3 We pray to thee-receive our prayer; We thank thee, Lord-accept our praise Bestow the solace of thy care, And keep our footsteps in thy ways. 4 Uplift our thoughts above the things Which tend to darken and depress, And fill us with the comfortings 11 Which elevate, and calm, and bless. L. M. 1 AWAY from every mortal care, Away from earth our souls retreat; And wait and worship near thy seat. 2 If Satan rage, and sin grow strong, Here we receive some cheering word; We gird the gospel armour on, To fight the battles of the Lord. 3 Or, if our spirit faints and dies,— Our conscience galled with inward stings: 4 Father! my soul would still abide 1 JESUS, we look to thee, Thy promised presence claim! 2 We meet thy grace to take, 3 Present we know thou art, Now, Lord, let my waiting heart 4 Oh may thy quickening voice 1 HOW charming is the place 2 Not the fair palaces To which the great resort, Are once to be compared with this, 3 Here on the mercy-seat, With radiant glory crown'd, 4 To him their prayers and cries 1 DEAR Shepherd of thy people, here Thy presence now display, As thou hast given a place for prayer, 2 Show us some token of thy love, And pour thy blessing from above, 3 The feeling heart, the melting eye, 4 May we in faith receive thy word, 1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The upward glancing of an eye, 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, While angels in their songs rejoice, 50 thou, by whom we come to God, 1 BEHOLD the throne of grace, 2 That rich, atoning blood, Which sprinkled round we see, 3 Beyond our utmost wants, 4 Thine image, Lord, bestow, 1 OUR Heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites us near; With both, our friendship shall be sweet, And our communion dear. 2 God pities all our griefs; 3 How large his bounties are! What varied stores of good, Diffused from our Redeemer's hand, And purchased with his blood! |