Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Nor hope decline, nor love grow cold.
Isaac Watts.

Lead us, O Father, in the paths of truth,
Unhelped by thee, in error's maze we grope,
While passion stains, and folly dims our youth,
And age comes on, uncheered by faith and hope.
William H. Burleigh.

Prince of Peace, control my will;
Bid this struggling heart be still;
Bid my fears and doubtings cease,
Hush my spirit into peace.

Mary A. S. Barber.

New mercies each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray;

New perils past, new sins forgiven,

New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
John Keble.

Save us in the prosperous hour,

From the flattering tempter's power;

From his unsuspected wiles,

From the world's pernicious smiles,

Never let the world break in,
Fix a mighty gulf between;
Keep us humble and unknown,
Prized and loved by God alone.
Charles Wesley.

Drop thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;

Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess

The beauty of thy peace.

John G. Whittier.

Life's tumult we must meet again,
We cannot at the shrine remain;
But in the Spirit's secret cell
My hymn and prayer forever dwell.
Samuel Longfellow.

Here, great God, today we offer
Of thine own to thee;

And for thine acceptance proffer,

All unworthily,

Hearts and minds, and hands and voices, In our choicest melody.

Francis Pott.

Around us rolls the ceaseless tide
Of business, toil and care,

And scarcely can we turn aside
For one brief hour of prayer.
John Ellerton.

Then let us adore, and give him his right, All glory and power, all wisdom and might, All honor and blessing, with angels above, And thanks never ceasing for infinite love. Charles Wesley.

We thank thee that thy church unsleeping While earth rolls onward into light, Through all the world her watch is keeping, And rests not by day or night.

John Ellerton.

Raised on devotion's lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul, his glories sing;
And let his praise employ thy tongue,
Till listening worlds shall join the song.

Thomas Blacklock.

Lord, for to-morrow and its needs
I do not pray;

Keep me, my God, from stain of sin
Just for to-day.

Help me to labor earnestly,
And duly pray;

Let me be kind in word and deed,

Father, to-day.

Ernest R. Wilberforce.

But thou, soul-searching God! hast known The hearts of all that bent the knee;

And hast accepted those alone,

Who in the spirit worshiped thee.

James Montgomery.

To thee our souls aspire

In ardent prayer and earnest deed,

With love like thine, confessing, still, Christ's life our code! his cross our creed! Benjamin Copeland.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world hath suffered long;
Beneath the angel-strain hath rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love song which they bring :
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing!

Edmund H. Sears.

Love of God, so pure and changeless, Blood of Christ, so rich, so free, Grace of God, so strong and boundless, Magnify them all in me,

Even me.

Elizabeth Codner.

Touched by the loadstone of thy love,

Let all our hearts agree,

And ever toward each other move,

And ever move toward thee.

Charles Wesley.

With thee amid the crowd

That throngs the busy mart, To hear thy voice, when time's is loud, Speak softly to my heart.

James D. Burns.

O Thou, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee;
O burst these bonds, and set it free.

Nicolaus L. Zinzendorf.

Were half the breath that's vainly spent, To heaven in supplication sent,

Our cheerful song would oftener be, "Hear what the Lord has done for me." William Cowper.

God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle line,
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine:
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget, let we forget!

Rudyard Kipling.

Above these scenes of storm and strife
There spreads a region fair;

Give me to live that higher life,
And breathe that heavenly air.
Author Unknown.

Still, still with thee, when the purple morning breaketh,

When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee; Fairer than morning, lovelier that daylight, Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with thee. Harriet B. Stowe.

Jesus, grant the weary

Calm and sweet repose;
With thy tenderest blessing
May our eyelids close.
Through the long night watches
May thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,

Watching round my bed.

Sabine Baring-Gould.

Give to mine eyes refreshing tears;
Give to my heart chaste, hallowed fires;
Give to my soul with filial fears,

The love that all heaven's host inspires;
That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

Johann A. Scheffler.

Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,
In your eternal roar;

Let wave to wave resound his praise,
And shore reply to shore.

Isaac Watts.

We are thine, do thou befriend us,
Be the guardian of our way;
Keep thy flock, from sin defend us,
Seek us when we go astray:
Blessed Jesus!

Hear, O hear us, when we pray.

Author Unknown.