3 Thou cov❜nant angel, swift come down,
To-day thine own appointments crown;
Thy pow'r into the means infuse,
And give them now their sacred use.
4 Thou see'st me lying at the pool,
I would, thou know'st I would, be whole;
Oh, let the troubled waters move,
And minister thy healing love.
161. C. M. New Selec.
My portion is above.
1 FAREWELL, vain world, to earth adieu, Your glories I despise ;
Your friendship I no more pursue,
Your flatt'ries are but lies.
2 You promise happiness in vain,
Nor can you satisfy;
Your highest pleasures turn to pain,
And all your treasures die.
3 Had I the Indies, East and West,
And riches of the sea,
Without my God I could not rest,
For he is all to me.
4 Then let my soul rise far above,
By faith I'll take my wing
To the eternal realms of love,
Where saints and angels sing.
5 There love and joy that will not waste, There treasures that endure;
There pleasures that will always last,
Abound for ever more.
567 of Rippon's Selection paraphrased by T. H. G.
Prayer for guidance and protection.
1 GUIDE us, O! thou great Jehovah,
Wanderers on the mighty deep;
From the storm and raging tempest,
Deign our floating bark to keep;
Lord of Heaven!
Bid the breeze propitious blow.
2 Be our safeguard thro' the night-watch,
And our guardian all the day,
To our destin'd port in safety,
Give us swift and gladsome way;
Strong Deliv'rer!
Be thou still our strength and shield.
3 And when life's short voyage is over,
In the haven of the blest,
May we, guided by thy Spirit,
Find an everlasting rest;
Father, hear us!
For the great Redeemer's sake.
163. S. M. New Selec.
Exhortation to prayer.
1 COME, all who love to pray,
On Jesus cast your care;
And ev'ry praying soul shall find
He loves to answer pray'r.
2 See how he looks, and smiles,
From yonder shining throne;
Pleas'd, he attends your ev'ry pray'r,
And sends rich blessings down!
3 Ye hung'ring, thirsting souls,
O pray, and never faint;
Fresh scenes of love our Lord displays
To ev'ry praying saint.
4 And whither should we go,
But to a throne of grace?
For there we prove celestial joys,
And find substantial peace.
5 Lord, from thy throne behold
Thy saints assembled here,
Whose hearts ascend with warm desire
To feel thy presence near.
164. 7s. Rippon's Selec.
A blessing humbly requested.
1 LORD, we come before thee now,
At thy feet we humbly bow;
O! do not our suit disdain;
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?
2 In thy own appointed way,
Now we seek thee, here we stay;
Lord, from hence we would not go,
Till a blessing thou bestow.
3 Send some message from thy word,
That may joy and peace afford;
Let thy spirit now impart
Full salvation to each heart.
4 Grant that all may seek and find
Thee a God supremely kind
Heal the sick, the captive free;
Let us all rejoice in thee.
165. L. M. J. E
For a prayer meeting.
1 WITH contrite hearts, before thy throne,
Great God of heav'n and earth, we bow;
O make thy loving kindness known
To ev'ry waiting sinner now.
2 Descend, and fill each waiting heart
With cheerful hope, and heav'nly joy;
And may thy Spirit now impart
That peace which Satan can't destroy.
3 Help us to tell each rising grief,
To pour our num'rous wants abroad,
To mourn that stubborn unbelief
Which doubts the mercy of a God.
4 Dost thou not hear the sinner's pray'r?
Are not thy tender mercies free?
Then why should I indulge despair?
Why not salvation, then, for me?
5 O cleanse my soul from ev'ry sin,
Make me to love thy sacred word,
That in thy strength I may begin
To yield obedience to the Lord.
1 WITH trembling steps before thy throne,
Dread sov'reign! we appear,
To make our exigencies known;
O lend a gracious ear!
2 Bow down the heav'n's, Almighty God! And listen while we pray:
Dispense thy sacred love abroad,
And drive our doubts away.
3 We often ask, yet don't receive,
. Because we ask amiss;
But now, dear Lord! we would believe,
And trust thy word of grace.
4 How ignorant, alas! and blind,
In all we think or say;
The darkness chase from every mind,
And teach us how to pray.
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