2 O help us, when our spirits bleed, With contrite anguish sore, And when our hearts are cold and dead, O help us, Lord, the more. 3 O help us through the prayer of faith More firmly to believe; For still the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive. 4 O help us, Father! from on high; We know no help but thee; O! help us so to live and die, As thine in heaven to be. 447. C. H. M. Anonymous. Come, let us Pray. 1 Come, let us pray: 'tis sweet to feel That God himself is near; That, while we at his footstool kneel, His mercy deigns to hear: Though sorrows cloud life's dreary way, This is our solace--let us pray. 2 Come, let us pray: the burning brow, The heart oppressed with care, And all the woes that throng us now, Will be relieved by prayer: Our God will chase our griefs away; O, glorious thought!--come, let us pray. 3 Come, let us pray: the mercy-seat Invites the fervent prayer. Our Heavenly Father waits to greet The contrite spirit there: O, loiter not, nor longer stay From him who loves us; let us pray. 448. L. M. Sir Walter Scott. Imploring the constant Presence of God. 1 When Israel of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her father's God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame. 2 By day, along th' astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow. 3 Thus, present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray! 4 And O, when gathers on our path, In shade and storm, the frequent night, Be thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light! 449. C. M. C. Wesley. Watchfulness. 1 I want a principle within Of jealous, godly fear; A sensibility of sin, A pain to find it near. 2 I want the first approach to feel Of pride, or fond desire; To catch the wandering of my will, And quench the kindling fire. 3 From thee that I no more may part, No more thy goodness grieve, The filial awe, the fleshly heart, The tender conscience give. 4 Quick as the apple of the eye, O God, my conscience make! Awake my soul when sin is nigh, And keep it still awake. 450. C. M. Smart. For Prudence and Wisdom. 1 Father of light! conduct my feet Through life's dark, dangerous road; Let each advancing step still bring Me nearer to my God. 2 Let heaven-eyed prudence be my guide; And, when I go astray, Recall my feet from folly's path To wisdom's better way.