Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The path of prayer thyself hast trod; The Majesty on high. 48 (MARTYRDOM) C. M. I Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat 2 Thy promise is my only plea, 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place, That, sheltered near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, Lord, teach us how to pray. James Montgomery 49 (ST. AGNES) C. M. I When cold our hearts, and far from thee 2 Too vile to venture near thy throne, Too poor to turn away; Our only voice,-thy Spirit's groan,- 3 We know not how to seek thy face, 4 Here every thought and fond desire We on thine altar lay; And when our souls have caught thy fire, Lord, teach us how to pray. John S. B. Monsell 51 (ST. ANDREW) S. M. I Still with thee, O my God, I would desire to be, By day, by night, at home, abroad, 2 With thee when dawn comes in With thee, my God, in prayer. 3 With thee when day is done, And evening calms the mind; With thee my heart would find. 4 With thee, in thee, by faith Abiding, I would be; By day, by night, in life, in death, James D. Burns 4 Light thou my weary way, 5 Thus shall the heavenly host I Lord! when we bend before thy throne, 2 Our contrite spirits pitying see; 3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, 3 Let faith each meek petition fill, J. D. Carlyle |