Come, my soul! thy suit prepare; Jesus loves to answer prayer; He himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay. 2 Thou art coming to a King, Large petitions with thee bring; For his grace and power are such, None can ever ask too much. 3 Lord! I come to thee for rest, Take possession of my breast; There thy blood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reign. 4 While I am a pilgrim here, Let thy love my spirit cheer; As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, Lead me to my journey's end. John Newton, 1779. 395 What a Friend We Have in Jesus. 8s & 7s. D. _The Privilege of Prayer._ What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear; What a privilege to carry Ev'rything to God in prayer! O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear, All because we do not carry Ev'rything to God in prayer! 2 Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged, Take it to the Lord in prayer. Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share? Jesus knows our ev'ry weakness, Take it to the Lord in prayer! 3 Are we weak and heavy laden, Cumbered with a load of care?-- Precious Savior, still our refuge,-- Take it to the Lord in prayer. Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? Take it to the Lord in prayer; In his firms he'll take and shield thee, Thou wilt find a solace there. Unknown. 396 The Lord's Prayer. _Chant._ Our Father who art in heaven, | Hallowed | be thy | name, || Thy kingdom come; thy will be done in | earth, as it | is in | heaven, 2 Give us this | day our | daily bread, || And forgive us our debts, as | we for- | give our | debtors. 3 Lead us not into temptation, but de- | liver | us from | evil; || For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for | ever. | A- | men. 397 Thatcher. S.M. _I. Tim. 2:8._ (1168) Come at the morning hour, Come, let us kneel and pray; Pray'r is the Christian pilgrim's staff To walk with God all day. 2 At noon beneath the Rock Of Ages, rest and pray; Sweet is that shelter from the sun In weary heat of day. 3 At evening, in thy home, Around its altar, pray; And finding there the house of God, With heaven then close the day. 4 When midnight veils our eyes, Oh, it is sweet to say, I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord! With thee to watch and pray. Anon. 398 Capello. S.M. _The Throne of Grace._ (801) Behold the throne of grace! The promise calls me near; There Jesus shows a smiling face, And waits to answer prayer. 2 That rich atoning blood, Which sprinkled round I see, Provides, for those who come to God, An all-prevailing plea. 3 My soul! ask what thou wilt; Thou canst not be too bold; Since his own blood for thee he spilt, What else can he withhold? 4 Thine, image, Lord! bestow, Thy presence and thy love; I ask to serve thee here below, And reign with thee above.