Hosanna! Master, lo! we bring
Our offerings to Thy throne;
Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing,
But hearts to be Thine own.

Jesu, when, welcomed home by Thee,
Thy temple we behold,

Hosannas through eternity

We'll sing to harps of gold.—Amen.

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P.M.

"That Thy way may be known upon earth, Thy saving health among all nations."

ARISE, O Lord, and shine,
In all Thy saving might,

And prosper each design

To spread Thy glorious light;
Let healing streams of mercy flow,
That all the earth Thy truth may know.

Bring distant nations near,
To sing Thy glorious praise;
Let all the people hear

And learn Thy holy ways!

Reign, mighty God, assert Thy cause,
And govern by Thy righteous laws!

Put forth Thy glorious power,
That Gentiles all may see,
And Earth present her store

In converts born to Thee:

God, our own God, His Church shall bless, And earth be filled with righteousness. AMEN.

C

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6-7's.

"God shall bless us, and all the ends of the earth shall fear Him."

GOD of mercy! God of grace!

Show the brightness of Thy face.
Shine upon us, Saviour, shine;
Fill Thy Church with light Divine;
And Thy saving health extend
Unto earth's remotest end.

Let the people praise Thee, Lord!
Heart and voice in sweet accord,
Let the nations shout and sing,
Glory to their Saviour King!
At Thy feet their tribute pay,
And Thy holy will obey.

Let the people praise Thee, Lord!
Earth shall then her fruits afford;
God to man His blessing give;
Man to God devoted live:
All below, and all above,

One in joy, and light, and love. AMEN.

"For in that He himself hath suffered being tempted, He is able to succour them that are tempted.'

AWHILE in spirit, Lord, with Thee

Into the desert would we flee;

Awhile upon the barren steep,
Our fast with Thee in spirit keep:

Awhile from Thy temptation learn
The dangerous snares of sin to spurn,
And in our hearts to feel and own,
"Man liveth not by bread alone.”
Incarnate Lord, we come to Thee,
Thou knowest our infirmity :
Be Thou our Helper in the strife,
Be Thou our true, our inward Life :
And while at Thy command we pray,
"Give us our bread from day to day,"
May we with Thee, O Christ! be fed,
Thou Word of God, Thou living Bread. AMEN.
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C.M.

"In my distress I cried unto the Lord, and He heard

FR

ROM depths of woe to God I cry,
And God my cry will hear :

The Friend of sinners reigns on high,
And suppliants need not fear.
I cast me on Thy plighted word,
I knock at mercy's gate;
Oh, hear my supplication, Lord,
Receive me ere too late!

As seamen on the stormy main,
As pilgrims on their road,
Look out by night for morn again,
So looks my soul for God.

Sweet are the dawnings of His grace,
More sweet the perfect day;

Rise, Sun of righteousness, and chase
Each lingering cloud away !—AMEN.

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P.M.

"I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.”

ALLELUIA! best and sweetest

Of the hymns of praise above!
Alleluia! thou repeatest,

Angel-host, these notes of love;
This ye utter,

While your golden harps ye move.
Alleluia! Church victorious,

Join the concert of the sky!
Alleluia! bright and glorious,

Lift, ye Saints, the strain on high !
We, poor exiles,

Join not yet your melody.

Alleluia! strains of gladness

Suit not souls with anguish torn ;
Alleluia! sounds of sadness
Best become our state forlorn :
Our offences

We with bitter tears must mourn.

But our earnest supplication,

Holy God, we raise to Thee;

Visit us with Thy salvation,
Make us all Thy joys to see:

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Alleluia !

Ours at length the strain shall be. AMEN.

"Touched with a feeling of our infirmities.”

C.M.

WHEN, wounded sore, the stricken soul

Lies bleeding and unbound,

One only hand, a piercèd hand,

Can salve the sinner's wound.

When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner's woe.

When penitence has wept in vain
Over some foul dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.

'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief,

His heart that's touched with all our joys,
And feels for all our grief.

Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,
Unseal that cleansing tide;

We have no shelter from our sin

But in Thy wounded side.—AMEN.

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C.M.

"Lord, remember me when Thou comest into Thy

kingdom."

THOU from whom all goodness flows,

I lift my heart to Thee;

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord! remember me.

When on my aching, burdened heart

My sins press heavily,

Thy pardon speak, Thy peace impart,
In love, remember me.

If strong temptations crowd my way,
And ills I cannot flee,.

O give me strength, Lord, as my day,
For good, remember me.