Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; The weakest saint upon his knees. While Moses stood with arms spread wide, Have you no words? ah! think agɛin, With the sad tale of all your care. Were half the breath that's vainly spent, Your cheerful song would oftener be, 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. N Our contrite spirits pitying see, And let a healing ray from Thee, When our responsive tongues essay When we disclose our wants in prayer, May we our wills resign; And not a thought our bosom share, CXXIX. FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, The calm retreat, the silent shade, There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love, 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, |