The motion of a hidden fire,

That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;

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

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

Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air,
The watch-word at the gates of death;
He enters heaven with prayer.

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;

While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry, "Behold, he prays!"

6 In prayer, on earth, the saints are one;
They're one in word and mind,
When with the Father and the Son
Sweet fellowship they find.

7 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.

REPENTANCE.

HYMN 135. L. M.

Where Jesus answers prayer;

There humbly fall before his feet,

For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,

With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burden'd souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.

3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely press'd,

By war without, and fear within,
I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place; That, shelter'd near thy side,

I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell him, "Thou hast died."

Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.

2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.

3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight:
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.

4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
Thy help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.

5 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.

7 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace:
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.

8 O may thy love inspire my tongue,
Salvation shall be all my song:
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

HYMN 136. L. M.

TAY, thou-insulted Spirit, stay,

STA

Though I have done thee such despite ; Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight.

2 Though I have most unfaithful been,

And long in vain thy grace received; Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved;

3 Yet, oh, the mourning sinner spare,

In honour of my great High-priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear, T'exclude me from thy people's rest

4 My weary soul, O God, release;

Uphold me with thy gracious hand;
Guide me into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.

OH,

HYMN 137. L. M.

H, that my load of sin were gone,
Oh, that I could at last submit
At Jesus' feet to lay it down,
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet!

2 Rest for my soul I long to find;

Saviour of all, if mine thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest, till pure within,
Till I am wholly lost in thee.

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
Thy light and easy burden prove,
The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood,
The labour of thy dying love.

5 I would, but thou must give the power, My heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace.

R

HYMN 138. C. M.

Penitential Gratitude. ISE, O my soul, the hours review, When, awed by guilt and fear, To heaven for grace thou durst not sue, And found no rescue here.

2 Thy tears are dried, thy griefs are fled, Dispell'd each bitter care;

For heaven itself has lent its aid

To save thee from despair. 3 Hear, then, O God, thy work fulfil, And, from thy mercy's throne, Vouchsafe me strength to do thy will, And to resist mine own:

4 So shall my soul each power employ Thy mercy to adore;

While heaven itself proclaims with joy, One pardon'd sinner more.

Let the water and the blood,
From thy side, a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save from wrath, and make me pure.
2 Should my tears for ever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
This for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone;
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyelids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.

HYMN 141. C. M.

Rom. viii. 31-34.

LET triumphant faith dispel
The fears of guilt and woe:
If God be for us, God the Lord,
Who, who shall be our foe?

2 He who his only Son gave up

To death, that we might live, Shall he not all things freely grant, That boundless love can give? 3 Who now his people shall accuse? 'Tis God hath justified:

Who now his people shall condemn ?

The Lamb of God hath died.

4 And He who died hath risen again, Triumphant from the grave:

At God's right hand for us he pleads,
Omnipotent to save.

DE

HYMN 142. C. M.

Dead Faith.

ELUDED souls, that dream of heaven, And make their empty boast

Of inward joys, and sins forgiven,

While they are slaves to lust.

2 Vain are our fancies, vain our flights,

If faith be cold and dead; None but a living power unites

To Christ, the living Head.

3 The faith which new-creates the heart, And works by active love, Will bid all sinful joys depart,

And lift the thoughts above.

4 God from the curse has set us free, To make us pure within;

Nor did he send his Son to be

While the waves of trouble roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;

O receive my soul at last.

2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Leave, ah, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stay'd,
All my hope from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

Ho

With the shadow of thy wing.

HYMN 144. IV. 4.

OW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,

Is laid for your faith in his excellent word; What more can he say than to you he hath

2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn,

Press onward to the prize;
Soon thy Saviour will return,
To take thee to the skies:
There, is everlasting peace,

Rest, enduring rest in heaven;
There, will sorrow ever cease,
And crowns of joy be given.

CH

HYMN 146. III. 1.
HILDREN of the heavenly King,
As we journey, let us sing;
Sing the Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 We are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Banish'd once, by sin betray'd,
Christ our Advocate was made;
Pardon'd now, no more we roam,
Christ conducts us to our home.

4 Lord, obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

3 These are the joys which satisfy

And purify the mind; Which make the spirit mount on high,

And leave the world behind.

4 No more, believer, mourn thy lot;
O thou who art the Lord's,
Resign to those who know him not,
Such joy as earth affords.

HYMN 149. S. M.

COME, ye that love the Lord,

And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.

2 Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our God,
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.

3 The God of heaven is ours,

Our Father and our love;

His care shall guard life's fleeting hours,
Then waft our souls above.

4 There shall we see his face,

And never, never sin;

There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.

5 Yes, and before we rise

To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.

6 Children of grace have found
Glory begun below:

Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.

7 The hill of Sion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,

Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.

8 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry;

We're travelling through Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on high.

LOVE.

HYMN 150. III. 3.

LORD, with glowing heart I'd praise thee

For the bliss thy love bestows;

For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows:
Help, O God, my weak endeavour;
This dull soul to rapture raise:
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warm'd to praise.

2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away;
Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And, the light of hope revealing,

Bade the blood-stain'd cross appear.
3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express:
Low before thy footstool kneeling,
Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless:
Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
Love's pure flame within me raise;
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth thy praise.

HYMN 151. III. 1.

LORD, my God, I long to know,

Oft it causes anxious thought; Do I love thee, Lord, or no?

Am I thine, or am I not? 2 Could my heart so hard remain, Prayer a task and burden prove, Any duty give me pain,

If I knew a Saviour's love?

3 When I turn mine eyes within, O how dark, and vain, and wild! Prone to unbelief and sin,

Can I deem myself thy child? 4 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,

Find my sin a grief and thrall: Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all? 5 Could I love thy saints to meet, Choose the ways I once abhorr'd, Find at times the promise sweet,

If I did not love thee, Lord?

6 Saviour, let me love thee more,
If I love at all, I pray ;

If I have not loved before,
Help me to begin to-day.

From earth I rise, and seek the joys At his right hand:

I all on earth forsake,

Its wisdom, fame, and power; And Him my only portion make, My shield and tower.

3 He by himself hath sworn,
I on his oath depend,

I shall, on angel-wings upborne,
To heaven ascend:

I shall behold his face,

I shall his power adore,
And sing the wonders of his grace
For evermore.

4 There dwells the Lord, our King,
The Lord, our righteousness,
Triumphant o'er the world and sin,
The Prince of Peace;
On Sion's sacred height

His kingdom he maintains,

And, glorious with his saints in light,
For ever reigns.

5 The God who reigns on high
The great archangels sing;

And, "Holy, holy, holy," cry,

6 The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high; "Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost," They ever cry:

Hail, Abraham's God and mine,

I join the heavenly lays;
All might and majesty are thine,
And endless praise.

HYMN 153. IV. 3.
Psalm c.

BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth,

O serve him with gladness and fear; Exult in his presence with music and mirth, With love and devotion draw near.

2 For Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone, Creator and ruler o'er all;

And we are his people, his sceptre we own; His sheep, and we follow his call.

3 0 enter his gates with thanksgiving and

song,

Your vows in his temple proclaim; His praise with melodious accordance pro

long,

And bless his adorable Name.