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In psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts

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REVISED EDITION.

BOSTON:

AMERICAN UNITARIAN ASSOCIATION. 1889.

Copyright,

By the American Unitarian Association. 1877.

University Press: John Wilson & Son, Cambridge.

PREFACE.

" | ^HIS book is a revised edition of the Hymn and Tune Book published by the American Unitarian Associa- tion in 1868.

The hymns and tunes that could best be spared are replaced by hymns and music, new and old, gathered from the ample resources supplied within the last ten years by composers and compilers of all denominations in England and America. To all whose contributions and labors have helped to enrich this book, our obligations are gratefully acknowledged.

While many hymns have been restored to their original text, some slight changes, established by familiar usage, have been accepted without note. Hymns with substantial varia- tions from the original are indicated by the sign f attached to the author's name.

The collection has been made catholic and inclusive for varying moods and experiences, and for manifold phases of thought. Its aim is to present within moderate size, and with appropriate music, the best hymns in the English tongue.

To all who desire, with Jesus of Nazareth, to worship one God as Father, believing that the substance of all true religion is love to God and man, this book is respectfully offered.

CONTENTS.

INTRODUCTION AND CLOSE OF WORSHIP. Hymns 1-188.

Adoration and Invocation, 1-43 ; Sunday and Sanctuary, Praise and Prayer, 44-128 ; Morning and Evening, 129-176, 251, 504, 865 ; Benediction, 177-1S8, 251, 504, 865.

GOD'S ATTRIBUTES AND PROVIDENCE. Hymns 189-335.

Te Deum, 2, 190 ; His Eternity, 189-192 ; In Nature, 193-203 ; His Fatherly Love and Guardian Care, 204-320; His Word and Holy Spirit, 300, 321-335, 387, 516, 545, 771.

CHRIST AND CHRISTIANITY. Hymns 336-489.

Birth and Mission, 336-353 ; Life and Teaching, 353-419 ; Death and Resurrection, 385-423, 749, 750, 864; Remembrance and Communion, 180, 368, 423-443, 754, 778; Christian Church and God's Kingdom, 444-489, 637, 799.

LIFE. Hymns 490-759.

Devout Aspiration, 490-502, 629, 648 ; Trust and Hope, 502-526 ; Confession and Con- secration, 527-563 ; Faith and Fidelity, 563-593 ; Brotherly Love, 593-601, 842 ; Chris- tian Warfare, 602-620 ; Resignation and Submission, 621-685 ; Life, Death, and Immortality, 686-759; 843-847.

MISCELLANEOUS. Hymns 760-885.

Our Country, 782-785, 806; Our Fathers, 783, 786, 807; Thanksgiving, 787-797; Reform, 610, 800-804; Temperance, 801, 809, 810 ; Baptism, 811-815; Sunday School, 816-818; Ordination, 819-820; Dedication, 821-825; Old and New Year, 769, 770, 826-834 ; Seasons, 835-838, 857 ; Social Anniversary, 839, 840 ; Decoration Day, 847 ; Easter, 385, &c, 750, 864 ; Whitsunday, 771; All Saints' Day, 843, &c. ; Christmas, 336, &c. ; The Lord's Prayer, 879 ; Chants, 850-885 ; Miscellaneous, 760-781, 841, &c.

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Index of Hymns 379

Tunes 389

Special Pieces, etc 391

Metres 392

Authors 395

Hymns and Tunes.

ADORATION AND PRAISE.

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Holy, holy, holy Lord God Almighty !

Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee ; Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty !

All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and

Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore thee,

Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea ;

Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Thou who wast, and art, and evermore shalt be !

Holy, holy, holy ! Though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see,

Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee, Infinite in power, in love, and purity !

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Thee we adore, eternal Lord ! We praise thy name with one accord ; Both heaven and earth do worship thee, Thou Father of eternity !

To thee aloud all angels cry,

The heavens and all the powers on high

Thee, holy, holy, holy King,

Lord God of Hosts, they ever sing.

The apostles join the glorious throng ; The prophets swell the immortal song ; The martyrs' noble army raise Eternal anthems to thy praise.

From day to day, O Lord, do we Highly exalt and honor thee ; Thy name we worship and adore, World without end for evermore.

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Vouchsafe, O Lord, we humbly pray, To keep us safe from sin this day : Have mercy, Lord : we trust in thee ; Oh, let us ne'er confounded be !

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Lo, God is here ! let us adore, And humbly bow before his face : Let all within us feel his power, Let all within us seek his grace.

Lo, God is here ! him day and night United choirs of angels sing ; To him, enthroned above all height, Heaven's host their noblest homage bring.

Being of beings ! may our praise Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill : Still may we stand before thy face, Still hear and do thy sovereign will.

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Before Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he destroy.

His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep, we

strayed, He brought us to his fold again.

We are his people, we his care, Our souls and all our mortal frame : What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name !

We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs ; High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

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Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love ; Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.

Isaac Watts. 1719. Alt. John Wesley. 1741.

J • Universal Praise. Ps. cxvii.

From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue.

Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word ; [shore, Thy praise shall sound from shore to Till suns shall rise and set no more.

Isaac Watts. 1718. Doxology.

Be thou, O God ! exalted high ; And, as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth displayed, Till thou art here, as there, obeyed.

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Come, thou Almighty King ! Help us thy name to sing ;

Help us to praise ! Father all-glorious, O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us,

Ancient of Days !

Come, thou all-gracious Lord, By heaven and earth adored,

Our prayer attend ! Come, and thy children bless ; Give thy good word success ; Make thine own holiness

On us descend.

Never from us depart ; Rule thou in every heart,

Hence, evermore. Thy sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity

Love and adore.

Charles Wesley.

Let there be Light.

Thou, whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard,

And took their flight ! Hear us, we humbly pray ; And, where the gospel day Sheds not its glorious ray,

Let there be light.

Thou, who didst come to bring, On thy redeeming wing,

Healing and sight ! Health to the sick in mind, Light to the inly blind, Oh, now to all mankind

Let there be light !

Descend thou from above, Spirit of truth and love, —

Speed on thy flight ! Move o'er the waters' face, Spirit of hope and grace, And in earth's darkest place

Let there be light !

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" Veni, Sancte Spiritus"

Come, Holy One, in love, Shed on us from above

Thine own bright ray ! Divinely good thou art ; Thy sacred gifts impart To gladden each sad heart ;

Oh, come to-day !

Come, tenderest Friend, and best, Our most delightful Guest,

With soothing power : Rest, which the weary know, Shade, 'mid the noontide glow, Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow,

Cheer us, this hour !

Come, Light serene, and still Our inmost bosoms fill ;

Dwell in each breast : We know no dawn but Thine ; Send forth Thy beams divine, On our dark souls to shine,

And make us blest !

Robert, King of France, io Tr. Ray Palmer. 1858.

I O. Speed on thy Word.

Lord of all power and might, Father of love and light,

Speed on thy word : Oh, let the gospel sound All the wide world around, Wherever man is found !

God speed his word.

Hail, blessed Jubilee ! Thine, Lord, the glory be ;

Praise ye the Lord ! One for his truth we stand, Strong in his own right hand, Firm as a martyr-band :

God shield his word.

Onward shall be our course, Despite of fraud or force ;

God is before : His word ere long shall run Free as the noon-day sun ; His purpose must be done :

God bless his word.

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" Lord, thy glory fills the heaven ;

Earth is with its fulness stored ; Unto thee be glory given,

Holy, holy, holy Lord ! " Heaven is still with anthems ringing ;

Earth takes up the angels' cry, " Holy, holy, holy," singing,

" Lord of hosts, the Lord most High ! "

Ever thus in God's high praises,

Brethren, let our tongues unite, Whilst our thoughts his greatness raises,

And our love his gifts excite. With his seraph train before him,

With his holy church below, Thus unite we to adore him,

Bid we thus our anthem flow : —

" Lord, thy glory fills the heaven ;

Earth is with its fulness stored ; Unto thee be glory given,

Holy, holy, holy Lord ! Thus, thy glorious name confessing,

We adopt the angels' cry, 'Holy, holy, holy,' — blessing

Thee, the Lord our God most High ! "

Bp. Richard Mant. 1S37.

1 Z, • Universal Praise to God.

Praise to thee, thou great Creator !

Praise be thine from every tongue ! Join, my soul, with every creature,

Join the universal song. Father, Source of all compassion !

Free unbounded grace is thine : Hail the God of our salvation !

Praise him for his love divine.

For ten thousand blessings given,

For the hope of future joy, Sound his praise through earth and heaven,

Sound Jehovah's praise on high. Joyfully on earth adore him,

Till in heaven our song we raise ; There enraptured fall before him,

Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

John Fawcett. 1767. I v Tlie Peace of God.

Peace of God, which knows no measure,

Heavenly sunlight of the soul, Peace beyond all earthly treasure,

Come and all our hearts control ! Come, almighty to deliver !

Naught shall make us then afraid ; We will trust in thee for ever,

Thou on whom our hope is stayed !

Anon.

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1 ZL. Redeeming Love.

Father, source of every blessing, Tune my heart to grateful lays :

Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for ceaseless songs of praise.

Teach me some melodious measure, Sung by raptured saints above ;

Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, While I sing redeeming love.

Thou didst seek me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold above ;

Thou, to save my soul from danger, Didst redeem me with thy love.

By thy hand restored, defended,

Safe through life thus far I've come :

Safe, O Lord ! when life is ended, Bring me to my heavenly home.

Robert Robinson. 1 'j 1 Praise tlie Lord.

Praise the Lord ; ye heavens, adore him ;

Praise him, angels, in the height ; Sun and moon, rejoice before him ;

Praise him, all ye stars of light.

Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken ;

Worlds his mighty voice obeyed : Laws, which never can be broken,

For their guidance he hath made.

Praise the Lord, for he is glorious ;

Never shall his promise fail : God hath made his saints victorious ;

Sin and death shall not prevail.

Praise the God of our salvation ;

Hosts on high his power proclaim ; Heaven and earth, and all creation,

Praise and magnify his name.

John Kempthorne. 18 10. 1 O • The Benediction of Peace.

Father, give thy benediction, Give thy peace, before we part ;

Still our minds with truth's conviction, Calm with trust each anxious heart.

Let thy voice, with sweet commanding, Bid our griefs and struggles end :

Peace which passeth understanding On our waiting spirits send.

Anon.

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The common home of rich and poor, Of bond and free, and great and small ; Large as thy love for evermore, And warm and bright and good to all.

And dwell thou with us in this place, Thou and thy Christ, to guide and bless ! Here make the well-springs of thy grace Like fountains in the wilderness.

May thy whole truth be spoken here ; Thy gospel light for ever shine ; Thy perfect love cast out all fear, And human life become divine.

Robert Collyer. 1873. I Q, Close of ' tlie Service-

Come, Christians, brethren, ere we part, Join every voice and every heart ; One solemn hymn to God we raise, One final song of grateful praise.

Christians, we here may meet no more, But there is yet a happier shore ; And there, released from toil and pain, Soon, brethren, we may meet again.

Henry Kirke White. 1806.

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Great God, the followers of thy Son, We bow before thy mercy-seat, To worship thee, the Holy One, And pour our wishes at thy feet.

Oh, grant thy blessing here to-day ! Oh, give thy people joy and peace ! The tokens of thy love display, And favor that shall never cease.

We seek the truth which Jesus brought ; His path of light we long to tread ; Here be his holy doctrines taught, And here their purest influence shed.

May faith and hope and love abound ; Our sins and errors be forgiven ; And we, in thy great day, be found Children of God and heirs of heaven !

H. Ware, Jr. I Oi Invocation.

Unto thy temple, Lord, we come With thankful hearts to worship thee ; And pray that this may be our home Until we touch eternity : —

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2 O. Tfo Spirit that ktlpctk our Infirmities.

Spirit of power, and truth, and love, Who sitt'st enthroned in light above, Descend, and bear us on thy wings Far from these low and fleeting things.

'Tis thine the wounded soul to heal ; 'Tis thine to make the hardened feel ; Thine to give light to blinded eyes, And bid the earth-bound spirit rise.

Compassed by foes on every side, By sin and sore temptation tried, Where can we look or whither flee, If not, great Strengthened to thee ?

Come, Holy Spirit, like the fire, With burning zeal our souls inspire ; Come, like the south wind, breathing balm, Our joys refresh-, our passions calm ;

Come like the sun's enlightening beam ; Come like the cooling, cleansing stream ; With all thy graces present be : Spirit of God, we wait for thee.

Wiljiam Lindsay Alexander. 1849.

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The Lord of Life.

Lord of all being, throned afar, Thy glory flames from sun and star ; Centre and soul of every sphere, Yet to each loving heart how near !

Sun of our life, thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day : Star of our hope, thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night.

Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ; Our noontide is thy gracious dawn ; Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign : All, save the clouds of sin, are thine.

Lord of all life, below, above, Whose light is truth, whose warmth is Before thy ever-blazing throne [love ! We ask no lustre of our own.

Grant us thy truth to make us free, And kindling hearts that burn for thee, Till all thy living altars claim One holy light, one heavenly flame.

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O God, whose presence glows in all Within, around us, and above ! Thy word we bless, thy name we call, Whose word is Truth, whose name is Love.

That truth be with the heart believed Of all who seek this sacred place ; With power proclaimed, in peace re- ceived, — Our spirits' light, thy Spirit's grace.

That love its holy influence pour, To keep us meek and make us free, And throw its binding blessing more Round each with all, and all with thee.

Send down its angel to our side ; Send in its calm upon the breast : For we would know no other guide, And we can need no other rest.

N. L. Frothingham. 2 A • Universal Worship.

O Thou to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing

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Not now on Zion's height alone Thy favored worshipper may dwell ; Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son Sat weary by the patriarch's well.

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Ere to the world again we go, Its pleasures, cares, and idle show, Thy grace once more, O God, we crave, From folly and from sin to save.

Oh may the influence of this day Long as our memory with us stay, And as an angel guardian prove, To guide us to our home above !

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2 ^ • Come, Holy Spirit.

Thou Source divine of life and light, Whose beams disperse the shades of night ! Oh, show us, Lord of light and grace, The brightness of thy loving face.

Come, holy Sun of heavenly love, Come in thy radiance from above, And to our inward hearts convey Thy Holy Spirit's cloudless ray.

Wilt thou our actions deign to bless, And loose the bonds of wickedness ; From sudden falls our feet defend, And guide us safely to the end.

May faith, deep rooted in the soul, Subdue our flesh, our minds control ; May guile depart, and discord cease, And all within be joy and peace.

Oh, hallowed thus be every day ; Let meekness be our morning ray ; Our faith like noontide splendor glow, Our souls the twilight never know.

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Spirit of Truth, who makest bright All souls that long for heavenly light, Appear, and on my darkness shine ; Descend, and be my Guide divine.

Spirit of Power, whose might doth dwell Full in the souls thou lovest well, Unto this fainting heart draw near, And be my daily Quickener.

Spirit of Joy, who makest glad Each broken heart by sin made sad, Pour on this mourning soul thy cheer ; Give me to bless my Comforter.

O tender Spirit, who dost mourn Whene'er from thee thy people turn, Give me each day to grieve thee less ; Enjoy my fuller faithfulness :

Till thou shalt make me meet to bear The sweetness of heaven's holy air, The light wherein no darkness is, The eternal, overflowing bliss !

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Where ancient forests widely spread, Where bends the cataract's ocean-fall, On the lone mountain's silent head, — There are thy temples, God of all !

All space is holy, for all space Is filled by thee ; but human thought Burns clearer in some chosen place, Where thine own words of love are taught.

Here be they taught ; and may we know That faith thy servants knew of old, Which onward bears, thro' weal or woe, Till death the gates of heaven unfold !

Xor we alone : may those whose brow Shows yet no trace of human cares Hereafter stand where we do now. And raise to thee still holier prayers !

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When* Israel, of the Lord beloved. Out from the land of bondage came, Her fathers' God before her moved. An awful guide, in smoke and flame.

By day, along the astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night. Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow.

Thus present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray.

And oh ! when gathers on our path, In shade and storm, the frequent night, Be thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light.

Sir Walter Scott, ifao. 2 Q, Christian Faremdl.

Thy presence, ever-living God, Wide through all nature spreads abroad ; Thy watchful eyes, which never sleep, In ever}- place thy children keep.

To thee we now commit our ways. And still implore thy heavenly grace ; Still cause thy face on us to shine, And guard and guide us stilr as thine.

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3 O. Public Worship. Ps. xcv.

Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our almighty King ; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's Rock we praise.

Into his presence let us haste, To thank him for his favors past ; To him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to his name belongs.

The depths of earth are in his hand, Her secret wealth at his command ; The strength of hills, that threat the skies, Subjected to his empire lies.

The rolling ocean's vast abyss By the same sovereign right is his ; 'Tis moved by his almighty hand, That formed and fixed the solid land.

Oh, let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there ; Down on our knees devoutly, all, Before the Lord our Maker fall.

Tate and Brady. 1696.

^ I, Thanksgiving and Holiness. Ps. cvi.

Oh, render thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love ; Whose mercy firm through ages past Has stood, and shall for ever last.

Who can his mighty deeds express, Not only vast, but numberless ? What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise ?

Happy are they, and only they, Who from thy judgments never stray ; WTho know what's right ; nor only so, But always practise what they know.

Extend to me that favor, Lord, Thou to thy chosen dost afford : When thou return'st to set them free, Let thy salvation visit me.

Then render thanks to God above, And praise him by a life of love ; They praise him best, who best obey, And never from his precepts stray.

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Oh, worship the King, all-glorious above !

Oh, gratefully sing his power and his love ! Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days, Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.

Oh, tell of his might, oh, sing of his grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space ! His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form, And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.

Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ?

It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plains, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rains.

Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,

In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail ; Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend .'

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Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul, Nor let thy feet falter from terror's control : God loves not the sadness of fear and mistrust ; Oh, serve him with gladness, — the Loving and Just !

His bounty is tender, his being is love ;

His smile fills with splendor the blue arch above :

Confiding, believing, oh, enter always

His courts with thanksgiving, his portals with praise !

Come not to his temple with pride in thy mien, But lowly and simple, in courage serene ; Bring meekly before him the faith of a child, Bow down and adore him with heart undefiled !

A. A. Acquaint thee with God.

Acquaint thee, O Spirit, acquaint thee with God, And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road ; And peace, like the dew, shall descend round thy head, And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.

Acquaint thee, O Spirit, acquaint thee with God, And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad ; Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path, Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death. J5

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WORSHIP AND PRAISE.

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Lord, what offering shall we bring, At thine altars, when we bow ? — Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring Whence the kind affections flow ; Soft compassion's feeling soul By the melting eye expressed ; Sympathy, at whose control Sorrow leaves the wounded breast ;

Willing hands to lead the blind, Bind the wounded, feed the poor; Love, embracing all our kind ; Charity, with liberal store. Teach us, O thou heavenly King, Thus to show our grateful mind, Thus the accepted offering bring, — Love to thee and all mankind.

John Taylor. 1795.

36.

Lowly Praise.

Lord, in heaven, thy dwelling-place, Hear the praises of our race, And, while hearing, let thy grace Dews of sweet forgiveness pour ;

While we know, benignant King, That the praises which we bring Are a worthless offering Till thy blessing makes it more.

More of truth and more of might, More of .love and more of light, More of reason and of right, From thy pardoning grace be given. It can make the humblest song Sweet, acceptable, and strong As the strains the angels' throng Pour around the throne of heaven.

Sir John Bowring.

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A Blessing desired.

Father, bless thy word to all ; Quick and powerful let it prove : Oh, may sinners hear thy call ! Let thy people grow in love. Thine own gracious message bless, — Follow it with power divine ; Give the gospel great success : Thine the work, the glory thine.

,g Thomas Kelly.

MESSIAH.

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Lord of hosts, divinely fair, E'en on earth, thy temples are ; Here thy waiting people see Much of heaven, and much of thee. From thy gracious presence flows Bliss that softens all our woes ; While thy Spirit's holy fire Warms our hearts with pure desire.

Here we bow before thy throne, Here thou mak'st thy glories known ; Here we learn thy righteous ways, Taste thy love and sing thy praise. Thus with sacred songs of joy We our happy lives employ ; Love, and long to love thee more, So from earth to heaven we soar.

3 Daniel Turner.

CJ . The House of Prayer.

In this peaceful house of prayer, Stronger faith, O God, we seek ; Here we bring each earthly care, Thou the strengthening message speak. In our greatest trials we, Calm, through thee, the way have trod : In the smallest, may we feel Thou art still our Helper-God !

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Of thy presence and thy love We more steadfast feeling need, Till the high and holy thought Hallow every simplest deed. In our work and in our homes Christian men we fain would be ; Learn how daily life affords Noblest opportunity.

Hymns of the Spirit. A O. The L ight of L ife-

Light of life, seraphic Fire, Love divine, thyself impart ; Every fainting soul inspire ; Enter every drooping heart : Every mournful spirit cheer ; Scatter all our doubt and gloom ; Father, in thy grace appear, To thy human temples come !

Come, in this accepted hour, Bring thy heavenly kingdom in ; Fill us with thy glorious power, Rooting out the seeds of sin : Nothing more can we require, We can rest in nothing less ; Be thou all our hearts' desire, All our joy and all our peace.

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Holy, holy, holy Lord ! In the highest heaven adored, Dwelling in the loving heart, Surely thou our Father art : From thy love our spirits came ; — Father, hallowed be thy name ! In our spirits may we feel Filial love, thy Spirit's seal ; Then, in all our want or wealth, Joy or sorrow, pain or health, Still our prayer shall be the same ; Father, hallowed be thy name ! Living near to thee alway, Thy command may we obey, Gladly by thy hand be led, Seek from thee our daily bread, While our daily prayer we frame, — Father, hallowed be thy name !

/}__»• " Oh, give Thanks unto the Lord !"

Oh, give thanks to Him who made Morning light and evening shade ! Source and Giver of all good, Nightly sleep and daily food ! Quickener of our wearied powers, Guard of our unconscious hours !

Anon.

Oh, give thanks to nature's King, Who made every breathing thing ! His our warm and sentient frame ; His the mind's immortal flame ; Oh, how close the ties that bind Spirits to the Eternal Mind !

Oh, give thanks with heart and lip, For we are his workmanship, And all creatures are his care ; Not a bird that cleaves the air Falls unnoticed ; — but who can Speak the Father's love to man !

Josiah Conder. A A. . Doxology.

Mighty God, we worship thee ; Lord, we praise thy power tremendous ; All the earth doth worship thee, And admire thy works stupendous. As thou wast in days of yore Shalt thou be for evermore.

Cherubim and Seraphim, — All to whom a voice is given, — Sing to thee a joyful hymn : Angels, serving thee in heaven, With one voice continually " Holy, holy, holy," cry.

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Safely through another week God has brought us on our way : Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in his courts to-day, — Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest.

While we seek supplies of grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciling face ; Take away our sin and shame : From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee !

Here we come thy name to praise, Let us feel thy presence near ; May thy glory meet our eyes, While we in thy house appear ! Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast.

May the gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints, Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief from all complaints : Thus let all our sabbaths prove, Till we join the Church above.

Rev. John Newton.

ZJ_ ^ • Rest here, and above.

Hail, thou bright and sacred morn, Risen with gladness in thy beams : Light, which not of earth is born, From thy dawn in glory streams ; Airs of heaven are breathed around, And each place is holy ground.

Sad and weary were our way, Fainting oft beneath our load, But for thee, thou blessed day, Resting-place on life's rough road : Here flow forth the streams of grace, Strengthened hence we run our race. Soon, too soon, the sweet repose Of this day of God will cease ; Soon this glimpse of heaven will close, Vanish soon the hours of peace ; Soon return the toil, the strife, All the weariness of life.

But the rest which yet remains

For thy people, Lord, above,

Knows nor change, nor fears, nor pains,

Endless as their Father's love :

Oh, may every Sabbath here

Bring us to that rest more near !

Julia Anne Elliott. 1835.

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46. Humble Worship.

When before thy throne we kneel, Filled with awe and holy fear, Teach us, O our God, to feel All thy sacred presence near.

Check each proud and wandering thought, When on thy great name we call : Man is naught, is less than naught ; Thou, our God, art all in all.

Weak, imperfect creatures, we In this vale of darkness dwell, Yet presume -to look to thee 'Midst thy light ineffable.

Oh, receive the praise that dares Seek thy heaven-exalted throne ! Bless our offerings, hear our prayers, Infinite and Holy One !

Sir John Bowring. A J . Glory to God.

Glory be to God on high, God whose glory fills the sky ; Peace on earth to man forgiven, Man, the well beloved of Heaven.

Favored mortals, raise the song ; Endless thanks to God belong ; Hearts, o'erflowing with his praise, Join the hymns your voices raise.

Mark the wonders of his hand, — Power, no empire can withstand ; Wisdom, angels' glorious theme ; Goodness, one eternal stream.

Gracious Being, from thy throne Send thy promised blessings down ; Let thy light, thy truth, thy peace Bid our raging passions cease.

John Taylor. ZLO. Even-Song.

Leaning on Thy tender care, Thou hast led my soul aright : Fervent was my morning prayer, Joyful is my song to-night.

O my Father, Guardian true ! All my life is thine to keep ; At thy feet my work I do, In thine arms I fall asleep.

Anna L. Waring, 1850.

INVOCATION.

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Lord, before thy presence come, Bow we down with holy fear : Call our erring footsteps home, Let us feel that thou art near.

Wandering thoughts and languid powers Come not where devotion kneels ; Let the soul expand her stores, Glowing with the joy she feels.

At the portals of thine house, We resign our earth-born cares : Nobler thoughts our souls engross, Songs of praise and fervent prayers.

John Taylor. S O. Invocation.

Sovereign and transforming Grace ! We invoke thy quickening power; Reign, the spirit of this place ; Bless the purpose of this hour.

Holy and creative Light ! We invoke thy kindling ray ; Dawn upon our spirits' night, Turn our darkness into day.

Give the struggling peace for strife, Give the doubting light for gloom ; Speed the living into life, Warn the dying of their doom.

Work in all ; in all renew Day by day the life divine ; All our wills to thee subdue, All our hearts to thee incline !

Frederic Henry Hedge. SI* He shall give his A ngels Charge over thee.

They, who on the Lord rely, Safely dwell, though danger's nigh ; Lo, his sheltering wings are spread O'er each faithful servant's head.

Vain temptation's wily snare ; They shall be the Father's care : Harmless flies the shaft by day, Or in darkness wings its way.

When they wake, or when they sleep, Angel guards their vigils keep ; Death and danger may be near, Faith and love can never fear.

2 1 Harriet Auber. 1829

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DIVINE WORSHIP.

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W 2, • Divine Love.

Love divine, all love excelling,

Joy of heaven, to earth come down Fix in us thy humble dwelling,

All thy faithful mercies crown. Father, thou art all compassion, —

Pure unbounded love thou art ; Visit us with thy salvation,

Enter every longing heart.

Breathe, oh, breathe thy loving Spirit

Into every troubled breast ; Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find, thy promised rest. Come, almighty to deliver,

Let us all thy life receive ; Graciously come down, and never,

Never more thy temples leave.

Charles Wesley, i

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j • The Lord is in his Holy Temple.

God is in his holy temple :

Earthly thoughts, be silent now, While with reverence we assemble,

And before his presence bow. He is with us now and ever,

When we call upon his name, Aiding every good endeavor,

Guiding every upward aim.

God is in his holy temple, —

In the pure and holy mind ; In the reverent heart and simple ;

In the soul from sense refined : Then let every low emotion

Banished far and silent be, And our souls in pure devotion,

Lord, be temples worthy thee !

Anon.

s A, The Salutation of Peace.

Peace be to this congregation !

Peace to every heart therein ! Peace, the earnest of salvation ;

Peace, the fruit of conquered sin ; Peace, that speaks the heavenly Giver ;

Peace, to worldly minds unknown ; Peace, that floweth, as a river,

From the eternal Source alone.

O thou God of Peace, be near us,

Fix within our hearts thy home ; With thy bright appearing cheer us,

In thy blessed freedom come. Come with all thy revelations,

Truth which we so long have sought ; Come with thy deep consolations,

Peace of God which passeth thought !

2 2 Wesleyan.

LOVE DIVINE.

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Father ! breathe an evening blessing,

Ere repose our spirits seal ; Sin and want we come confessing,

Thou canst save, and thou canst heal. Though destruction walk around us,

Though the arrow past us fly, Angel-guards from thee surround us ;

We are safe, if thou art nigh.

Though the night be dark and dreary,

Darkness cannot hide from thee ; Thou art he, who, never weary,

Watchest where thy people be. Should swift death this night o'ertake us,

And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heaven awake us,

Clad in light and deathless bloom.

James Edmeston. 1820.

GREENVILLE.

> 0» Praise for Divine Grace.

Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee

For the bliss thy love bestows, For the loving grace that saves me,

And the peace that from it flows. Help, O God, my weak endeavor,

This dull soul to rapture raise ; Thou must light the flame, or never

Can my love be warmed to praise.

Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling

Vainly would my lips express ; Low before thy footstool kneeling,

Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless. Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,

Love's pure flame within me raise ; And since words can never measure,

Let my life show forth thy praise.

Francis Scott Key. 1857.

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DIVINE WORSHIP.

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Holy FatJier, thou hast taught me

I should live to thee alone ; Year by year, thy hand hath brought me

On through dangers oft unknown. When I wandered, thou hast found me ;

When I doubted, sent me light ; Still thine arm has been around me,

All my paths were in thy sight.

I would trust in thy protecting,

Wholly rest upon thine arm, Follow wholly thy directing,

Thou mine only guard from harm ! Keep me from mine own undoing,

Help me turn to thee when tried, Still my footsteps, Father, viewing,

Keep me ever at thy side !

k O • Joy and Peace.

Holy Spirit, source of gladness,

Come with all thy radiance bright ; O'er our weariness and sadness

Breathe thy life, and shed thy light ! Send us thine illumination,

Banish all our fears at length ; Rest upon this congregation,

Spirit of unfailing Strength !

Anon.

Let that love, which knows no measure,

Now in quickening showers descend, Bringing us the richest treasure

Man can wish or God can send \ Hear our earnest supplication ;

Every struggling heart release ; Rest upon this congregation,

Spirit of untroubled Peace.

Paul Gerhardt and Samuel Longfellow.

CQ, Trust in God.

Oh, how kindly hast thou led me,

Heavenly Father, day by day ; Found my dwelling, clothed and fed me,

Furnished friends to cheer my way ! Didst thou bless me, didst thou chasten,

With thy smile, or with thy rod, 'Twas that still my step might hasten

Homeward, heavenward, to my God.

Oh, how slowly have I often

Followed where thy hand would draw ! How thy kindness failed to soften !

How thy chastening failed to awe ! Make me for thy rest more ready,

As thy path is longer trod ; Keep me in thy friendship steady,

Till thou call me home, my God.

' . Thomas Grinfield.

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Welcome, welcome, quiet morning,

Welcome is this holy day ; Now the sabbath morn, returning,

Shows a week has passed away. Let us think how time is gliding :

Soon the longest life departs ; Nothing human is abiding,

Save the love of humble hearts.

Love to God, and to our neighbor,

Makes our purest happiness ; Vain the wish, the care, the labor,

Earth's poor trifles to possess. Swift our life's vain dreams are passing;

Like the startled dove they fly, Or the clouds, each other chasing

Over yonder quiet sky.

Father, now one prayer we raise thee :

Give an humble, grateful heart ; Never let us cease to praise thee,

Never from thy fear depart. Then, when years have gathered o'er us,

And the world is sunk in shade, Heaven's bright realm will rise before us ;

There our treasure will be laid.

Anon.

O '-'. Surrounding the Mercy-Seat.

Far from mortal cares retreating,

Sordid hopes and. vain desires, Here, our willing footsteps meeting,

Every heart to heaven aspires. From the Fount of glory beaming,

Light celestial cheers our eyes ; Mercy from above proclaiming,

Peace and pardon from the skies.

Who may share this great salvation ?

Every pure and humble mind ; Every kindred, tongue, and nation,

From the dross of guilt refined : Blessings all around bestowing,

God withholds his care from none Grace and mercy ever flowing

From the fountain of his throne.

Every stain of guilt abhorring,

Firm and bold in virtue's cause ; Still thy Providence adoring,

Faithful subjects to thy laws, — Lord, with favor still attend us,

Bless us with thy wondrous love ; Thou, our sun and shield, defend us :

All our hope is from above.

John Taylor.

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Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known ; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.

The sorrows of the mind Be banished from the place ; Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less.

The men of grace have found Glory begun below : Celestial fruits, on earthly ground, From faith and hope may grow.

Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry : We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.

Isaac Watts. 1709.

63.

This is the Love of God.

Blest be thy love, dear Lord, That taught us this sweet way, Only to love thee for thyself, And for that love obey.

O thou, our souls' chief hope ! We to thy mercy fly : Where'er we are, thou canst protect, Whate'er we need, supply.

Whether we sleep or wake, To thee we both resign ; By night we see, as well as day, If thy light on us shine.

Whether we live or die, Both we submit to thee ; In death we live, as well as life, If thine in death we be.

John Austin.

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Seeking God. Ps. lxiii.

My God, permit my tongue This joy, to call thee mine ; And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine.

For life without thy love No relish can afford ; No joy can be compared with this, To serve and please the Lord.

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Isaac Watts. 1719.

Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies, And on thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies.

The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps I follow where my Father leads, And he supports my steps.

Isaac Watts. 1719.

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Come, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing ; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King.

He formed the deeps unknown ; He gave the seas their bound ; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground.

Come, worship at his throne, Come, bow before the Lord : We are his work, and not our own ; He formed us by his word.

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Praise-

Stand up, and bless the Lord, Ye people of his choice ; Stand up, and bless the Lord your Go'd, With heart and soul and voice.

Though high above all praise, Above all blessing high, Who would not fear his holy name, And laud and magnify ?

Oh for the living flame, From his own altar brought, To touch our lips, our minds inspire, And raise to heaven our thought !

Stand up, and bless the Lord ; The Lord your God adore ; Stand up, and bless his glorious name, Henceforth, for evermore.

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Come at the morning hour, — Come, let us kneel and pray : Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff, To walk with God all day.

At noon, beneath the Rock Of Ages, rest and pray : Sweet is that shelter from the heat, When the sun smites by day.

At evening, shut thy door, Round the home altar pray ; And, finding there the house of God, At heaven's gate close the day.

When midnight veils our eyes, Oh, it is sweet to say,

1 sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord,

With thee to watch and pray !

James Montgomery. 1833. DO. God working in the Soul.

'Tis God the spirit leads In paths before unknown : The work to be performed is ours ; The strength is all his own.

Assisted by his grace, We still pursue our way ; And hope at last to reach the prize, Secure in endless day.

'Tis he that works to will ; 'Tis he that works to do : His is the power by which we act ; His be the glory too.

Christian Psalmist. O Q. TJie Fountain of Living Waters- — Jer. ii. 13.

The fountain in its source No drought of summer fears ; The farther it pursues its course, The nobler it appears.

But shallow cisterns yield A scanty, short supply ; The morning sees them amply filled ; At evening they are dry.

The cisterns I forsake, O Fount of Life, for thee ; My thirst with living waters slake, And drink eternity.

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Emily Taylor. 7 I . The Sabbath.

Lord, in this sacred hour, Within thy courts, we bend, And bless thy love, and own thy power, Our Father and our Friend !

But thou art not alone In courts by mortals trod, Nor only is the day thine own When man draws near to God.

Thy temple is the arch Of yon unmeasured sky ; Thy sabbath, the stupendous march Of grand eternity.

Lord, may that holier day Dawn on thy servants' sight ; And purer worship may we pay In heaven's unclouded light !

Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch.

7 O • Invitation to the House of God.

Come to the house of prayer, O thou afflicted, come ; The God of peace shall meet thee there ; He makes that house his home.

Come to the house of praise, Ye who are happy now ; In sweet accord your voices raise, In kindred homage bow.

Ye aged, hither come, For ye have felt his love ; Soon shall ye lift a holier song In fairer courts above.

Ye young, before his throne, Come, bow ; your voices raise ; Let not your hearts his praise disown Who gives the power to praise.

Thou, whose benignant eye In mercy looks on all ; Who seest the tear of misery,

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72. The Hour of Prayer.

It is the hour of prayer : Draw near and bend the knee, And fill the calm and holy air With voice of melody !

O'erwearied with the heat And burden of the day, Now let us rest our wandering feet, And gather here to pray.

The dark and deadly blight That walks at noontide hour, The midnight arrow's secret flight, O'er us have had no power :

But smiles from loving eyes Have been around our way, And lips on which a blessing lies Have bidden us to pray.

Oh, blessed is the hour That lifts our hearts on high ! Like sunlight when the tempests lower, Prayer to the soul is nigh ;

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Away, far, far away, From thoughts by passion given, Fold me in blue, still, cloudless day, O blessed thoughts of heaven !

Come in my tempted hour, Sweet thoughts, and yet again O'er sinful wish and memory shower Your soft, effacing rain ;

Waft me where gales divine With dark clouds ne'er have striven, Where living founts for ever shine, O blessed thoughts of heaven !

Felicia Hemans.

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This is the day of rest ! Our failing strength renew ; On aching brow and troubled breast Shed thou thy freshening dew.

This is the day of peace ! Thy peace our spirits fill ! Bid thou the blasts of discord cease, The waves of strife be still.

This is the day of prayer ! Let earth to heaven draw near : Lift up our hearts to seek thee there ; Come clown to meet us here.

This is the first of days ! Send forth thy quickening breath, And wake dead souls to love and praise, O Lord of life and death !

John Ellerton. 1867.

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Our heavenly Father, hear The prayer we offer now ! Thy name be hallowed far and near, To thee all nations bow.

Thy kingdom come ; thy will On earth be done in love, As saints and seraphim fulfil Thy perfect law above.

Our daily bread supply, While by thy word we live ; The guilt of our iniquity Forgive as we forgive.

From dark temptation's power Our feeble hearts defend j Deliver in the evil hour, And guide us to the end.

Thine, then, for ever be Glory and power divine ; The sceptre, throne, and majesty Of heaven and earth are thine.

James Montgomery. 1825

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This day let grateful praise ascend To thee, our Father and our Friend ; Thee, Author of this holy light ; [might ! Thee, throned in boundless power and

Oh, let the sacred hours be given To truth, to duty, and to heaven ! While trusting faith and holy love Rise fervent to thy throne above.

The silent prayer, the contrite sigh, The chastened heart, the filial eye, Shall rise, a holy gift to thee, And at thy throne accepted be.

Grant that our earthly sabbaths be But dawnings of eternity, To shadow forth that glorious rest, The heavenly quiet of the blest.

M. W. Hale. / / . Lord's Day Morning.

Another six days' work is done ; Another sabbath is begun : Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day which God hath blest.

Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies, And draw from heaven that sweet repose Which none but he that feels it knows !

This heavenly calm within the breast Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the Church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains.

In holy duties let the day, In holy pleasures, pass away : How sweet a sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end !

Joseph Stennett. 1713. J O . Spiritual Worship.

O Lord, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat ; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground.

For thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind : Such ever bring thee where they come, And, going, take thee to their home.

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Here may we prove the power of prayer, To strengthen faith and sweeten care ; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes.

William Cowper. 1769. 7Q. Invocation.

Thou Power and Peace, in whom we find All holiest strength, all purest love, The rushing of the mighty wind, The brooding of the gentle dove !

For ever lend thy sovereign aid, And urge us on, and keep us thine ; Nor leave the hearts which thou hast made Fit temples of thy grace divine.

Nor let us quench thy saving light ; But still with softest breathings stir Our wayward souls, and lead us right, O Holy Spirit, Comforter !

Cecil Frances Alexander. 1858.

O O. Following after God.

0 God, thou art my God alone ; Early to thee my soul shall cry, A pilgrim in a land unknown,

A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.

Yet, through this rough and thorny maze,

1 follow hard on thee, my God : Thine hand unseen upholds my ways ; I lean upon thy staff and rod.

Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember, on my bed, Thy presence makes. the darkness light; Thy guardian wings are round my head.

Better than life itself thy love, Dearer than all beside to me ; For whom have I in heaven above, Or what on earth, compared with thee ?

Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all thy mercy, I will give ; My soul shall still in God rejoice ; My tongue shall bless thee while I live.

James Montgomery.

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Our Father, — God, not face to face May mortal sense commune with thee, Nor lift the curtains of that place Where dwells thy secret majesty.

Yet wheresoe'er our spirits bend In reverent faith and humble prayer, Thy promised blessing will descend, And we shall find thy spirit there.

Lord, be the spot, where now we meet, An open gateway into heaven ; Here may we sit at Jesus' feet, And feel our deepes't sins forgiven.

Here may desponding care look up, And sorrow lay its burden down ; Or learn of him to drink the cup, To bear the cross, and win the crown.

E. H. Chapin. O -. • The Sacrifice of the Heart.

When, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his maker, God, What rites, what honors, shall he pay ? How spread his sovereign's praise abroad ?

From marble domes and gilded spires Shall curling clouds of incense rise, And gems and gold and garlands deck The costly pomp of sacrifice ?

Vain, sinful man, creation's Lord Thy golden offerings well may spare ; But give thy heart, and thou shalt find Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.

Anna Letitia Barbauld. Q "2 , Our Guide and Stay.

For mercies past we praise thee, Lord, — The fruits of earth, the hopes of heaven, Thy helping arm, thy guiding word, And answered prayers, and sins forgiven.

Whene'er we tread on danger's height, Or walk temptation's slippery way, Be still, to lead our steps aright, Thy word our guide, thine arm our stay.

Be ours thy blessed presence still ; United hearts, unchanging love : No thought that contradicts thy will ; No wish that centres not above.

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Those arms were round our childish ways, A guard through helpless years to be ; Oh, leave not our maturer days, We still are helpless without thee !

We trusted hope and pride and strength : Our strength proved false, our pride was

vain, Our dreams have faded all at length, — We come to thee, O Lord, again !

A guide to trembling steps yet be, Give us of thine eternal powers ! So shall our paths all lead to thee, And life smile on like childhood's hours.

T. W. Higginson. 1847. OO. Morning.

The .dawn is sprinkling in the east Its golden shower, as day flows in ; Fast mount the pointed shafts of light : Farewell to darkness and to sin.

So, Lord, when that last morning breaks, Which shrouds in darkness earth and skies, May it on us, low bending here, Arrayed in joyful light arise.

Ambrosian.

Tr. by Edward Caswall. 1849.

OZL. The Sabbath.

We bless thee for this sacred day, — Thou who hast every blessing given, — Which sends the dreams of earth away, And yields a glimpse of opening heaven.

Rich day of holy, thoughtful rest, May we improve thy calm repose, And, in God's service truly blest, Forget the world, its joys, its woes !

Lord, may thy truth upon the heart Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start Where once the weeds of error grew !

May prayer now lift her sacred wings, Contented with that aim alone Which bears her to the King of kings, And rests her at his sheltering throne !

Caroline Gilman. O S • "I wMI arise, and go unto my Father."

To thine eternal arms, O God, Take us, thine erring children, in ; From dangerous paths too boldly trod, From wandering thoughts and dreams of sin.

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Before the awful throne we bow Of heaven's Almighty King :

Here we present the solemn vow, And hymns of praise we sing.

Thee we adore ; and, Lord, to thee

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Conducts to endless day.

While in thy house of prayer we kneel

With trust and holy fear, Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,

And lend a gracious ear.

With fervor teach our hearts to pray,

And tune our lips to sing ; Nor from thy presence cast away

The sacrifice We bring. Thomas Jervis.

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Pure Worship.

The offerings to thy throne which rise, Of mingled praise and prayer,

Are but a worthless sacrifice, Unless the heart is there.

Upon thine all-discerning ear

Let no vain words intrude ; No tribute but the vow sincere, —

The tribute of the good.

My offerings will indeed be blest,

If sanctified by thee ; If thy pure spirit touch my breast

With its own purity.

Oh, may that spirit warm my heart

To piety and love, And to life's lowly vale impart

Some rays from heaven above !

Sir John Bowririg. O Q . God may ?* worshipped in every Place.

The heaven of heavens cannot contain

The universal Lord ; Yet he in humble hearts will deign

To dwell and be adored.

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Or on the earth or in the skies, The God of heaven is there.

His presence is diffused abroad Through realms, through worlds, un- known :

Who seek the mercies of our God Are ever near his throne.

William Drennan. 1810. OO. The Sabbath of the Soul.

O Father, though the anxious fear

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All shall be thine to-day.

We will not bring divided hearts

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The sabbath of the soul.

Taylor and Barbauld.

God is Love.

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Immortal Love, for ever full,

For ever flowing free, For ever shared, for ever whole,

A never-ebbing sea !

Our outward lips confess the name

All other names above ; But love alone knows whence it came,

And comprehendeth love.

Blow, winds of God, awake and blow

The mists of earth away ! Shine out, O Light divine, and show

How wide and far we stray !

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Eternal Love, remains.

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Father in heaven, to thee my heart

Would lift itself in prayer : Drive from my soul each earthly thought,

And show thy presence there.

Each moment of my life renews

The mercies of my Lord ; Each moment is itself a gift

To bear me on to God.

Oh, help me break the galling chains This world has round me thrown,

Each passion of my heart subdue, Each darling sin disown !

O Father, kindle in my breast

A never-dying flame Of holy love, of grateful trust

In thine almighty name.

William Henry Furness. 1822. Q A • Sincere Worship.

O Thou who hast thy servants taught,

That not by words alone, But by the fruits of holiness,

The life of God is shown, —

While in the house of prayer we meet, And call thee God and Lord,

Give us a heart to follow thee, Obedient to thy word.

When we our voices lift in praise,

Give thou us grace to bring An offering of unfeigned thanks,

And with the spirit sing.

And, in the dangerous path of life,

Uphold us as we go ; That with our lips and in our lives

Thy glory we may show.

Henry Alford. Q A, The Lord's Day.

Blest day of God, most calm, most bright,

The first and best of days ; The laborer's rest, the saint's delight,

The day of prayer and praise.

My Saviour's face made thee to shine,

His rising thee did raise ; And made thee heavenly and divine

Beyond all other days.

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The first-fruits oft a blessing prove To all the sheaves behind ;

And they who do the sabbath love, A happy week will find.

This day I must to God appear, For, Lord, the day is thine ;

Help me to spend it in thy fear, And thus to make it mine.

John Mason.

" Early will I seek Thee." Ps. bdii.

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Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face ;

My thirsty spirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace.

So pilgrims on the scorching sand,

Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand ;

And they must drink or die.

Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move,

Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love.

Thus, till my last expiring day, I'll bless my God and King ;

Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing.

Isaac Watts.

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The Day of Rest.

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When the worn spirit wants repose,

And sighs her God to seek, How sweet to hail the evening's close

That ends the weary week !

How sweet to hail the early dawn

That opens on the sight, When first that soul-reviving morn

Beams its new rays of light !

Sweet day, thine hours too soon will cease ;

Yet, while they gently roll, Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace,

A sabbath o'er my soul !

When will my pilgrimage be done ;

The world's long week be o'er ; That sabbath dawn which needs no sun,

That day which fades no more ?

James Edmeston. 1820.

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Earth's busy sounds and ceaseless din,

Wake not this morning air ! A holy calm should welcome in

This solemn hour of prayer.

Now peace, be still, unhallowed care, And hushed within the breast ;

A holy joy should welcome there This happy day of rest.

Each better thought the spirit knows,

This hour the spirit fill ; And Thou, from whom its being flows,

Oh, teach it all thy will !

Then shall this day, which God hath blest,

Hallow life's every hour ; And bear us to our better rest,

Eternal, perfect, sure.

Original Hymns.

98.

Sunday Morning.

How sweet, how calm, this sacred morn !

How pure the air that breathes, And soft the sounds upon it borne,

And light its vapor wreaths !

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It seems as if the Christian's prayer,

For peace and joy and love, Were answered by the very air

That wafts its strain above.

Let each unholy passion cease, Each evil thought be crushed ;

Each anxious care that mars thy peace In faith and love be hushed.

Anon. QQ, Prayer for Divine Direction.

Eternal Source of life and light,

Supremely good and wise ! To thee we bring our grateful vows,

To thee lift up our eyes.

Our dark and erring minds illume

With truth's celestial rays ; Inspire our hearts with sacred love,

And tune our lips to praise.

Safely conduct us, by thy grace, Through life's perplexing road ;

And place us, when that journey's o'er, At thy right hand, O God !

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The Lord be with us as we bend

His blessing to receive • His gift of peace upon us send,

Before his courts we leave.

The Lord be with us as we walk

Along our homeward road ; In silent thought or friendly talk

Our hearts be still with God.

The Lord be with us till the night

Shall close the day of rest ; Be he of every heart the light,

Of every home the guest.

And when our nightly prayers we say, His watch he still shall keep,

Crown with his peace his own blest day, And guard his people's sleep.

John Ellerton. 1870. I O I . Prayer for the Fruits of Worship.

O God, by whom the seed is given,

By whom the harvest blest ; Whose word, like manna showered from

Is planted in our breast ! [heaven,

Preserve it from the passing feet,

And plunderers of the air, The sultry sun's intenser heat,

And weeds of worldly care.

Though buried deep or thinly strewn,

Do thou thy grace supply : The hope in earthly furrows sown

Shall ripen in the sky.

Bishop Reginald Heber. 1827. I02. Need 0/ Help.

Not only for some task sublime

Thy help do I implore ; Not only at some solemn time

Thy holy spirit pour !

But for each daily task of mine I need thy quickening power ;

I need thy presence everywhere, I need thee every hour.

Each action finds in thee its spring, Each joy thy love makes bright,

Each footstep is thine ordering, Each grief shines in thy light.

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103-105.

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Giver of dawn and day, Dispeller of the ancient night In which creation lay :

O everlasting Health ! Flow through life's inmost springs ; The heart's best bliss, the soul's best wealth, What life thy presence brings !

O everlasting Truth ! The soul of all that's true, Sure guide alike of age and youth, Lead me and teach me too.

O everlasting Might ! My broken life repair ; Nerve thou my will, and clear my sight, Give strength to do and bear.

O everlasting Love ! Wellspring of grace and peace ; Pour down thy fulness from above, Bid doubt and trouble cease !

Horatius Bonar. 1861.

Go in Peace.

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Come, brothers, let us go ! Our Father is our guide ; And if our way be bright or dark, He's ever at our side.

Our spirits he will cheer With sunshine of his love ; He guards us, and we need not fear, With such a friend above.

The strong be quick to raise The weaker when they fall : Let love and peace and patience bloom In ready help for all.

Come, brothers, let us go ! We travel hand in hand : Each with his brother walks in joy Through this dear Fatherland.

G. Tersteegen IOC. Begin the Day with God.

Begin the day with God ! He is thy sun and day ; His is the radiance of thy dawn, To him address thy lay.

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STILL WITH GOD.

ADRIAN. s.M.

106, 107.

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Cast every weight aside ; Do battle with each sin ; Fight with the faithless world without, The faithless heart within.

Thy first transaction be With God himself above; So shall thy business prosper well, And all the day be love.

Horatius Bonar. I OO. Enjoyment in Worship.

Sweet is the task, O Lord, Thy glorious acts to sing, To praise thy name, and hear thy word, And grateful offerings bring.

Sweet, at the dawning hour, Thy boundless love to tell ; And, when the night wind shuts the flower, Still on the theme to dwell.

Sweet, on this day of rest, To join, in heart and voice, With those who love and serve thee best, And in thy name rejoice.

Harriet Auber. 1829.

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Still, still with thee, my God, I would desire to be : By day, by night, at home, abroad, I would be still with thee.

With thee amid the crowd That throngs the busy mart, To hear thy voice, 'mid clamor loud, Speak softly to my heart.

With thee, when day is done, And evening calms the mind ; The setting, as the rising, sun With thee my heart would find.

With thee, when darkness brings The signal of repose, Calm in the shadow of thy wings, Mine eyelids I would close.

With thee, in thee, by faith Abiding I would be ; By day, by night, in life, in death, I would be still with thee.

James Drummond Burns.

1856.

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I OOi Longing for the House 0/ God.

Lord of the worlds above,

How pleasant and how fair

The dwellings of thy love,

Thine earthly temples, are ! To thine abode my heart aspires, With warm desires to see my God.

O happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear ! O happy men that pay Their constant service there ! They praise thee still ; and happy they That love the way to Zion's hill.

They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears : O glorious seat, when God, our King, Shall thither bring our willing feet !

Isaac Watts. 1719. 1 UU. Parting to meet again.

Now, Lord, we part awhile ; But still in spirit joined,

Embrace the happy toil Thou hast to each assigned : And while we do thy blessed will, We bear our heaven about us still.

Oh, let us thus go on

In all thy pleasant ways !

And armed with patience run

With joy the appointed race : Keep us, and every seeking soul, Till all attain the heavenly goal.

There we shall meet again,

When all our toils are o'er,

And death, and grief, and pain,

And parting are no more, In the new earth and heaven above, — The world of righteousness and love.

O happy, happy day, That calls thy children home ; When sorrows pass away, And wanderers cease to roam ; We meekly wait the dread release, And labor to be found in peace.

a a Charles Wesley. 17/

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SUNDAY AND SANCTUARY.

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Sabbath Morning.

Welcome, delightful morn, —

Thou day of sacred rest :

I hail thy kind return ;

Lord, make these moments blest. From low delights and mortal toys, I soar to reach immortal joys.

Descend, celestial Dove, With all thy quickening powers ; Disclose a Saviour's love, And bless these sacred hours : Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor sabbaths be enjoyed in vain.

Hayward.

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Divine Mercies.

Give thanks to God most high,

The universal Lord,

The sovereign King of kings !

And be his grace adored. His power and grace are still the same ; And let his name have endless praise.

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Give thanks aloud to God, —

To God the heavenly King ;

And let the spacious earth

His works and glories sing. Thy mercy, Lord, shall still endure ; And ever sure abides thy word.

Isaac Watts. 17 19.

1 1 2 • A Blessing sought on Worship.

Here, gracious God, do thou

For evermore draw nigh ;

Accept each faithful prayer,

And mark each suppliant sigh : In copious shower on all who pray This holy day, thy blessings pour.

Here may we find from Heaven

The grace which we implore ;

And may that grace, once given,

Be with us evermore, Until that day when all the blest To endless rest are called away.

Parisian Breviary.

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O God, I thank thee for each sight Of beauty that thy hand doth give, — For sunny skies and air and light :

0 God, I thank thee that I live.

That life I consecrate to thee : And ever, as the day is born, On wings of joy my soul would flee To thank thee for another morn.

Another day in which to cast Some silent deed of love abroad, That, greatening as it journeys past, May do some earnest work for God.

Another day to do, to dare ; To use anew my growing strength ; To arm my soul with faith and prayer ; And so win life and thee at length.

Caroline A. Mason.

1 IZL. Seeking Strength.

O God, who knowest how frail we are, How soon the thought of good departs ! We pray that thou wouldst feed the fount Of holy yearning in our hearts.

Let not the choking cares of earth Their precious springs of life o'ergrow ; But, ever guarded by thy love, Still purer may their waters flow.

To thee, with sweeter hope and trust, Be every day our spirits given ; And may we, while we walk on earth, Walk more as citizens of heaven.

William Gaskell. I I > , Invocation.

Thou, in whose name the two or three Are met to-day to meet with thee, Fulfil to us thine own sure word, And be thou here thyself, O Lord !

Thou, by whose grace alone we live, Our oft-repeated sins forgive ; Be thou our counsel, strength, and stay, Through all the perils of our way.

Give thankful hearts thy gifts to share ; Give steadfast wills our cross to bear ; And, when life's working days are past, Give rest with all thy saints at last.

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Sir John Bowring. 1 1 O. Evening Prayer.

O blest Creator of the light, Who dost the dawn from darkness bring, And, framing nature's depth and height, Didst with the new-born light begin ;

Who gently blending eve with morn, And morn with eve, didst call them clay, — Thick flows the flood of darkness down : Oh, hear us as we sing and pray !

Keep thou our souls from thought of crime, Nor guilt remorseful let them know ; Nor, thinking but on things of time, Into eternal darkness go.

Teach us to knock at heaven's high door ; Teach us the prize of life to win ; Teach us all evil to abhor, And purify ourselves within.

Breviary.

IIO. The Close of the Sabbath.

Sweet is the light of sabbath eve, And soft the sunbeams lingering there : For these blest hours the world I leave, Wafted on wings of faith and prayer.

The time how lovely and how still ! Peace shines and smiles on all below ; The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill, — All fair with evening's setting glow.

Season of rest ! the tranquil soul Feels the sweet calm, and melts to love ; And, while these sacred moments roll, Faith sees a smiling heaven above.

James Edmeston. Iiy. The Still Hour.

Gently the shades of night descend ; Thy temple, Lord, is calm and still ; A thousand lamps of ether blend, A thousand fires that temple fill.

Thou bidd'st the cares of earth depart ; Heaven's peace is wafted from above ; A sabbath stillness fills the heart, Devotion's calm and holy love.

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And bid my fears remove !

Then shall my thankful powers rejoice,

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To spread thy praise abroad.

Anne Steele.

I I Q, Morning.

Again the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray ; Unseals the eyelids of the morn,

And pours increasing day.

Oh, what a night was that which wrapt The heathen world in gloom !

Oh, what a sun which broke this day, Triumphant from the tomb !

This day be grateful homage paid,

And loud hosannas sung; Let gladness dwell in every heart,

And praise on every tongue.

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To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings

To nations yet unborn.

Anna L. Barbauld. I 20. Prayer for Full Assurance.

Eternal Source of joys divine,

To thee my soul aspires : Oh, could I say, " The Lord is mine,"

'Tis all my soul desires !

12 1. Drawing near to God.

From every fear and doubt, O Lord,

In mercy set us free, While in the confidence of prayer

Our hearts draw near to thee.

In all our trials, struggles, joys,

Teach us thy love to see, Which by the discipline of life

Would draw us unto thee.

Our lives, devoted to thy will,

Our sacrifice shall be ; And then will death, whene'er it come,

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Shine forth, Eternal Source of light, And make thy glories known ;

Fill our enlarged, adoring sight With lustre all thy own.

Vain are the charms and faint the rays The brightest creatures boast ;

And all their grandeur and their praise Are in thy presence lost.

To know the Author of our frame

Is our sublimest skill : True science is to read thy name ;

True life, to obey thy will.

For this I long, for this I pray,

And, following on, pursue, Till visions of eternal day

Fix and complete the view.

Philip Doddridge. I 2 V Spiritual A spiration.

Oh, wherefore hath my spirit leave To come so near my God, i And yet so soon must gaze and grieve O'er the abandoned road ?

I feel my God almost possessed, The heavenly land half won ;

The blissful greeting of the blest, The eternal song, begun :

O wings that drop ! O strains that die !

O light that fades away ! O fleeting people of the sky !

O heaven, that will not stay !

What sweetness in thy presence, Lord !

What glory in thy smile ! Thine awful voice, how quickly heard !

Ah ! wherefore but a while ?

How faintly sounds each sweet command Thy Son's dear face, how dim !

Yet would I smile at thy right hand, Yet would I reign with him.

Lord, help this earnest, helpless will :

Lord, lay thy hand on me : Shall I not climb thy holy hill ?

Shall I not dwell with thee ?

T. H. Gill.

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How rich the blessings, O my God, Which teach this grateful heart to glow ! How kindly poured, and free bestowed, The rivers of thy mercy flow !

How calmly rolls the sea of life ! Secure in thine immortal trust, The soul has hushed her secret strife, Nor longer shudders at the dust.

Though sorrow's cloud awhile o'ercast The dawn of earthly hope and joy, She knows that it must soon be past, And will unveil eternity.

Then virtue's humble toil and prayer Shall stand acknowledged at thy throne, Triumphant over earthly care ; And the blest record thou wilt own.

J. Roscoe. I 2 K. The Mercy-Seat.

From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat : 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.

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There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat.

There, there on eagle wings we soar, And sense and sin molest no more, And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

Hugh Stowell. 1832. I2 0. To be made perfect in Divine Love.

Oh that my heart was right with thee, And loved thee with a perfect love ! Oh that my Lord would dwell in me, And never from his seat remove !

Father, I dwell in mournful night, Till thou dost in my heart appear : Arise, propitious Sun, and light An everlasting morning there.

Oh, let my prayer acceptance find, And bring the mighty blessing down ; Eyesight impart, for I am blind, And. seal me thine adopted son !

A. M. Toplady. i7S<».

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Within thy courts have millions met, Millions this day before thee bowed ; Their faces heavenward were set, Their vows to thee, O God, they vowed.

Still as the light of morning broke O'er island, continent, and deep, Thy far-spread family awoke, Sabbath all round the world to keep.

From east to west the sun surveyed, From north to south, adoring throngs ; And still, where evening stretched her

shade, The stars came forth to hear their songs.

And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, Hath failed this day some suit to gain; To hearts that sought thee, thou wast nigh, Nor hath one sought thy face in vain.

The poor in spirit thou hast fed, The feeble soul hath strengthened been, The mourner thou hast comforted. The pure in heart their God have seen.

James Montgomery-

12/. The House of God.

Be still ! be still ! for all around, On either hand, is holy ground : Here, in his house, the Lord to-day Will listen, while his people pray.

Thou, tossed upon the waves of care, Ready to sink with deep despair, Here ask relief, with heart sincere, And thou shalt find that God is here.

Thou who hast laid within the grave Those whom thou hadst no power to save, Believe their spirits now are near, For angels wait while God is here.

Thou who hast dear ones far away, In foreign lands, 'mid ocean's spray, Pray for them now, and dry the tear, And trust the God who listens here.

Thou who art mourning o'er thy sin, Deploring guilt that reigns within, The God of peace is ever near ; The troubled spirit meets him here.

Anon.

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Lord God of morning and of night, We thank thee for thy gift of light : As in the dawn the shadows fly, We seem to find thee now more nigh.

Fresh hopes have wakened in the heart, Fresh force to do our daily part ; Thy thousand sleeps our strength restore, A thousand-fold to serve thee more.

Yet whilst thy will we would pursue, Oft what we would we cannot do ; The sun may stand in zenith skies, But on the soul thick midnight lies.

O Lord of lights, 'tis thou alone Canst make* our darkened hearts thine own: Though this new day with joy we see, O dawn of God, we cry for thee.

Praise God, our Maker and our Friend ; Praise him through time, till time shall end ; Till psalm and song his name adore Through Heaven's great day of Evermore !

F. T. Palgrave. 1862.

I ^ O. Morning.

Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Wake and lift up thyself, my heart ; And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praise to the eternal King.

Lord, I my vows to thee renew : Scatter my sins like morning dew, Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill.

Direct, control, suggest, this day,

All I design or do or say ;

That all my powers, with all their might,

In thy sole glory may unite.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow Praise him, all creatures here below ! Praise him, ye heavenly host above ! Praise him, my soul, for all his love !

Bishop Thomas Ken. 1697 and 1709.

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Glory to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light : Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings, Beneath the shadow of thy wings !

Forgive me, Lord, through thy dear Son, The ills which I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

Be thou my guardian while I sleep ; Thy watchful station near me keep ; My heart with love celestial fill, And guard me from the approach of ill.

Lord, let my heart for ever share The bliss of thy paternal care : 'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, To see thy face and sing thy love.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow : Praise him, all creatures here below ! Praise him, ye angels round his throne ! Praise God, the high and holy One !

Bishop Thomas Ken. 1697 and 1709.

I A. 2 • The Departure of Day.

Another fleeting day is gone ; Slow o'er the west the shadows rise ; Swift the soft-stealing hours have flown, And night's dark mantle veils the skies.

Another fleeting day is gone, Swept from the records of the year ; And still, with each successive sun, Life's fading visions disappear.

Another fleeting day is gone To join the fugitives before ; And I, when life's employ is done, Shall sleep, to wake on earth no more.

Another fleeting day is gone ;

But soon a fairer day shall rise, —

A day whose never-setting sun

Shall pour his light o'er cloudless skies.

Another fleeting day is gone : In solemn silence rest, my soul ! Bow down before his awful throne Who bids the morn and evening roll.

William Bengo Collyer. 1812.

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In sleep's serene oblivion laid, I safely passed the silent night : Again I see the breaking shade, I drink again the morning light.

New-born, I bless the waking hour ; Once more, with awe, rejoice to be ; My conscious soul resumes her power, And springs, my guardian God, to thee.

Oh, guide me through the various maze My doubtful feet are doomed to tread ; And spread thy shield's protecting blaze Where dangers press around my head !

A deeper shade shall soon impend, A deeper sleep my eyes oppress ; Yet then thy strength shall still defend, Thy goodness still delight to bless.

That deeper shade shall break away, That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes : Thy light shall give eternal day ; Thy love, the rapture of the skies.

John Hawkesworth. 1773.

1 X zl. " New every Morning!''

New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove ; Thro' sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life and power and thought.

New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.

Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of heaven in each we see : Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care.

The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we ought to ask, — Room to deny ourselves, a road To bring us daily nearer God.

Only, O Lord, in thy dear love Fit us for perfect rest above ; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray.

John Keble. 1827.

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My God, how endless is thy love ! Thy gifts are every evening new ; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew.

Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ! Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers.

I yield my powers to thy command ; To thee I consecrate my days ; Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.

Isaac Watts. 1709. I X O. Evening Worship.

How shall we praise thee, Lord of light ? How all thy boundless love declare ? The earth is veiled in shades of night, But heaven is open to our prayer.

We would adore thee, God sublime, Whose power and wisdom, love and grace, Are greater than the round of time, And wider than the bounds of space.

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For thou art present with us here, As in thy glittering, high domain, And grateful hearts and humble fear Can never seek thy face in vain.

Help us to praise thee, Lord of light ; Help us thy boundless love declare ; And, while we crowd thy courts to-night, Aid us, and hearken to our prayer.

Sir John Bowring. I \ 7, Creator Spirit.

Oh, come, Creator Spirit blest ! Within these souls of thine to rest ; Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid, To fill the hearts which thou hast made.

Come, Holy Spirit ! now descend ; Most blessed gift which God can send : Thou Fire of Love, and Fount of Life ! Consume our sins, and calm our strife.

With patience firm and purpose high The weakness of our flesh supply ; Kindle our senses from above, And make our hearts o'erflow with love.

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Now with creation's morning song Let us, as children of the day, With wakened heart and purpose strong, The works of darkness cast away.

Oh, may the morn so pure, so clear, Its own sweet calm in us instil ! A guileless mind, a heart sincere, Simplicity of word and will.

And ever, as the day glides by, May we the busy senses rein ; Keep guard upon the hand and eye, Nor let the conscience suffer stain.

Grant us, O God, in love to thee, Clear eyes to measure things below ; Faith, the invisible to see ; And wisdom, thee in all to know.

Roman Breviary.

Tr- Edward Caswall. 1848.

I 39" " ^~^C L°rd « thy Keeper.'''' — Ps. cxxi. 5.

Now that the daylight fills the sky, Lift we our hearts to God on high, That he in all we do or say Would keep us free from harm to-day.

May he restrain our tongues, lest strife Break forth to mar the peace of life ; And guard with watchful care our eyes From earth's absorbing vanities.

Oh, may our inmost hearts be pure, Our thoughts from folly kept secure, The pride of fleshly sense subdued By temperate use of drink and food.

So when the daylight leaves the sky, And night's dark hours once more are nigh, May we, unsoiled by sinful stain, Sing glory to our God again.

Church Hymns. I <4.0» An Evening Hymn.

Thus far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his power prolongs my days ; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace.

Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home ; But he forgives my follies past, And gives me strength for days to come.

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Faith in his name forbids my fear : Oh, may thy presence ne'er depart ! And in the morning make me hear Thy love and kindness in my heart.

Isaac Watts. 1709. 1 /J_ 1 . Evening' Worship.

O Holy Father, 'mid the calm And stillness of this evening hour, We lift to thee our solemn psalm, To praise thy goodness and thy power.

For over us, and over all,

Thy tender mercies still extend,

Nor vainly shall thy children call

On thee, their Father and their Friend.

Kept by thy goodness through the clay, Thanksgiving to thy name we pour ; Night o'er us, with its stars, — we pray Thy love to guard us evermore.

In grief console, in gladness bless, In darkness guide, in sickness cheer ; Till, perfected in righteousness, Before thy throne our souls appear.

W. H. Burleigh. I A 2. Vesper Hymn.

Again, as evening's shadow falls, We gather in these hallowed walls ; And vesper hymn and vesper prayer Rise mingling on the holy air.

May struggling hearts that seek release Here find the rest of God's own peace ; And, strengthened here by hymn and

prayer, Lay down the burden and the care.

O God, our Light ! to thee we bow ; Within all shadows standest thou ; Give deeper calm than night can bring ; Give sweeter songs than lips can sing.

Life's tumult we must meet again, We cannot at the shrine remain ; But, in the spirit's secret cell, May hymn and prayer for ever dwell !

r«r S.Longfellow. 1864.

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God of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey through the skies !

Oh, like the sun may I fulfil The appointed duties of the day; With ready mind and active will March on, and keep my heavenly way !

Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes ; Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure ; Thy gospel makes the simple wise.

Give me thy counsel for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss ; All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold, compared with this.

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My God, in morning's radiant hour To thee will I lift up my heart ; The shades of night obey thy power, And at thy sun's bright beams depart.

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Father and Guardian ! to thy shrine The life thou shieldest will I bring ; All, great Creator ! all is thine ; The heart my noblest offering !

The morning light shall see my prayer, The noonday calm shall know my praise ; And evening's still and fragrant air My grateful hymn to thee shall raise.

So shall sweet thoughts and hopes sublime My constant inspirations be ; And every shifting scene of time Reflect, my God, a light from thee !

Anon. I A k . Evening Hymn.

O Thou true Life of all that live, Who dost, unmoved, all motion sway ; Who dost the morn and evening give, And through its changes guide the day !

Thy light upon our evening pour, So may our souls no sunset see ; But death to us an open door To an eternal morninar be.

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Roman Breviary. Tr. Edw. Caswall.

1 ZJ.D. " Abide with us, for it is Evening:"

'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze. Fast fading from our wistful gaze ; Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight The last faint pulse of quivering light.

Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near : Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes !

When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast !

Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.

John Keble. 1827.

I A V . Tlie Lord's Day Evening.

O Father, bless us ere we go ;

Thy word into our minds instil,

And make our lukewarm hearts to glow

With lowly love and fervent will.

The day is done, its hours have run ; And thou hast taken count of all, The scanty triumphs grace hath won, The broken vow, the frequent fall.

Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways True absolution and release ; And bless us, more than in past days, With purity and inward peace.

Do more than pardon : give us joy, Sweet fear, and sober liberty, And loving hearts without alloy That only long to be like thee.

For all we love, the poor, the sad, The sinful, unto thee we call : Oh, let thy mercy make us glad ! Thou art our Father and our All.

F. W. Faber. 1849.

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My voice ascending high ; To thee will I direct my prayer,

To thee lift up mine eye.

Thou art a God, before whose sight The wicked shall not stand :

Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand.

But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there ;

I will frequent thine holy court, And worship in thy fear.

Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet

In ways of righteousness ! Make every path of duty straight

And plain before my face.

The men who love and fear thy name Shall see their hopes fulfilled ;

The mighty God will compass them With favor as a shield.

Isaac Watts. 1719.

1 4^-7« Evening Hymn.

Before thy throne, O Lord of heaven,

We kneel at close of day : Look on thy children from on high,

And hear us while we pray.

The sorrows of thy servants, Lord,

Oh, do not thou despise ! But let the incense of our prayers

Before thy mercy rise.

The brightness of the coming night

Upon the darkness rolls : With hopes of future glory chase

The shadows on our souls.

Slowly the rays of daylight fade :

So fade within our heart The hopes in earthly love and joy

That one by one depart.

Slowly the bright stars, one by one,

Within the heavens shine : Give us, O Lord, fresh hopes in heaven,

And trust in things divine.

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There is an eye that never sleeps Beneath the wing of night ;

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There is an arm that never tires, When human strength gives way ;

There is a love that never fails, When earthly loves decay.

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Walk with your God, along the road Your strength he will renew ;

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I kO. Evening Prayer.

As darker, darker, fall around

The shadows of the night, We gather here, with hymn and prayer,

To seek the Eternal Light.

Father in heaven, to thee are known Our many hopes and fears, •

Our heavy weight of mortal toil, Our bitterness of tears.

We pray thee for our absent ones, Who have been with us here ;

And in our secret heart we name The distant and the dear.

For weary eyes, and aching hearts, And feet that from thee rove,

The sick, the poor, the tried, the fallen, We pray thee, God of love.

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Wilt hear us as we pray.

Hymns of the Spirit.

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Mighty God, the first, the last, What are ages in thy sight But as yesterday when past, Or a watch within the night ?

All that being ever knew, Down, far down, ere time had birth, Stands as clear within thy view As the present things of earth.

All that being e'er shall know, On, still on, through farthest years, All eternity can show, Bright before thee now appears.

In thine all-embracing sight, Every change its purpose meets, Even* cloud floats into light, Every woe its glory greets.

Whatsoe'er our lot may be, Calmly in this thought we'll rest, — Could we see as thou dost see, We should choose it as the best.

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Show me, if I tempted be, Needed strength to find in thee, And a perfect triumph win Over every- bosom sin.

Keep my feet from hidden snares, And my eyes, O God, from tears ; Every step thy grace attend, And my soul from death defend.

Then, when fall the shades of night, All within shall still be light ; Thou wilt peace around diffuse, Gently as the evening dews.

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Now the shades of night are gone ; Now the morning light is come, — Lord, may we be thine to-day ! Drive the shades of sin away.

Fill our souls with heavenly light, Banish doubt, and clear our sight ; In thy service, Lord, to-day, May we stand and watch and pray.

Keep our haughty passions bound ; Save us from our foes around ; Going out and coming in, Keep us safe from every sin.

When our work of life is past, Oh, receive us then at last ! Night and sin will be no more, When we reach the heavenly shore.

Episcopal Collection. I ^ O. The Parting of Friends.

As the sun's enlivening eye Shines on every place the same, So the Lord is always nigh To the souls that love his name.

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When they move at duty's call, He is with them by the way : He is ever with them all, Those who go and those who stay.

From his holy mercy-seat Nothing can their souls confine : Still in spirit they may meet, Still in sweet communion join.

For a season called to part, Let us then ourselves commend To the gracious eye and heart Of our ever-present Friend.

Father, hear our humble prayer ! Tender Shepherd of thy sheep, Let thy mercy and thy care All our souls in safety keep !

In thy strength may we be strong ; Sweeten every cross and pain : Give us, if we live, ere long Here to meet in peace again.

John Newton. 1779.

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Softly now the light of day Fades upon the sight away : Free from care, from labor free, Lord, we would commune with thee.

Thou, whose all-pervading eye Nought escapes, without, within ! Pardon each infirmity, Open fault and secret sin.

When from us the light of day Shall on earth have passed away, Then, from sin and sorrow free, Take us, Lord, to dwell with thee.

G. W. Doane. 1824. I K 0« Sabbath Evening.

Softly fades the twilight ray Of the holy sabbath-day ; Gently as life's setting sun, When the Christian's course is run.

Night her solemn mantle spreads O'er the earth as daylight fades ; All things tell of calm repose At the holy sabbath's close.

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Peace is on the world abroad : 'Tis the holy peace of God, — Symbol of the peace within, When the spirit rests from sin.

Father, may our sabbaths be Days of peace and joy in thee, Till in heaven our souls repose, Where the sabbath ne'er shall close !

S. F. Smith. 1843. ICQ. Supplication.

Suppliant, lo ! thy children bend, Father, for thy blessing now j Thou canst teach us, guide, defend : We are weak, almighty thou.

With the peace thy word imparts Be the taught and teacher blessed ; In our lives and in our hearts, Father, be thy law impressed.

Pour into each longing mind Light and knowledge from above, — Charity for all mankind, Trusting faith, enduring love.

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Whilst this thorny path we tread, May thy love our footsteps lead ! When our journey here is past, May we rest with thee at last !

Let these earthly sabbaths prove Foretastes of our joys above. While their steps thy pilgrims bend To the rest which knows no end.

B. W. Noel's Selection. 1832.

I OO. Eternal Light.

Slowly, by God's hand unfurled, Down around the weary world. Falls the darkness : oh, how still Is the working of his will !

Mighty Spirit, ever nigh, Work in me as silently ; Veil the day's distracting sights, Show me heaven's eternal lights.

Living stars to view be brought In the boundless realms of thought ; High and infinite desires, Flaming like those upper fires.

Holy Truth, Eternal Right, Let them break upon my sight ; Let them shine serene and still, And with light my being fill.

W. H. Furness. 1840. IOI. Sabbath Evening.

Ere another sabbath's close, Ere again we seek repose, Lord, our song ascends to thee ; At thy feet we bow the knee.

1 QZ. Benediction-

Now may He who from the dead Brought the Shepherd of the sheep, — Jesus Christ, our King and Head, — All our souls in safety keep.

May he teach us to fulfil What is pleasing in his sight, Perfect us in all his will, And preserve us day and night !

Ag J. Newton.

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Now, on sea and land descending,

Brings the night its peace profound : Let our vesper hymn be blending

With the holy calm around. Soon as dies the sunset glory,

Stars of heaven shine out above, Telling still the ancient story, —

Their Creator's changeless love.

Now, our wants and burdens leaving

To his care who cares for all, Cease we fearing, cease we grieving ;

At his touch our burdens fall. As the darkness deepens o'er us,

Lo ! eternal stars arise ; Hope and Faith and Love rise glorious,

Shining in the Spirit's skies.

Samuel Longfellow.

I OzL. "Abide "with its, for it is toward Evening."

Tarry with me, O my Father!

For the day is passing by ; See ! the shades of evening gather,

And the night is drawing nigh. Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,

Paler now the glowing west, Swift the night of death advances :

Shall it be the night of rest ?

Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,

Lord, I cast myself on thee ; Tarry with me through the darkness ;

While I sleep, still watch by me. Tarry with me, O my Father !

Lay my head upon thy breast Till the morning ; then awake me, —

Morning of eternal rest !

Caroline S. Smith. 1856.

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On the dewy breath of even Thousand odors mingling rise,

Borne like incense up to heaven, Nature's evening sacrifice.

With her fragrant offerings blending, Let our glad thanksgivings be —

To thy throne, O Lord, ascending — Incense of our hearts to thee.

Thou, whose favors, without number, All our days with gladness bless,

Let thine eye, that knows no slumber, Guard our hours of helplessness.

Then, though conscious we are sleeping In the outer courts of death,

Safe beneath a Father's keeping, Calm we rest in perfect faith.

Julia Ann Elliott. I O O. Close of Evening Worship.

Lo ! the day of rest declineth ;

Gather fast the shades of night : May the Sun that ever shineth

Fill our souls with heavenly light.

While, thine ear of love addressing, Thus our parting hymn we sing,

Father, give thine evening blessing ; Fold us safe beneath thy wing.

C. Robbins, 10 7. The Heart given to God

Take my heart, O Father ! take it, Make and keep it all thine own ;

Let thy Spirit melt it, break it, — v This proud heart of sin and stone.

Heavenly Father, deign to mould it

In obedience to thy will ; And, as ripening years unfold it,

Keep it meek and childlike still.

Father, make it pure and lowly, Fond of peace and far from strife,

Turning from the paths unholy Of this vain and sinful life.

Ever let thy grace surround it ;

Strengthen it with power divine, Till thy cords of love have bound it, —

Made it to be wholly thine.

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Abide with me ! fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens, Lord, with me abide : When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me !

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see :

0 Thou who changest not, abide with me !

1 need thy presence every passing hour :

What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power ? Who like thyself my guide and stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me !

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless : Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness : Where is death's sting ? where, grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if thou abide with me !

Hold thou the cross before my closing eyes ! Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies ! Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee In life and death, O Lord, abide with me '

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Father, again to thy dear name we raise With one accord our parting hymn of praise ; We stand to bless thee ere our worship cease, Then, lowly kneeling, wait thy word of peace.

Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way ; With thee began, with thee shall end, the day ; Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, That in this house have called upon thy name.

Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night, Turn thou for us its darkness into light ; From harm and danger keep thy children free, For dark and light are both alike to thee.

Grant us thy peace throughout our earthly life, Our balm in sorrow and our stay in strife ; Then when thy voice shall bid our conflict cease, Call us, O Lord, to thine eternal peace !

CHANT. No. 1.

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Almighty God, to-night To thee for help we pray ; To whom the darkness is as light, And midnight like the day.

Oh, keep us now from harm, As thou hast done before ! And let thine everlasting arm Be round us evermore.

Let holy angels stand About us every night, Until they bear us to the land Of everlasting light.

J. Mason Neale. 1854. I y 2 . " Now is the Accepted Tinier

To-morrow, Lord, is thine, Lodged in thy sovereign hand ; And if its sun arise and shine, It shines by thy command.

The present moment flies, And bears our life away ; Oh, make thy servants truly wise, That they may live to-day !

Philip Doddridge. 1755.

I VO. Universal Praise.

Thy name, Almighty Lord, Shall sound through distant lands ; Great is thy grace, and sure thy word ; Thy truth for ever stands.

Far be thine honor spread, And long thy praise endure, Till morning light and evening shade Shall be exchanged no more.

Isaac Watts. I 7 I , Evening.

The day, O Lord, is spent ; Abide with us and rest : Our hearts.' desires are fully bent On making thee our guest.

We have not reached that land, That happy land, as yet, Where holy angels round thee stand, Whose sun can never set.

Our sun is sinking now ; Our day is almost o'er : O Sun of Righteousness, do thou Shine on us evermore.

J. Mason Neale. 1854.

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The day is past and gone ; The evening shades appear : Oh, may we all remember well The night of death draws near !

We lay our garments by, Upon our beds to rest ; So death shall soon disrobe us all Of what is here possest.

Lord, keep us safe this night. Secure from all our fears ; May angels guard us while we sleep, Till morning light appears.

John Leland. 1799.

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The day is past and gone : Great God, we bow to thee • Again, as shades of night steal on, Unto thy side we flee.

Oh, when shall that day come, Ne'er sinking in the west, That country and that happy home, Where none shall break our rest j

Where we, preserved beneath The shelter of thy wing, For evermore thy praise shall breathe, And of thy mercy sing !

William John Blew. 1849.

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Our day of praise is done ; The evening shadows fall ; Yet pass not from us with the sun, True Light that lightenest all !

Too faint our anthems here ; Too soon of praise we tire : But, oh, the strains, how full and clear, Of thine eternal choir !

Yet, Lord, to thy dear will, If thou attune the heart, We in thine angels' music still May bear our lower part.

'Tis thine each soul to calm, Each wayward thought reclaim, And make our daily life a psalm Of glory to thy name.

j 1 John Ellerton. iS6y.

DISMISSION

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17 7, Dismission.

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,

Hope and comfort from above ; Let us each, thy peace possessing,

Triumph in redeeming love ; Still support us,

While in duty's path we move. Thanks we give, and adoration,

For the gospel's joyful sound : May the fruits of thy salvation

In our hearts and lives abound : May thy presence

With us evermore be found !

q Walter Shirley. 1774.

*■ / ^ • Prayer for Guidance,

Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us

O'er the world's tempestuous sea : Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us ;

For we have no help but thee. Still possessing every blessing,

If our God our Father be. Spirit of our God, descending,

Fill our hearts with heavenly joy ; Love with kind affections blending, —

Pleasures time can never cloy. Thus provided, pardoned, guided,

Nothing shall our peace destroy.

James Edmeston. 1S20.

I 7 Q . Call of the Spirit.

Father, may we heed the message

Sent in mercy from above, — Every sentence, oh, how tender,

Every line how full of love ! Heavenly accents

Full of strength and peace and love ! Tempted souls, they bring you succor ;

Fearful hearts, they quell your fears ; And with deepest consolation

Chase away the falling tears ; Tender heralds,

Blest is he their word who hears !

_ Q —. Jonathan Allen.

1 O vj« Close of Communion,

From the table now retiring,

Which for us the Lord hath spread, May our souls, refreshment finding,

Grow in all things like our Head ! His example by beholding,

May our lives his image bear ! Him our Lord and Master calling,

His commands may we revere ! Love to God and man displaying,

Walking steadfast in his way, Joy attend us in believing,

Peace from God through endless day.

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Gently, Lord, oh ! gently lead us

Through this world of smiles and tears,

Through the changes thou'st decreed us, Till our last great change appears.

When temptation's darts assail us, When in devious paths we stray,

Let thy goodness never fail us ; Lead us in thy perfect way.

In the hour of pain and anguish, In the hour when death draws near,

Suffer not our hearts to languish, Suffer not our souls to fear.

And, when mortal life is ended, May we live among the blest ;

And, our souls by thee defended, In thy love for ever rest !

Thomas Hastings. 1 02> Go in Peace-

Go in peace ! serene dismission To the loving heart made known,

When it pours in deep contrition Prayer before the eternal throne.

Go in peace ! thy sins forgiven,

God hath healed thee, set thee free ;

Every spirit-fetter riven, Go in peace and liberty !

Father, breathe this benediction O'er our spirits while we pray ;

Let us part in sweet conviction

Thou hast blessed our souls to-day.

1 O *\ • Parti?ig Hymn-

Part in peace ! is day before us ?

Praise his name for life and light : Are the shadows lengthening o'er us ?

Bless his care who guards the night.

Part in peace ! with deep thanksgiving, Rendering, as we homeward tread,

Gracious service to the living, Tranquil memory to the dead.

Part in peace ! such are the praises God our Maker loveth best ;

Such the worship that upraises Human hearts to heavenly rest.

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And hurry I withdraw ; For the small and inward voice

I wait with humble awe : Silent I am now and still, Dare not in thy presence move ; To my waiting soul reveal

The secret of thy love.

Charles Wesley. 1742- IOO. The Lord is thy Keeper.

See the Lord, thy Keeper, stand,

Omnipotently near ; Lo ! he holds thee by the hand,

And banishes thy fear ; Shadows with his wings thy head ; Guards from all impending harms ; Round thee and beneath are spread

The everlasting arms.

God shall bless thy going out,

Shall bless thy coming in ; Kindly compass thee about, And guard from every sin. He is still our sure defence, We his ceaseless care shall prove, Kept by watchful providence, And ever-waking love.

Charles Wesley

I OZL. "Rise, my Soul."

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, -

Thy better portion trace ; Rise, from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place : Sun and moon and stars decay,

Time shall soon this earth remove ; Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepared above.

Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course ; Fire ascending seeks the sun, —

Both speed them to their source : So a soul that 's born of God

Pants to view his glorious face, Upward tends to his abode,

To rest in his embrace.

j-. Robert Seagrave. 1

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Open, Lord, my inward ear,

And bid my heart rejoice ; Bid my quiet spirit hear

The comfort of thy voice. Never in the whirlwind found, Or where earthquakes rock the place, • Still and silent is the sound,

The whisper of thy grace.

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God that madest earth and heaven,

Darkness and light ; Who the day for toil hast given,

For rest the night, — May thine angel-guards defend us, Slumber sweet thy mercy send us, Holy dreams and hopes attend us,

This livelong night.

And when morn again shall call us

To run life's way, May we still, whate'er befall us,

Thy will obey : From the power of evil hide us, In the narrow pathway guide us, Nor thy smile be e'er denied us,

The livelong day.

Guard us waking, guard us sleeping,

And, when we die, May we in thy mighty keeping

All peaceful lie : When the heavenly call shall wake us, Do not thou, our God, forsake us, But to dwell in glory take us

With thee on high.

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Through the love of God, our Father,

All will be well ; Free and changeless is his favor ;

All, all is well : Precious is the love that healed us ; Perfect is the grace that sealed us ; Strong the hand stretched out to shield us ;

All must be well. Though we pass through tribulation,

All will be well ; Ours is such a full salvation,

All, all is well : Happy, still in God confiding, Fruitful, if in him abiding, Holy, through the Spirit's guiding,

All must be well.

We expect a bright to-morrow ;

All will be well ; Faith can sing through days of sorrow,

All, all is well. On our Father's love relying, He our every need supplying, Or in living, or in dying,

All must be well.

Mary B. Peters

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Man frail, and God eternal. Ps. xc.

0 God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast,

And our eternal home, —

Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame,

From everlasting thou art God, — To endless years the same.

A thousand ages, in thy sight,

Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night,

Before the rising sun.

Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away : They fly, forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the opening day.

O God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last,

And our eternal home !

Isaac Watts. 1719.

I QO. Te Deum.

O God, we praise thee, and confess

That thou the only Lord And everlasting Father art,

By all the earth adored !

To thee all angels cry aloud ;

To thee the powers on high, Both cherubim and seraphim,

Continually do cry, —

O holy, holy, holy Lord,

Whom heavenly hosts obey !

The world is with the glory filled Of thy majestic sway.

The apostles' glorious company, And prophets crowned with light,

With all the martyrs' noble host, Thy constant praise recite.

The holy church throughout the world,

O Lord, confesses thee, — That thou eternal Father art,

Of boundless majesty !

St. Ambrose. 380-90.

76

Tate and Brady. 1703.

GOD'S CARE.

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191, 192.

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When all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise.

Unnumbered comforts on my soul

Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flowed.

When worn with sickness, oft hast thou With health renewed my face ;

And, when in sin and sorrow sunk, Revived my soul with grace.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy.

Through every period of my life,

Thy goodness I'll pursue ; And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew.

Joseph Addison. 17 12.

I Q 2 • Eternal Dominion of God.

Great God, how infinite art thou !

How frail and weak are we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow,

And pay their praise to thee.

Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere seas or stars were made :

Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead.

Eternity, with all its years,

Stands present in thy view : To thee there's nothing old appears,

Great God, there's nothing new.

Our lives thro' varying scenes are drawn And vexed with trifling cares,

While thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturbed affairs.

Great God, how infinite art thou !

How frail and weak are we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow,

And pay their praise to thee.

Isaac Watts. 1709

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Their great Original proclaim.

The unwearied sun, from day to day,

Does his Creator's power display,

And publishes to every land

The work of an almighty hand.

Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.

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God of the rolling orbs above, Thy name is written clearly bright In the warm day's unvarying blaze, Or evening's golden shower of light : For every fire that fronts the sun, And every spark that walks alone Around the utmost verge of heaven, Were kindled at thy burning throne.

God of the world, the hour must come, And nature's self to dust return ; Her crumbling altars must decay ; Her incense-fires shall cease to burn : But still her grand and lovely scenes Have made man's warmest praises flow ; For hearts grow holier as they trace The beauty of the world below.

W. B. O. Peabody.

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What though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball ! What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ! — In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice ; For ever singing, as they shine, "The hand that made us is divine."

Joseph Addison. 1712. I Q C, Thy IVill be done on Earth as in Heaven.

Spirit of peace and health and power, Fountain of life and light below, Abroad thy healing influence shower, O'er all the nations let it flow. Inspire our hearts with perfect love ; In us the work of faith fulfil ; So not heaven's host shall swifter move, Than we on earth, to do thy will.

Father, 'tis thine each day to yield Thy children's wants a fresh supply ; Thou clothest the lilies of the field, And hearest the young ravens cry. To thee we pray ; for all must live By thee, who knowest their every need, Pray for the world, that thou wilt give All human hearts thy living bread.

In faith we wait and long and pray, To see that time, by prophets told, When nations, new-born into day, Shall be ingathered to thy fold. We cannot doubt thy gracious will, Thou mighty, merciful, and just ! And thou wilt speedily fulfil The word in which thy servants trust.

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The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.

When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary, wandering steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow.

Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me thro' the dreadful shade.

Joseph Addison. 1712.

Trust in God-

197.

Oh, let my trembling soul be still, While darkness veils this mortal eye, And wait thy wise and holy will, Though wrapped in fears and mystery ! I cannot, Lord, thy purpose see ; Yet all is well since ruled by thee.

When mounted on thy clouded car, Thou send'st thy darker spirits down, I can discern thy light afar, [frown ;

Thy light, sweet beaming through their And, should I faint a moment, then I think of thee, and smile again.

So, trusting in thy love, I tread

The narrow path of duty on :

What though some cherished joys are fled ?

What though some flattering dreams are

Yet purer, nobler joys remain, [gone ?

And peace is won through conquered pain.

Sir John Bowring.

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GOD OUR GUARDIAN.

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Thou art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see : Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.

When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, — Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.

When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath thy kindling eye : Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.

Thomas Moore. :Si6.

God cur Guardian

198.

As every day thy mercy spares Will bring its trials or its cares, O Father, till my life shall end, Be thou my counsellor and friend ; Teach me thy statutes all divine, And let thy will be always mine.

When each day's scenes and labors close, And wearied nature seeks repose, With pardoning mercy, richly blest, Guard me, my Father, while I rest ; And, as each morning sun shall rise, Oh, lead me onward to the skies !

And at my life's last setting sun, My conflicts o'er, my labors done, Father, thine heavenly radiance shed, To cheer and bless my dying bed ; And from death's gloom my spirit raise, To see thy face and sing thy praise.

Christian Psalmist. F 8

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GOD IN NATURE.

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The harp at Nature's advent strung

Has never ceased to play ; The song the stars of morning sung

Has never died away.

And prayer is made, and praise is given

By all things near and far : The ocean looketh up to heaven

And mirrors every star ;

The green earth sends her incense up From many a mountain shrine :

From folded leaf and dewy cup She pours her sacred wine.

The blue sky is the temple's arch ;

Its transept, earth and air ; The music of its starry march,

The chorus of a prayer.

So Nature keeps the reverent frame

With which her years began ; And all her signs and voices shame

The prayerless heart of man.

J. G. Whittier.

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The Book 0/ Nature.

There is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts ;

And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts.

The works of God, above, below,

Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show

How God himself is found.

The glorious sky, embracing all,

Is like the Maker's love, Wherewith encompassed, great and small

In peace and order move.

Two worlds are ours : 'tis only sin

Forbids us to descry The mystic heaven and earth within,

Plain as the sea and sky.

Thou who hast given us eyes to see

And love this sight so fair, Give us a heart to find out thee,

And read thee everywhere

John Keble.

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TOLLAND, cm.

GOD IN NATURE.

202, 203.

Reginald Spofforth.

2 O 2 • " Mighty in Power"

I sing the mighty power of God,

That made the mountains rise ; That spread the flowing seas abroad,

And built the lofty skies. I sing the wisdom that ordained

The sun to rule the day : The moon shines full at his command,

And all the stars obey.

I sing the goodness of the Lord,

That filled the earth with food : He formed the creatures with his word,

And then pronounced them good. Lord, how thy wonders are displayed,

Where'er I turn my eye ; If I survey the ground I tread,

Or gaze upon the sky !

There's not a plant or flower below,

But makes thy glories known ; And clouds arise, and tempests blow,

By order from thy throne. Creatures that borrow life from thee

Are subject to thy care : There's not a place where we can flee,

But God is present there.

Isaac Watts. 1709.

2 O ■* • Nature's Hymn.

The heavenly spheres to thee, O God !

Attune their evening hymn : All wise, all holy, thou art praised

In song of seraphim. Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds

Unite to worship thee, While thy majestic greatness fills

Space, time, eternity.

Nature, — a temple worthy thee, —

That beams with light and love ; Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below,

Whose stars rejoice above ; Whose altars are the mountain cliffs

That rise along the shore ; Whose anthems, the sublime accord

Of storm and ocean roar.

Her song of gratitude is sung

By spring's awakening hours ; Her summer offers at thy shrine

Its earliest, loveliest flowers ; Her autumn brings its ripened fruits,

In glorious luxury given ; While winter's silver heights reflect

Thy brightness back to heaven.

Sir John Bowring.

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2 OZL. Divine Goodness in Affliction.

Great Ruler of all nature's frame,

We own thy power divine ; We hear thy breath in every storm,

For all the winds are thine.

Wide as they sweep their sounding way, They work thy sovereign will ;

And, awed by thy majestic voice, Confusion shall be still.

Thy mercy tempers every blast To those who seek thy face ;

And mingles, with the tempest's roar, The whispers of thy grace.

Those gentle whispers let me hear,

Till all the tumult cease, And gales of Paradise shall lull

My weary soul to peace.

Philip Doddridge. 1755. 2 O ^ . Pious Education of Children. Ps. Ixxviii.

Let children hear the mighty deeds Which God performed of old ;

Which, in our younger years, we saw, And which our fathers told.

He bids us make his glories known, — His works of power and grace ;

And we'll convey his wonders down Through every rising race.

Our lips shall tell them to our sons,

And they again to theirs ; That generations yet* unborn

May teach them to their heirs.

Thus shall they learn in God alone

Their hope securely stands, That they may ne'er forget his works,

But practise his commands.

Isaac Watts. 2 OO. " H's Greatness is unsearchable ."

Great God, on whose sustaining power Unnumbered worlds depend ;

Great Spirit, comprehending all, Whom none can comprehend, —

With wondering reverence we adore,

With awe before thee bend, Whom none, but by thine inward light

And spirit, apprehend.

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GOD OUR GUIDE.

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207-209.

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The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat ;

His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set.

Let everlasting thanks be thine,

For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine

With beams of heavenly day.

William Cowper. 1779.

2 O Q • The Guide °f L'fe-

I cannot walk in darkness long,

My Light is by my side ; I cannot stumble or go wrong

While following such a guide.

He is my stay and my defence,

How shall I fail or fall ? My keeper is Omnipotence;

My Ruler ruleth all.

The powers below and powers above

Are subject to his care ; I cannot wander from his love,

Whose love is everywhere.

Caroline A. Mason.

2 O 7 • Father of Mercies.

Father of all our mercies, thou

In whom we move and live, Hear us in heaven, thy dwelling, now,

And answer and forgive.

When, harassed by ten thousand foes,

Our helplessness we feel, Oh, give the weary soul repose,

The wounded spirit heal !

When dire temptations gather round,

And threaten or allure, By storm or calm, in thee be found

A refuge strong and sure.

When age advances, may we grow

In faith and hope and love, And walk in holiness below

To holiness above !

James Montgomery. 1836. 2 O O . L ight and Glory 0/ the Word.

A glory gilds the sacred page,

Majestic like the sun : It gives a light to every age ;

It gives, but borrows none.

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LOVE OF GOD.

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With forests huge, of dateless time, Thy will has hung each peak sublime ; But withered leaves beneath the tree Have tongues that tell as loud of thee.

Teach us that not a leaf can grow, Till life from thee within it flow ; That not a grain of dust can be, O Fount of being ! save by thee ;

That every human word and deed, Each flash of feeling, will, or creed, Hath solemn meaning from above, Begun and ended all in love.

John Sterling. 1839. 2 12. tl God through all, and in you all."

God of the earth, the sky, the sea ; Of all above and all below, — Creation lives and moves in thee ; Thy present life through all doth flow.

2 1 O. The Love 0/ God.

O Source divine, and Life of all, The Fount of being's wondrous sea ! Thy depth would every heart appall, That saw not Love supreme in thee.

We shrink before thy vast abyss, [brood ; Where worlds on worlds unnumbered We know thee truly but in this, — That thou bestowest all our good.

And so, 'mid boundless time and space, Oh, grant us still in thee to dwell, And through the ceaseless web to trace Thy presence working all things well !

Bestow on every joyous thrill A deeper tone of reverent awe ; Make pure thy children's erring will, And teach their hearts to love thy law.

John Sterling. 1839. 2 11. Divine Meaning in Humble Things.

Thou, Lord, who rear'st the mountain's

height, And mak'st the cliffs with sunshine bright, Oh, grant that we may own thy hand No less in every grain of sand !

Thy love is in the sunshine's glow,

Thy life is in the quickening air :

When lightnings flash and storm-winds

blow, There is thy power ; thy law is there.

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GOD IS GOOD.

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We feel thy calm at evening's hour, Thy grandeur in the march of night ; And, when the morning breaks in power, We hear thy word, " Let there be light."

But higher far, and far more clear, Thee in man's spirit we behold ; Thine image and thyself are there, — The indwelling God, proclaimed of old.

Samuel Longfellow. 2 13- God in All.

There's nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see Some feature of the Deity.

There's nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace thy love, And meekly wait the moment when Thy touch shall make all bright again.

The heavens, the earth, where'er I look, Shall be one pure and shining book, Where I may read, in words of flame, The glories of thy wondrous name.

Thomas Moore. 1S16.

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Our God is good : in earth and sky, From ocean-depths and spreading wood, Ten thousand voices seem to cry, " God made us all, and God is good."

The sun that keeps his trackless way, And downward pours his golden flood, Night's sparkling hosts, all seem to say, In accents clear, that God is good.

I hear it in the rushing breeze : The hills that have for ages stood, The echoing sky and roaring seas, All swell the chorus, " God is good."

Yea, God is good, all nature says, By God's own hand with speech endued; And man, in louder notes of praise, Should sing for joy that God is good.

For all thy gifts we bless thee, Lord ; But chiefly for our heavenly food, [word : Thy pardoning grace, thy quickening These prompt our song, that God is good.

John Hampden Gurney. 1838.

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Great God, in vain man's narrow view Attempts to look thy nature through ! Our laboring powers with reverence own Thy glories never can be known.

Not the high seraph's mighty thought, Who countless years his God has sought, Such wondrous height or depth can find, Or fully trace thy boundless mind.

And yet thy kindness deigns to show Enough for mortal minds to know ; While wisdom, goodness, power divine, Through all thy works and conduct shine.

Oh, may our souls with rapture trace Thy works of nature and of grace, Explore thy sacred truth, and still Press on to know and do thy will !

Andrew Kippis. 1795. 2 I O • ^od Unsearchable.

Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will ; Tumultuous passions, all be still ; Nor let a murmuring thought arise ; His ways are just, his counsels wise.

He in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs his work, the cause conceals ; And, though his footsteps are unknown, Judgment and truth support his throne.

In heaven and earth, in air and seas, He executes his wise decrees ; And by his saints it stands confessed That what he does is ever best.

Then, O my soul, submissive wait, With reverence bow before his seat ; And 'midst the terrors of his rod Trust in a wise and gracious God.

Benjamin Beddome. 1818. 2 17. The Bread of Life.

Father, supply my every need ; Sustain the life thyself hast given, Oh, grant the never-failing bread, The manna that comes down from heaven !

The gracious fruits of righteousness, Thy blessings' unexhausted store, In me abundantly increase, Nor ever let me hunger more.

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GOD OUR FATHER.

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Father, adored in worlds above, Thy glorious name be hallowed still ; Thy kingdom come in truth and love ; And earth, like heaven, obey thy will.

Lord, make our daily wants thy care ; Forgive the sins which we forsake : In thy compassion let us share, As fellow-men of ours partake.

Evils beset us every hour ; Thy kind protection we implore : Thine is the kingdom, thine the power, The glory thine for evermore.

Birmingham Coll. Z 1 U. Divine Omnipresence.

Lord, thou hast searched and seen me

through : Thine eye commands, with piercing view, My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh, with all their powers.

My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known ; He knows the words I mean to speak, Ere from my opening lips they break.

Within thy circling power I stand ; On every side I find thy hand : Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,

1 am surrounded still with God.

Oh, may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest ; Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there !

Isaac Watts. 1719-

2 20. Praise to God. Ps. lxxxvi.

Eternal God, Almighty Cause Of earth and seas and worlds unknown, All things are subject to thy laws ; All things depend on thee alone.

Thy glorious being singly stands, Of all within itself possessed : Controlled by none are thy commands ; Thou in thyself alone art blessed.

Worship to thee alone belongs, Worship to thee alone we give ; Thine be our hearts, and thine our songs, And to thy glory may we live.

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Through every age his gracious ear Is open to his servants' prayer ; Nor can one humble soul complain That it hath sought its God in vain.

What unbelieving heart shall dare In whispers to suggest a fear, While still he owns his ancient name, The same his power, his love the same ?

To thee our souls in faith arise ; To thee we lift expectant eyes, And boldly through the desert tread, For God will guard where God shall lead.

Philip Doddridge- 2, £ -\ • The Besetting God.

Within thy circling arms I lie,

0 God ! in thine infinity : My soul in quiet shall abide, Beset with love on every side.

Within thy circling power I dwell, The power that doeth all things well ; Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,

1 am surrounded still with God.

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Father of lights, we sing thy name, Who kindlest up the lamp of day : Wide as he spreads his golden flame, His beams thy power and love display.

Fountain of good, from thee proceed The copious drops of genial rain, Which, o'er the hill and through the mead, Revive the grass and swell the grain.

Oh, let not our forgetful hearts O'erlook the tokens of thy care ; But what thy liberal hand imparts Still own in praise, still ask in prayer !

So shall our suns more grateful shine, And showers in sweeter drops shall fall, When all our hearts and lives are thine, And thou, O God, enjoyed in all !

Philip Doddridge. _ _ _ . Song- of Faith.

Sing to the Lord, and loud proclaim His mighty and his loving name ! Oh, may he not be named alone, But by our sure experience known !

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2 2 K • Loving-kindness of God.

Father, to thy kind love we owe All that is fair and good below ; Bestower of the health that lies On tearless cheeks and cheerful eyes !

Giver of sunshine and of rain ! Ripener of fruits on hill and plain ! Fountain of light, that, rayed afar, Fills the vast urns of sun and star !

Yet deem we not that thus alone Thy bounty and thy love are shown ; For we have learned, with higher praise And holier names, to speak thy ways.

In woe's dark hour, our kindest stay ; Sole trust when life shall pass away ; Teacher of hopes that light the gloom Of death, and consecrate the tomb \

Patient, with headstrong guilt to bear \ Slow to avenge, and kind to spare ; Listening to prayer, and reconciled Full quickly to thy erring child.

William Cullen Bryant. 1820.

How sure his law, how great his might !

His holiness, how infinite !

How reverend is his majesty!

His wisdom, oh, how deep and high !

Oh, may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest ; Nor let my lower passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there !

Isaac Watts. 1719- 2, 2 ZL. Love Divine.

O Love Divine, whose constant beam Shines on the eyes that will not see, And waits to bless us while we dream Thou leav'st us when we turn from thee !

All souls that struggle and aspire, All hearts of prayer, by thee are lit ; And, dim or clear, thy tongues of fire On dusky tribes and centuries sit.

Nor bounds, nor clime, nor creed thou

know'st : Wide as our need thy favors fall ; The white wings of the Holy Ghost Stoop, unseen, o'er the heads of all.

John G. Whittier.

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226, 227- DIVINE PROVIDENCE.

MELCOMBE. [Nazareth.] L. M.

Samuel Webbe. 1790.

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