2 Each moment of our lives renews The mercies of the Lord; Each moment is itself a gift To bear us on to God. 3 Help us to break the galling chains This world has round us thrown; Each passion of our hearts subdue, Each cherished sin disown. 4 O Father! kindle in our souls A never-dying flame Of holy love, of grateful trust, In Thine almighty name. 42. C. M. Doddridge. Doing All to God. 1 Shine on our souls, Eternal God, With rays of beauty shine; O, let Thy favor crown our days, And all their round be Thine! 2 Did we not raise our hands to Thee, Our hands might toil in vain; Small joy success itself could give If Thou Thy love restrain. 3 With Thee let every week begin, With Thee each day be spent, For Thee each fleeting hour improved, Since each by Thee is lent. 4 Midst hourly cares may love present Its incense at Thy throne; And while the world our hands employs, Our hearts be Thine alone. 43. C. M. Montgomery. Prayer for Wisdom. 1 Almighty God, in humble prayer To Thee our souls we lift; Do Thou our waiting minds prepare For Thy most needful gift. 2 We ask not golden streams of wealth Along our path to flow; We ask not undecaying health, Nor length of years below: 3 We ask not honors, which an hour May bring and take away; We ask not pleasure, pomp, or power, Lest we should go astray: 4 We ask for wisdom: Lord, impart The knowledge how to live: A wise and understanding heart To all before Thee give. 5 The young remember Thee in youth, Before the evil days! The old be guided by Thy truth In wisdom's pleasant ways! 44. L. M. H. Moore. Manliness and Freedom. 1 Supreme and universal Light! Fountain of reason! Judge of right! Parent of good! whose blessings flow On all above, and all below: 2 Assist us, Lord, to act, to be, What nature and Thy laws decree; Worthy that intellectual flame, Which from Thy breathing spirit came. 3 Our moral freedom to maintain, Bid passion serve, and reason reign, Self-poised and independent still On this world's varying good or ill. 4 No slave to profit, shame, or fear, O, may our steadfast bosoms bear The stamp of heaven,--an upright heart, Above the mean disguise of art! 5 May our expanded souls disclaim The narrow view, the selfish aim; But with a Christian zeal embrace Whate'er is friendly to our race. 6 O Father! grace and virtue grant; No more we wish, no more we want: To know, to serve Thee, and to love, Is peace below,--is bliss above.