1 While Thee I seek, protecting Power! Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the powers of thought bestowed; To Thee my thoughts would soar; Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed; That mercy I adore! 3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see! Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by Thee. 4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. 5 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet Thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart shall rest on Thee! 96. P. M. Moore. The Heart's Prayer. 1 As, down in the sunless retreats of the ocean, Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So, deep in my soul, the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises, silent, to Thee, My God! silent, to Thee,-- Pure, warm, silent, to Thee. 2 As still to the star of its worship, though clouded, The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So, dark when I roam, in this wintry world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns, trembling, to Thee, My God! trembling, to Thee,-- True, sure, trembling, to Thee. 97. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous. Pray Without Ceasing. 1 Go when the morning shineth, Go when the noon is bright, Go when the eve declineth, Go in the hush of night; Go with pure mind and feeling, Put earthly thoughts away, And, in God's presence kneeling, Do thou in secret pray. 2 Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee; Pray, too, for those who hate thee, If any such there be; Then for thyself, in meekness, A blessing humbly claim, And blend with each petition Thy great Redeemer's name. 3 Or, if 'tis e'er denied thee In solitude to pray, Should holy thoughts come o'er thee When friends are round thy way, E'en then, the silent breathing Thy spirit lifts above Will reach His throne of glory, Where dwells eternal love. 4 O, not a joy or blessing With this can we compare,-- The grace our Father gives us To pour our souls in prayer: Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness, On Him who saveth, call! Remember, in thy gladness, His love who gave thee all. 98. 7s. M. Mrs. Hemans. All Must Pray.