PRAYER AND ASPIRATION
|83||From Every Stormy Wind That Blows|
|(RETREAT. L. M.)|
|Hugh Stowell, 1828||Thomas Hastings, 1842|
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure re-treat;
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place than all beside more sweet;
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
Where friend holds fellowship with friend ;
Tho' sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.
And time and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down,our souls to greet,
|84||Lord, We Come Before Thee Now|
|(ST. BEES. 7,7,7,7)|
|Hammond William, 1745||John Bacchus Dykes, 1874|
At thy feet we humbly bow;
O do not our suit disdain,
Shall we seek thee, Lord in vain?
In compassion, now descend,
Fill our hearts with thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing thy praise.
That may joy and peace afford;
Let thy Spirit now impart
Full salvation to each heart.
Let the time of joy return;
Those that are cast down lift up,