Saviour, when in dust to thee Low we bow th’ adoring knee: When repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our streaming eyes; O, by all thy pains and woe, Suffered once for man below, Bending from thy throne on high, Hear us when to thee we cry. 2 By thy birth and early years, By thy human griefs and fears, By thy fasting and distress In the lonely wilderness; By thy victory in the hour Of the subtle tempter’s power; Jesus look with pitying eye, Hear our humble, earnest cry. 3 By thine hour of dark despair, By thine agony of prayer, By thy purple robe of scorn, By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn, By thy cross, thy pangs and cries, By thy perfect sacrifice; Jesus, look with pitying eye, Listen to our humble cry. 4 By thy deep expiring groan, By thy sealed sepulchral stone, By thy triumph o’er the grave, By thy power from death to save: Dying, risen, ascended, Lord, To thy throne in heaven restored, Bending from thy throne on high, Hear us when to thee we cry. 579 7s & 6s. Evening, and morning, etc. Psalm 55:17. Go, when the morning shineth, Go, when the moon 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. 580 6s & 5s. After this manner pray ye. Matt. 6:9. Our Father in heaven, We hallow thy name! May thy kingdom holy On earth be the same! O give to us daily, Our portion of bread; It is from thy bounty That all must be fed. 2 Forgive our transgressions, And teach us to know That humble compassion That pardons each foe; Keep us from temptation, From weakness and sin, And thine be the glory For ever—Amen! 581 8s & 4s. The hour of prayer. My God! is any hour so sweet, From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to thy feet— The hour of prayer? 2 Blest is the tranquil hour of morn, And blest that hour of solemn eve, When, on the wings of prayer up-borne, The world I leave.