I take the attitude of prayer, But not for gifts to plead; Thy bounty, far beyond desert, Has more than met my need; So, well content, I worship Thee In thought and word and deed. Thou bidst me ask, if I'd receive, And seek, if I would find; But surely Thou wilt not condemn A heart to trust inclined. Give what is best; Thou knowest all. How blest the quiet mind! I praise thee that in all the hours And moments, as they glide, Thy providence enfoldeth close; Thy blessings rich abide; And Thou dost keep in perfect peace Those who in thee confide. I praise thee for what seemeth good, And for what seemeth ill. Appearances are vain deceits; Above them stands thy will; By faith, not sight, thy children walk, In hottest fire hold still. Accept the off'ring that I lay In gladness at thy feet; My heart o'erflows with keenest joy, With ecstacy complete. Because, in all vicissitudes, Thy constancy I greet. Thou wilt not cease to love me well, Nor fail to hold me fast; Though pain may come, it cannot harm; My care on thee is cast, For future good he'll surely send Who sent so sweet a past. Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee, Praise runs the world around; And so this little heart of mine Shall ne'er in gloom be found, Rejoicing that all days and nights May with thy praise resound. --James Mudge. GO TELL JESUS Bury thy sorrow, The world has its share; Bury it deeply, Hide it with care. Think of it calmly When curtained by night; Tell it to Jesus, And all will be right. Tell it to Jesus, He knoweth thy grief; Tell it to Jesus, He'll send thee relief. Gather the sunlight Aglow on thy way; Gather the moonbeams, Each soft silver ray. Hearts grown aweary With heavier woe, Droop 'mid the darkness-- Go comfort them, go! Bury thy sorrow, Let others be blest; Give them the sunshine, Tell Jesus the rest. WE WILL PRAISE THEE Great Jehovah! we will praise thee, Earth and heaven thy will obey; Suns and systems move obedient To thy universal sway. Deep and awful are thy counsels; High and glorious is thy throne; Reigning o'er thy vast dominion, Thou art God and thou alone. In thy wondrous condescension Thou hast stooped to raise our race; Thou hast given to us a Saviour, Full of goodness and of grace. By his blood we are forgiven, By his intercession free, By his love we rise to glory There to reign eternally. God of Power--we bow before thee; God of Wisdom--thee we praise; God of Love--so kind and tender, We would praise thee all our days.