When mortal aid is vain,

That eye, that arm, that love to reach,

That listening ear to gain.

Fountain of peace and love, Fulfill to us thy precious word, Thy loving-kindness prove.

Thomas Hastings,

HOLY TRINITY. C. M.

J. BARNBY.

HORTON. 75.

Arr. fr. WARTENSEE.

THEY who seek the throne of grace
Find that throne in every place;
If we live a life of prayer,
God is present everywhere.

2 In our sickness and our health,
In our want, or in our wealth,
If we look to God in prayer,
God is present everywhere.

3 When our earthly comforts fail,
When the foes of life prevail,
"T is the time for earnest prayer;
God is present everywhere.

4 Then, my soul, in every strait,
To thy Father come, and wait;
He will answer every prayer:
God is present everywhere.

Oliver Holden, alt.

107

Quiet communion. STEALING from the world away,

We are come to seek thy face; Kindly meet us, Lord, we pray, Grant us thy reviving grace.

2 Yonder stars that gild the sky Shine but with a borrowed light; We, unless thy light be nigh,

Wander, wrapt in gloomy night.

3 Sun of Righteousness! dispel
All our darkness, doubts, and fears;
May thy light within us dwell,

Till eternal day appears.

4 Warm our hearts in prayer and praise,
Lift our every thought above;
Hear the grateful songs we raise,
Fill us with thy perfect love.

Ray Palmer.

109

Redeeming Love.

SWEET the time, exceeding sweet!
When the saints together meet,
When the Saviour is the theme,
When they joy to sing of him.

2 Sing we then eternal love,
Such as did the Father move:
He beheld the world undone,
Loved the world, and gave his Son.

3 Sing the Son's amazing love;
How he left the realms above,

Took our nature and our place,
Lived and died to save our race.
4 Sing we, too, the Spirit's love;
With our stubborn hearts he strove,
Filled our minds with grief and fear,
Brought the precious Saviour near.
5 Sweet the place, exceeding sweet,
Where the saints in glory meet;
Where the Saviour 's still the theme,
Where they see and sing of him.

George Burder.

FARRANT. C. M.

R. FARRANT.

PRAYER is the breath of God in man,

Returning whence it came;

Love is the sacred fire within,

And prayer the rising flame.

2 It gives the burdened spirit ease,
And soothes the troubled breast;
Yields comfort to the mourning soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 When God inclines the heart to pray, He hath an ear to hear;

To him there's music in a sigh,
And beauty in a tear.

4 The humble suppliant cannot fail
To have his wants supplied,
Since he for sinners intercedes,
Who once for sinners died.

BYEFIELD. C. M.

Benjamin Beddome.

FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far;

From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem by thy great bounty made
For those who follow thee.

3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode;

Oh! with what peace, and joy, and love,
She then communes with God.

4 Author and Guardian of my life!
Sweet Source of light divine,
And-all harmonious names in one-
My Saviour!-thou art mine!

William Cowper.

THOS. HASTINGS.