477 L. M. HENRY MOORE. Wisdom and Virtue sought from God. SUP Fountain of reason! Judge of right! 2 Assist us, Lord, to act, to be, 3 May our expanded souls disclaim 4 O Father, grace and virtue grant! 478 C. M. Prayer for Wisdom. MONTGOMERY. ALMIGHTY God! in humble prayer, To thee our souls we lift; Do thou our waiting minds prepare 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 We ask not pleasure, pomp, and power, 4 We ask for wisdom; - Lord, impart 5 The young remember thee in youth, Before the evil days! 479 The old be guided by thy truth, 10's M. Christ's Presence sought. LYTE ABIDE with me! Fast falls the eventide, The darkness deepens - Lord, with me When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; 3 I need thy presence every passing hour: What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who like thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me! 480 C. M. Help Thou my Unbelief. WREFORD. ORD! I believe; thy power I own, I wander comfortless and lone, 2 Lord! I believe; but gloomy fears I look to thee with prayers and tears, 3 Lord! I believe; but oft, I know, 4 Yes, I believe; and only thou Lord to thy truth my spirit bow, 481 C. M. Serving God. T. H. GILL. NOT to fill the mouth of fame O, give me a diviner name! 2 No longer would my soul be known O, not mine own! O, not mine own! 3 In each aspiring burst of prayer, 4 In life, in death, on earth, in heaven, 482 The same sweet style and title given 483 7's M. Lord habe Mercy. MILMAN. LORD, have merey when we pray Strength to seek a better way; 2 Lord, have mercy, when we know C. M. URWICK'S COLL Prayer for Grace in Trial. FATH ATHER of all our mercies, thou Hear us in heaven, thy dwelling, now, 2 When, harassed by ten thousand foes, O, give the weary soul repose, 3 When dire temptations gather round, By storm or calm, in thee be found 4 When age advances, may we grow And walk in holiness below, Jaith without Works is Dead. AS body when the soul has fled, DRUMMOND. As barren trees, decayed and dead, 2 One cup of healing oil and wine, 3 To doers only of the word, Propitious is the righteous Lord; He hears their cries, accepts their prayers, Binds up their wounds, and soothes their cares. |