1 THY presence, ever-living God!
Wide through all nature spreads abroad;
Thy watchful eyes, which never sleep,
In every place thy children keep.
2 While near each other we remain,
Thou dost our lives and
powers sustain
When separate, we rejoice to share
Thy counsels and thy gracious care.
3 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 still as thine.
Give us within thy house to raise
Again united songs of praise;
Or, if that joy no more be known,
Give us to meet around thy throne.
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1 MILLIONS within thy courts have met; Millions, this day, before thee bowed; Their faces Zionward were set, [vowed. Vows with their lips to thee they 2 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,
Hath failed this day some suit to gain; To those in trouble thou wert nigh;
Not one hath sought thy face in vain. 3 Yet one prayer more!--and be it one In which both heaven and earth accord, Fulfil thy promise to thy Son;
Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord!]
Awake, put on Thy Strength.
Put on thy strength, the nations shake; Now let the world adoring see
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee.
Almighty God, thy grace proclaim Through every clime, of every name; Let adverse powers before thee fall, And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
1 FROM Worship, now, thy church dismiss,-
But not without thy blessing, Lord;
Oh, grant a taste of heavenly bliss,
And seal instruction from thy word.
Oft may these pleasant scenes return,
When we shall meet to worship thee;
Oft may our hearts within us burn,
To hear thy word, thy goodness see.
1 ANOTHER Sabbath, Lord, has gone,
Another day of peace and rest:
Swiftly its precious hours have flown -
Hours which thy sacred presence blest.
2 The portals of a week of care,
Stand open for our weary feet;
Oh! give us strength to enter there,
Grant us thy grace its toils to meet.
May the pure joys this day hath brought,
Shed gladness o'er the coming hours,-
The cheering truths thy word hath taught,
Give strength to all our faltering powers. 1
May faith's bright angel be our guide
Across the stream of toil and care,
Whose troubled waters so divide
Now may the Lord, our Shepherd, lead
To living streams his little flock;
May he in flowery pastures feed,
Shade us at noon beneath the rock!
These Sabbath times of praise and prayer. 2 Now may we hear our Shepherd's voice,
1 THY bounteous hand with food can bless
The bleak and barren wilderness;
And thou hast taught us, Lord, to pray
For daily bread from day to day.
2 And, oh, when through the wilds we roam,
That part us from our heavenly home;
When, lost in danger, want, and woe,
Our faithless tears begin to flow,—
3 Do thou thy gracious comfort give,
By which alone the soul can live;
And grant thy children, Lord, we pray,
The bread of life from day to day.
And gladly answer to his call;
Now may our hearts for him rejoice,
Who knows, and names, and loves us all.
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