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393 Notting Hill. C.M.
_Communion in Prayer._ (777)
Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal, While here o'er earth we rove; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindling of thy love.
2 With thee conversing, we forget All time, and toil, and care: Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, If thou, my G.o.d! art here.
3 Here, then, my G.o.d, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice: My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice.
4 Thou callest me to seek thy face-- 'Tis all I wish to seek; T' attend the whisperings of thy grace, And hear thee only speak.
Charles Wesley, 1740.
394 Aletta. 7s.
_At the Throne._ (804)
Come, my soul! thy suit prepare; Jesus loves to answer prayer; He himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay.
2 Thou art coming to a King, Large pet.i.tions with thee bring; For his grace and power are such, None can ever ask too much.
3 Lord! I come to thee for rest, Take possession of my breast; There thy blood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reign.
4 While I am a pilgrim here, Let thy love my spirit cheer; As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, Lead me to my journey's end.
John Newton, 1779.
395 What a Friend We Have in Jesus. 8s & 7s. D.
_The Privilege of Prayer._
What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear; What a privilege to carry Ev'rything to G.o.d in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear, All because we do not carry Ev'rything to G.o.d in prayer!
2 Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged, Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our ev'ry weakness, Take it to the Lord in prayer!
3 Are we weak and heavy laden, c.u.mbered with a load of care?-- Precious Savior, still our refuge,-- Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer; In his firms he'll take and s.h.i.+eld thee, Thou wilt find a solace there.
Unknown.
396 The Lord's Prayer.
_Chant._
Our Father who art in heaven, | Hallowed | be thy | name, || Thy kingdom come; thy will be done in | earth, as it | is in | heaven,
2 Give us this | day our | daily bread, || And forgive us our debts, as | we for- | give our | debtors.
3 Lead us not into temptation, but de- | liver | us from | evil; || For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for | ever. | A- | men.
397 Thatcher. S.M.
_I. Tim. 2:8._ (1168)
Come at the morning hour, Come, let us kneel and pray; Pray'r is the Christian pilgrim's staff To walk with G.o.d all day.
2 At noon beneath the Rock Of Ages, rest and pray; Sweet is that shelter from the sun In weary heat of day.
3 At evening, in thy home, Around its altar, pray; And finding there the house of G.o.d, With heaven then close the day.
4 When midnight veils our eyes, Oh, it is sweet to say, I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord!
With thee to watch and pray.
Anon.
398 Capello. S.M.
_The Throne of Grace._ (801)
Behold the throne of grace!
The promise calls me near; There Jesus shows a smiling face, And waits to answer prayer.
2 That rich atoning blood, Which sprinkled round I see, Provides, for those who come to G.o.d, An all-prevailing plea.
3 My soul! ask what thou wilt; Thou canst not be too bold; Since his own blood for thee he spilt, What else can he withhold?
4 Thine, image, Lord! bestow, Thy presence and thy love; I ask to serve thee here below, And reign with thee above.
5 Teach me to live by faith; Conform my will to thine; Let me victorious be in death, And then in glory s.h.i.+ne.
John Newton, 1779.
399 Tell It to Jesus Alone. P.M.
_The Sympathizing Friend._