be hallowed still;
Thy kingdom come in truth and love;
And earth, like heaven, obey thy will.
2 Lord, make our daily wants thy care;
Forgive the sins which we forsake ;
In thy compassion let us share
As fellow-men of ours partake.

3 Evils beset us every hour,—
Thy kind protection we implore.
Thine is the kingdom, thine the power,
The glory thine for evermore.

354.

11s M.

MRS. HALE.

The Same.

1 OUR Father in heaven, we hallow thy name! May thy kingdom holy on earth be the same! O 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.

355.

L. M.

*MONTGOMERY.

Following after God. Ps. 63.

1 O GOD, thou art my God alone;
Early to thee my soul shall cry,
A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.

20 that it were as it hath been,

When, praying in the holy place,
Thy power and glory I have seen,
And marked the footsteps of thy grace.

3 Yet, through this rough and thorny maze,
I follow hard on thee, my God;
Thine hand unseen upholds my ways,
I lean upon thy staff and rod.

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4 Thee, in the watches of the night,
When I remember on my bed,

Thy presence makes the darkness light,
Thy guardian wings are round my head.

5 Better than life itself thy love,
Dearer than all beside to me;

For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth, compared with thee?

6 Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all thy mercy I will give;

My soul shall still in God rejoice,
My tongue shall bless thee while I live.

356. C. M. MISS H. M. WILLIAMS.

Seeking God in habitual Devotion.

1 WHILST 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 more 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 shall rest on thee.

357.

L. M.

TOPLADY.

Seeking the Light of God's Presence.

10 THAT my heart was right with thee,
And loved thee with a perfect love!
O that my Lord would dwell in me,
And never from his seat remove!

2 Father, I dwell in mournful night
Till thou dost in my heart appear;
Arise, propitious sun! and light
An everlasting morning there.

3 0, let my prayer acceptance find,
And bring the heavenly blessing down;
Eye-sight impart,-for I am blind,-
And seal me thine adopted son.

Seeking God. Ps. 63.

1 My God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine.

WATTS.

2 My thirsty, fainting soul
Thy mercy does implore:
Not travellers in desert lands
Can pant for water more.
3 Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place;
Thy power and glory to behold,
And feel thy quickening grace

4 For life without thy love
No relish can afford;

No joy can be compared with this,
To serve and please the Lord.

5 Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.

6 The shadow of thy wings
My soul in safety keeps ;

I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.

359.

L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Seeking God, the Fountain of living Waters. 1 BLEST Spirit! source of grace divine! What soul-refreshing streams are thine! O bring these healing waters nigh, Or we must droop, and fall, and die.

2 No traveller through desert lands, 'Midst scorching suns and burning sands, More eager longs for cooling rain, Or pants the current to obtain.