Prayer is the simplest form of speech Prayer the sublimest strains that reach Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, His watch-word at the gates of death; Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, The saints in prayer appear as one, Nor Prayer is made on earth alone: And Jesus, on the eternal throne, O Thou, by whom we come to God, MONTGOMERY. THE TIME FOR PRAYER. HEN is the time for prayer? With the first beams that light the morning's sky, Ere for the toils of day thou dost prepare, Lift up thy thoughts on high; Commend the loved ones to his watchful care: And in the noontide hour, If worn by toil, or by sad cares oppressed, Thy voice shall reach him through the fields of air: When the bright sun hath set, Whilst yet eve's glowing colours deck the skies ;- For those who in thy joys and sorrow share: And when the stars come forth,— When to the trusting heart sweet hopes are given ; Kneel to thy God-ask strength, life's ills to bear : When is the time for prayer? In every hour, while life is spared to thee— Thy thoughts should heavenward flee. At home-at morn and eve-with loved ones there, Bend thou the knee in prayer! G. BENNETT. THE POET'S PRAYER. GOD! it is an awful thing indeed For one who estimates our nature well, Be what it may his outward sect or creed To name thee, thou Incomprehensible ! Had'st thou not chosen of thyself to tell, As in thy Gospel thou hast done; nor less, By condescending in our hearts to dwell; Could man have ever found to thee access, Or worshipped thee aright in spiritual holiness. No! for the utmost that we could have done, Bending before we know not what with awe; Holier than that of Moses, what know we It shall be this: Permit me not to place My soul's affections upon the things of earth, But conscious of the treasures of thy grace, To let them, in my inmost heart, give birth To gratitude proportioned to their worth; Teach me to feel that all that thou hast made Upon this mighty globe's gigantic girth, Though meant with filial love to be surveyed, Is nothing to thyself;-the shadow of a shade. If thou hast given me, more than unto some, Oh, grant that this may lead me still, through all Thy works, to thee! nor prove a treacherous snare Adapted those affections to enthral Which should be thine alone, and waken at thy call. I would not merely dream my life away Nor that a perfumed flower, a dew-gemmed spray, Grant me to gaze and love, and thus thy works to read. But while from one extreme thy power may keep Of early bliss must sober, as it will, And should, when earthly things to heavenly yield, I would have feelings left, time cannot chill; That while I yet can walk through grove or field, I may be conscious there of charms by Thee revealed. And when I shall, as soon or late I must, Or, sooner, if my strength should fail its trust Thy glorious works; forbid me to repine; Let memory still their loveliness unfold Before my mortal eye, and let them shine With borrowed light from Thee, for they are Thine! MONTGOMERY. THE FLIGHT OF FAITH. HE dove let loose in eastern skies, Returning fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, When nothing earthly bounds her flight, So grant me, Lord, from every stain Aloft, through faith and love's pure air, No sin to tempt, no lure to stay MOORE. ADVANTAGES OF AFFLICTION. EHOLD this vine! I found it a wild tree, whose wanton strength Had swollen into irregular twigs And bold excrescences, And spent itself in leaves and little rings; So in the flourish of its outwardness, Wasting the sap and strength That should have given forth fruit. But when I pruned the plant, Then it grew temperate in its vain expense Of useless leaves, and knotted, as thou seest Into these full, clear clusters, to repay The hand that wisely wounded it. Repine not, O my son! In wisdom and in mercy Heaven inflicts SOUTHEY. |