The Soul panting for God. Ps. 42. 1 As the hart, with eager looks, Panteth for the water-brooks, So my soul, athirst for thee, Pants the living God to see; When, O when, with filial fear, Lord, shall I to thee draw near?
2 Why art thou cast down, my soul? God, thy God, shall make thee whole : Why art thou disquieted?
God shall lift thy fallen head, And his countenance benign Be the saving health of thine.
L. M. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.
For the continual Help of God.
1 BE with me, Lord, where'er I go; Teach me what thou wouldst have me do; Suggest whate'er I think or say; Direct me in thy narrow way.
2 Prevent me, lest I harbor pride, Lest I in mine own strength confide; Show me my weakness, let me see I have my power, my all from thee. 3 Enrich me alway with thy love; My kind protection ever prove; Thy signet put upon my breast, And let thy Spirit on me rest.
4 Assist and teach me how to pray; Incline my nature to obey;
What thou abhorr'st, that let me flee, And only love what pleases thee. 5 O may I never do my will, But thine and only thine fulfil; Let all my time and all my ways Be spent and ended to thy praise.
Solomon's Prayer for Wisdom.
1 ALMIGHTY God, in humble prayer To thee our souls we lift; Do thou our waiting minds prepare For thy most needful gift.
2 We ask not golden streams of wealth Along our path to flow; We ask not undecaying health, Nor length of years below.
3 We ask not honors, which an hour May bring and take away;
We ask not pleasure, pomp, and power, Lest we should go astray.
4 We ask for wisdom :-Lord, impart The knowledge how to live; A wise and understanding heart To all before thee give.
5 The young remember thee in youth, Before the evil days!
The old be guided by thy truth In wisdom's pleasant ways!
406. C. M.
Prayer for Divine Direction.
1 ETERNAL Source of life and light, Supremely good and wise,
To thee we bring our grateful vows, To thee lift up our eyes.
2 Our dark and erring minds illume With truth's celestial rays; Inspire our hearts with sacred love, And tune our lips to praise.
3 Safely conduct us, by thy grace, Through life's perplexing road;
And place us, when that journey's o'er, At thy right hand, O God!
Choosing the better Part.
1 BESET with snares on every hand, In life's uncertain path I stand : Father divine! diffuse thy light, To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart, Wisely to choose the better part; To scorn the trifles of a day, For joys that none can take away.
3 Then let the wildest storms arise; Let tempests mingle earth and skies; No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, But all my treasures with me bear.
4 If thou, my Father, still be nigh, Cheerful I live, and joyful die; Secure, when mortal comforts flee, To find ten thousand worlds in thee.
For Guidance and Protection.
1 God of our fathers! by whose hand Thy people still are blessed,
Be with us through our pilgrimage, Conduct us to our rest.
2 Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide: Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide.
3 0 spread thy sheltering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's loved abode Our souls arrive in peace.
4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand Our humble prayers implore;
And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God, And portion evermore.
Aspiration after a holy Life.
1 ALMIGHTY Maker! Lord of all! Of life the only spring!
Creator of unnumbered worlds! Supreme, eternal King!
2 Drive from the confines of my heart Impenitence and pride; Nor let me, in forbidden paths, With thoughtless sinners glide.
3 Whate'er thine all-discerning eye Sees for thy creature fit, I'll bless the good, and to the ill Contentedly submit.
4 With generous pleasure let me view The prosperous and the great; Malignant envy let me fly,
And odious self-conceit.
5 Let not despair, nor fell revenge, Be to my bosom known: Oh! give me tears for others woes, And patience for my own.
6 Feed me with necessary food: I ask not wealth or fame: Give me an eye to see thy will, A heart to bless thy name.
7 May still my days serenely pass, Without remorse or care;
And growing holiness my soul For life's last hour prepare.
410. L. M.
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.
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