96. P. M. Moore.

The Heart's Prayer.

1 As, down in the sunless retreats of the ocean,
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,
So, deep in my soul, the still prayer of devotion,
Unheard by the world, rises, silent, to Thee,
My God! silent, to Thee,--
Pure, warm, silent, to Thee.

2 As still to the star of its worship, though clouded,
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea,
So, dark when I roam, in this wintry world shrouded,
The hope of my spirit turns, trembling, to Thee,
My God! trembling, to Thee,--
True, sure, trembling, to Thee.

97. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous.

Pray Without Ceasing.

1 Go when the morning shineth,
Go when the noon 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.

4 O, not a joy or blessing
With this can we compare,--
The grace our Father gives us
To pour our souls in prayer:
Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness,
On Him who saveth, call!
Remember, in thy gladness,
His love who gave thee all.

98. 7s. M. Mrs. Hemans.

All Must Pray.

1 Child, amidst the flowers at play,
While the red light fades away;
Mother, with thine earnest eye,
Ever following silently;

2 Father, by the breeze of eve
Called thy daily toil to leave;
Pray! ere yet the dark hours be,
Lift the heart, and bend the knee!

3 Traveller in the stranger's land,
Far from thine own household band;
Mourner, hau