6 So shall my walk be close with God, So purer light shall mark the road 226. DULNESS IN PRAYER. 10 for the happy hours gone by, C. M. 2 O for the times when on my heart 3 Then when I knelt to meditate, Sweet thoughts came o'er my soul, Countless, and bright, and beautiful, Beyond my own control. 4 O who hath locked those fountains up? Those visions who hath stay'd? What sudden act hath thus transform'd My sunshine into shade? 5 This freezing heart, O Lord; this will Dry as the desert sand, Good thoughts that will not come, bad thoughts That come without command. 6 This weariness of prayer, the mist 7 If this drear change be thine, O Lord, The bitter chalice fill. 8 But if it hath been sin of mine, Not to get back the sweetness lost, 227. I AM OPPRESSED; UNDERTAKE FOR ME. Wirksworth-Mornington-St. Clair. 1 Oppressed with sin and woe, 2 With this polluted heart I dare to come to thee,Holy and mighty as thou art, For thou wilt pardon me. S.M. 3 I feel that I am weak, And prone to every sin; But thou who giv'st to those who seek, 4 I need not fear my foes; I need not yield to care; I need not sink beneath my woes, 5 In my Redeemer's name, 228. DEJECTION. S. M. Selma-St. Cuthbert-Cambridge Old. 1 I give myself to prayer, 2 My thoughts are like the reeds, 3 No song is in the air, But one pervading fear; Death's shadow dims my light, and Death 4 I am as if asleep, Yet conscious that I dream; 5 The loud distressful cry With which I call on thee, Shall wake me, Lord, to find that thou 6 Oh, break this darksome spell, 7 Freshen the air with wind, Comfort my heart with song; 8 Save me from subtle death, 9 I give myself to prayer; Lord, give thyself to me; 10 Then be my heart. my world, 2 O bright and many are the spots 3 Riches could bring me joy and power, To serve instead of thee. 4 Then honour and the world's good word Appeared a nobler faith; Yet could I rest on love that hung 5 The pleasure of the passing hour But, oh! how soon my heart fell sick 6 More selfish grown, I worshipped health, 7 And thus a not unkindly world Yet I have found, O God, no rest, 8 For thou hast made this wondrous soul All for thyself alone; |