Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright:
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.

While Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Success was found on Israel's side;
But when through weariness they failed,
That moment Amalek prevailed.

Have you no words ? ah! think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.

Were half the breath that’s vainly spent,
To heaven in supplication sent,
Your cheerful

song

would oftener be, “ Hear what the Lord has done for me.”

CXXVIII.

LORD, when we bend before Thy throne,

And our confessions pour ; Teach us to feel the sins we own,

And shun what we deplore.

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Our contrite spirits pitying see,

And penitence impart;
And let a healing ray from Thee,

Beam hope upon the heart.

When our responsive tongues essay

Their grateful songs to raise; Grant that our souls may join the lay,

And rise to Thee in praise.

When we disclose our wants in prayer,

May we our wills resign;
And not a thought our bosom share,

Which is not wholly Thine.

VII.

SELF-EXAMINATION.

CXXIX.

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,

From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still

His most successful war.

The calm retreat, the silent shade,

With prayer and praise agree; And seem, by thy sweet bounty made,

For those who follow Thee.

There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And

grace her mean abode, Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love,

She communes with her God!

There, like the nightingale, she pours

Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,

Nor thirsts for human praise.

Author and Guardian of my life,

Thou source of light divine,
And (all harmonious names in one)

My Saviour, Thou art mine!