4 Dry thou the mourner’s tear! Heal thou the wounds of time-hallowed affection; Grant to the widow and orphan protection; Be, in their trouble, a friend ever near; Dry thou the mourner’s tear! 5 Hear, Father, hear our prayer! Long hath thy goodness our footsteps attended; Be with the pilgrim whose journey is ended: When at thy summons for death we prepare, Hear, Father, hear our prayer! 588 11s & 5. Prayer of the contrite. From the recesses of a lowly spirit, Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it, Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness; Forgive its weakness! 2 We see thy hand: it leads us, it supports us; We hear thy voice: it counsels and it courts us: And then we turn away; and still thy kindness Forgives our blindness. 3 O, how long-suffering, Lord! but thou delightest To win with love the wandering; thou invitest, By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors, Man from his errors. 4 Father and Saviour! plant within each bosom The seeds of holiness, and bid them blossom In fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal, And spring eternal. 589 11s & 10s. Strengthened with might, etc. Eph 3:16. Father, to us thy children, humbly kneeling, Conscious of weakness, ignorance, sin and shame, Give such a force of holy thought and feeling, That we may live to glorify thy name; 2 That we may conquer base desire and passion, That we may rise from selfish thought and will, O’ercome the world’s allurement, threat and fashion, Walk humbly, gently, leaning on thee still. 3 Let all thy loving kindness which attends us, Let all thy mercy on our souls be sealed; Lord, if thou wilt, thy saving power can cleanse us; O, speak the word! thy servants shall be healed. 590 P. M. Lead thou me on. Shed kindly light amid the encircling gloom, And lead me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me on! Keep thou my feet: I do not ask to see The distant scene: one step enough for me. 2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst lead me on! I loved to choose and see my path; but now, Lead thou me on! I loved day’s dazzling light, and spite of fears Pride ruled my will: remember not past years! 3 So long thy power hath blessed me, surely still ’Twill lead me on! Through dreary doubt, through pain and sorrow, till The night is gone! And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile. ITS GROWTH AND FUTURE TRIUMPHS.