Bless, O my soul! the living God ;
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad;
Let all the powers within me join

In work and worship so divine.

Bless, O my soul! the God of grace;
His favors claim thy highest praise :
Why should the wonders he hath wrought
Be lost in silence, and forgot?

'Tis he, my soul, who sent his Son

To die for crimes which thou hast done :
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.

Let the whole earth his power confess;
Let the whole earth adore his grace:
The Gentile with the Jew shall join
In work and worship so divine.

C. M. CADY.

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Fount of everlasting love!

Rich thy streams of mercy are: Flowing purely from above,

Beauty marks their course afar.

Lo! thy Church, thy garden now, Blooms beneath the heavenly shower: Sinners feel and melt and bow;

Mild, yet mighty, is thy power. God of grace, before thy throne

Here our warmest thanks we bring; Thine the glory, thine alone:

Loudest praise to thee we sing.

Hear, oh! hear our grateful song;
Let thy Spirit still descend;
Roll the tide of grace along,
Widening, deepening, to the end.

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Children of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing, -
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

Ye are travelling home to God
In the way the fathers trod :
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.

Fear not, brethren; joyful stand
On the borders of your land:
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.
Lord, submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below:
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.