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 Majesty on high.

The Christian's native air,

His watchword at the gates of death;
He enters heaven with prayer.

6 O Thou by whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way,
The path of prayer Thyself hast trod;
Lord, teach us how to pray.

575 (NORTHREPPS) C. M.

1 There is an eye that never sleeps
Beneath the wing of night;

There is an ear that never shuts
When sink the beams of light;

2 There is an arm that never tires
When human strength gives way;
There is a love that never fails
When earthly loves decay.

James Montgomery, 1819

3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs;
That arm upholds the sky;
That ear is filled with angel songs;
That love is throned on high.

4 But there's a power which man can wield
When mortal aid is vain,

That eye, that arm, that love to reach,
That listening ear to gain.

5 That power is prayer, which soars on high,
Through Jesus, to the throne,

And moves the hand which moves the world,
To bring salvation down.

Rev. John A. Wallace, 1839: arr. and alt.

576 INTERCESSION NEW 7.5.7.5.7.5.7.5.8.8.

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:

love, O Lord, the cry In heaven, Thy dwelling place on high. A-MEN.

Since His own blood for thee He spilt, 4 Teach me to live by faith;

2 He whispers in my breast

Sweet words of holy cheer,
How they who seek in God their rest
Shall ever find Him near;

3 How God hath built above
A city fair and new,

Where eye and heart shall see and prove
What faith has counted true.

4 My heart for gladness springs;
It cannot more be sad;
For very joy it laughs and sings,
Sees naught but sunshine glad.
5 The sun that lights mine eyes
Is Christ, the Lord I love;
I sing for joy of that which lies
Stored up for us above.

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;
Ours may this blessing be;

O give the pure and lowly heart,
A temple meet for Thee.

Verses 1, 2, Rev. John Keble, 1819: verse 3 added in "Mitre Hymn Book," 1836