There is an hour, when I must look And nameless woe, or blissful life, O Saviour, then, in all my need, And let my soul, in stedfast faith, Andrew Reed. 1842. CLXVIII. PSALM XC. Our God, our help in ages past, Under the shadow of Thy Throne Before the hills in order stood, A thousand ages in Thy sight Short as the watch that ends the night The busy tribes of flesh and blood, Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. Our God, our help in ages past; Be Thou our guard while troubles last, Isaac Watts. 1719. END OF PART I. The Book of Praise. PART THE SECOND. "LORD, TEACH US TO PRAY." (Luke xi. 1.) CLXIX. Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Utter'd, or unexpress'd; The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burthen of a sigh, The upward glancing of the eye, Prayer is the simplest form of speech Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, |