3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, That infant lips can try; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death; 6 O Thou by whom we come to God, 575 (NORTHREPPS) C. M. 1 There is an eye that never sleeps There is an ear that never shuts 2 There is an arm that never tires James Montgomery, 1819 3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs; 4 But there's a power which man can wield That eye, that arm, that love to reach, 5 That power is prayer, which soars on high, And moves the hand which moves the world, Rev. John A. Wallace, 1839: arr. and alt. 576 INTERCESSION NEW 7.5.7.5.7.5.7.5.8.8. William H. Callcott, 1867: the last two lines from Mendelssohn, 1846 1 When the wea-ry, seeking rest, To Thy goodness flee; When the heav-y-la- den cast All their load on Thee; When the troubled, seek-ing peace, On Thy Name shall call; When the sin - ner, seek - ing life, At Thy feet shall fall: Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry In heaven, Thy dwelling place on high. A-MEN. bb 2 When the worldling, sick at heart, Lifts his soul above; When the prodigal looks back To his Father's love; When the proud man, in his pride, Stoops to seek Thy face; When the burdened brings his guilt To Thy throne of grace: Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high. 3 When the stranger asks a home, Bows the fervent knee; Lifts his heart to Thee: Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry 2 My soul, ask what thou wilt; Thou canst not be too bold; I ask to serve Thee here below, And reign with Thee above. Since His own blood for thee He spilt, 4 Teach me to live by faith; What else can He withhold? 3 Thine image, Lord, bestow, Thy presence and Thy love; Conform my will to Thine; Let me victorious be in death, And then in glory shine. Rev. John Newton, 1779 2 He whispers in my breast Sweet words of holy cheer, 3 How God hath built above Where eye and heart shall see and prove 4 My heart for gladness springs; Rev. Paul Gerhardt, 1656. Trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1855: arr., and verses 1, 2, alt. The secret of the Lord is theirs, Their soul is Christ's abode. A-MEN. 2 Still to the lowly soul He doth himself impart; And for His cradle and His throne Chooseth the pure in heart. 3 Lord, we Thy presence seek; O give the pure and lowly heart, Verses 1, 2, Rev. John Keble, 1819: verse 3 added in "Mitre Hymn Book," 1836 |