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PRAYER, the Churche's banquet, Angels'
age, God's breath in man returning to His
birth, The foul in paraphrase, heart in pil
grimage, The Christian plummet founding Heav'n and earth.
Engine against th' Almightie, finner's towre,
Reversed thunder, Chrift-side-piercing spear,
The fix-daies-world transpofing in an houre, A kinde of tune, which all things heare and fear.
Softnesse, and peace, and joy, and love, and blisse,
Exalted Manna, gladnesse of the best,
Heaven in ordinarie, man well drest, The milkie way, the bird of Paradise.
Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul's blood, The land of spices, something understood.
RAYER is the soul's fincere desire,
Utter'd or unexprefl'd;
That trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burthen of a figh,
The falling of a tear, • The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.
Prayer is the fimpleft form of speech
That infant lips can try;
The Majesty on high.
Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air,
Prayer is the contrite finner's voice,
Returning from his ways ;
And cry, “Behold he prays !”
The saints in prayer appear as one,
In word, and deed, and mind; While with the Father and the Son
Their fellowship they find.
is made on earth alone,
For finners intercedes.
o Thou by whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way!
JOME sweet favour of Thy favour
JENDER mercies on my way
Falling softly like the dew,
I will bless the Lord for you.
Though I have not all I would,
Though to greater bliss I go, Every present gift of good
To eternal love I owe.
Source of all that comforts me,
Well of joy for which I long,
Anna L. WARING.
OME, Brethren, let us go
On this wild desert ground.
Nor dread your journey's toils nor length,
Come, wander on with joy,
For shorter grows the way,
A little truth and love,
More free from earth, more apt to set
For this all things we dare,—
trow,Renouncing all that clogs our course, Or weighs us down below.
O world, thou art too small,
Whither Christ guides us ever nigher,
Friend of our perfect choice,
Thou Joy of all that live,
All beauty, Lord, we see,
In Him in whom we live and move,