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8,7,8,7,4,7. In Thy name, O Lord, assembling,
We, Thy people, now draw near ;
Hear with meekness, Hear Thy word with godly fear. 2 While our days on earth are lengthened,
May we give them, Lord, to Thee ;
Till Thy glory
3 There in worship purer, sweeter,
Thee Thy people shall adore ;
LORD of power, Lord of might,
God and Father of us all,
Listen to our solemn call ;
2 Light and love and life are Thine,
Great Creator of all good.
Give us, with our daily food,
3 Graft within our heart of hearts
Love undying for Thy name;
Spread afar our Maker's fame ;
Clothe our souls with righteousness. 4 Full of years, and full of peace,
May our life on earth be blest.
And at last we sink to rest,
G. Thring. 38
Where Jesus answers pray’r ;
For none can perish there.
With this I venture nigh ;
And such, O Lord, am I.
By Satan sorely pressed,
I come to Thee for rest.
That, sheltered near Thy side,
And tell him, Thou hast died ! 5 Oh, wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain ? 2 Lord, on Thee our souls depend ;
In compassion, now descend,
Tune our lips to sing Thy praise. 3 In Thine own appointed way,
Now we seek Thee, here we stay ;
Till a blessing Thou bestow.
That may joy and peace afford ;
Full salvation to each heart.
Let the time of joy return;
Strong in faith, in love, and hope.
Thee a God sincere and kind;
W. Hammond. 40
To Thy temple I repair ;
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue.
God of love, to mine attend ;
Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads ;
Hear, for Jesus intercedes.
Fill my soul with humble awe,
Life and immortality.
Peace and pardon in Thy Name,
Hear Thee speaking from the sky.
May my heart within me burn;
J. Montgomery. 41
8,7,8,7,4,7. LORD, dismiss us with Thy blessing,
Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, Thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace ;
Oh, refresh us, Trav’ling thro’ this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give and adoration
For Thy Gospel's joyful sound;
Us from earth to call away,
May we ever
Smile on my evening hour.
Hallow and calm my troubled breast ;
Smile on my evening hour. 3 Let not the gospel seed remain
Unfruitful, or be sown in vain ;
Smile on my evening hour. 4 Oh, ever present, ever nigh,
Thou hear'st the contrite spirit's sigh ;
Smile on my evening hour. 5 My only intercessor Thou,
Mingle Thy fragrant incense now
Smile on my evening hour. 6 And, oh, when life's short course shall end,
And death's dark shades around impend,
Charlotte Elliott. 43
C. M. () God, by whom the seed is given,
By whom the harvest blest,
Implant within our breast.
And plunderers of the air,