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8,7,8,7,4,7. In Thy name, O Lord, assembling,

We, Thy people, now draw near ;
Teach us to rejoice with trembling,
Speak, and let Thy servants hear-

Hear with meekness, Hear Thy word with godly fear. 2 While our days on earth are lengthened,

May we give them, Lord, to Thee ;
Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened,
May we run, nor weary be,

Till Thy glory
Without clouds in heaven we see.

3 There in worship purer, sweeter,

Thee Thy people shall adore ;
Tasting of enjoyment greater
Far than thought conceived before -

Full enjoyment,
Full, unmixed, and evermore.

T. Kelly.


7s, 61.

LORD of power, Lord of might,

God and Father of us all,
Lord of day, and Lord of night,

Listen to our solemn call ;
Listen, whilst to Thee we raise
Songs of pray’r and songs of praise.

2 Light and love and life are Thine,

Great Creator of all good.
Fill our souls with light divine ;

Give us, with our daily food,
Blessings from Thy heavenly store-
Blessings rich for evermore.

3 Graft within our heart of hearts

Love undying for Thy name;
Bid us, ere the day departs,

Spread afar our Maker's fame ;
Young and old together bless ;

Clothe our souls with righteousness. 4 Full of years, and full of peace,

May our life on earth be blest.
When our trials here shall cease,

And at last we sink to rest,
Fountain of eternal love,
Call us to our home above.

G. Thring. 38

C. M.
APPROACH, my soul, the mercy seat,

Where Jesus answers pray’r ;
There humbly fall before His feet,

For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea,

With this I venture nigh ;
Thou callest burdened souls to Thee,

And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,

By Satan sorely pressed,
By war without, and fears within,

I come to Thee for rest.
4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place,

That, sheltered near Thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell him, Thou hast died ! 5 Oh, wondrous love! to bleed and die,

To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious name.

J. Newton.


LORD, we come before Thee now,
At Thy feet we humbly bow;
O do not our suit disdain,

Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain ? 2 Lord, on Thee our souls depend ;

In compassion, now descend,
Fill our hearts with Thy rich grace,

Tune our lips to sing Thy praise. 3 In Thine own appointed way,

Now we seek Thee, here we stay ;
Lord, we know not how to go,

Till a blessing Thou bestow.
4 Send some message from Thy word,

That may joy and peace afford ;
Let Thy Spirit now impart

Full salvation to each heart.
5 Comfort those who weep and mourn,

Let the time of joy return;
Those that are cast down lift up,

Strong in faith, in love, and hope.
6 Grant that those who seek may find

Thee a God sincere and kind;
Heal the sick, the captive free,
Let us all rejoice in Thee.

W. Hammond. 40

To Thy temple I repair ;
Lord, I love to worship there,
While thy glorious praise is sung,

Touch my lips, unloose my tongue.
2 While the prayers of saints ascend,

God of love, to mine attend ;


Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads ;

Hear, for Jesus intercedes.
3 While I hearken to Thy law,

Fill my soul with humble awe,
Till Thy Gospel bring to me

Life and immortality.
4 While Thy ministers proclaim

Peace and pardon in Thy Name,
Through their voice, by faith, may I

Hear Thee speaking from the sky.
5 From Thy house when I return,

May my heart within me burn;
And at evening let me say,
“I have walked with God to-day.”

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;
May the fruits of Thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound;

Ever faithful
To the truth may we be found !
3 So, whene'er the signal's given

Us from earth to call away,
Borne on angels' wings to heaven,
Glad the summons to obey,

May we ever
Rise, and reign in endless day.

J. Fawcett.


THE Sabbath-day has reach'd its close,
Yet, Saviour, ere I seek repose,
Grant me the peace Thy love bestows :

Smile on my evening hour.
2 O heavenly comforter, sweet guest !

Hallow and calm my troubled breast ;
Weary, I come to Thee for rest :

Smile on my evening hour. 3 Let not the gospel seed remain

Unfruitful, or be sown in vain ;
Let heavenly dews descend like rain :

Smile on my evening hour. 4 Oh, ever present, ever nigh,

Thou hear'st the contrite spirit's sigh ;
Jesus, on Thee I fix mine eye ;

Smile on my evening hour. 5 My only intercessor Thou,

Mingle Thy fragrant incense now
With every prayer, and every vow :

Smile on my evening hour. 6 And, oh, when life's short course shall end,

And death's dark shades around impend,
My God, my everlasting Friend,
Smile on my evening hour.

Charlotte Elliott. 43

C. M. () God, by whom the seed is given,

By whom the harvest blest,
Thy word, like manna shower'd from heav'n,

Implant within our breast.
2 Preserve it from the passing feet,

And plunderers of the air,

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