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2 For thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind;
Such ever bring thee, where they come,
And going, take thee to their home.
3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few!
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name.



Prayer for a Blessing on Preaching.
SAVIOUR, bless the word to all,
Quick and powerful let it prove;
Oh let sinners hear thy call,
And thy people grow in love.
2 Thine own gracious message bless,
Follow it with power divine;
Give the gospel great success,
Thine the work-the glory thine.
3 Saviour, bid the world rejoice,

Send, oh send thy truth abroad!
Let the nations hear thy voice,
Hear it, and return to God.

S. M.


Sanctifying Influence of the Truth sought.
I HEAR thy word with love,
And I would fain obey;
Lord, send thy Spirit from above
To guide me, lest I stray.

2 Oh! who can ever find
The error of his ways?
Yet, with a bold, presumptuous mind,
I would not dare transgress.

3 Warn me of every sin,
Forgive my secret faults,
And cleanse this guilty soul of mine,
Whose crimes exceed my thoughts.
4 While with my heart and tongue,
I spread thy praise abroad,
Accept the worship and the song,
My Saviour, and my God.

S. M.


Delight in the Worship of the Sabbath.
SWEET is the work, O Lord,
Thy glorious name to sing;
To praise and pray-to hear thy word,
And grateful offerings bring.

2 Sweet-at the dawning light,
Thy boundless love to tell;
And when approach the shades of night,
Still on the theme to dwell.

3 Sweet-on this day of rest,
To join in heart and voice,
With those, who love and serve thee best,
And in thy name rejoice.

4 To songs of praise and joy
Be every Sabbath given,
That such may be our blest employ
Eternally in heaven.


L. M.



DISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord;
Help us to feed upon thy word;

All that has been amiss forgive,
And let thy truth within us live.

2 Though we are guilty, thou art good; Wash all our works in Jesus' blood; Give every burdened soul release, And bid us all depart in peace.


8s, 7s & 4.

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,
Travelling through 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!
May thy presence
With us evermore be found!

3 Then, 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

Reign with Christ in endless day.


8s & 7s.

MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour,
And the Father's boundless love,
With the Holy Spirit's favor,
Rest upon us from above.

2 Thus may we abide in union With each other, and the Lord,

And possess, in sweet communion,
Joys which earth cannot afford.

8s, 7s & 4


GOD of our salvation, hear us;
Bless, oh bless us, ere we go;
When we join the world, be near us,
Lest we cold and careless grow:
Saviour, keep us—

Keep us safe from every foe. 2 May we live in view of heaven,

Where we hope to see thy face;
Save us from unhallowed leaven,
All that might obscure thy grace;
Keep us walking
Each in his appointed place.

3 As our steps are drawing nearer
To the place we call our home,
May our view of heaven grow clearer,
Hope more bright of joys to come;
And, when dying,

May thy presence cheer the gloom.


Benediction and Doxology


JESUS, on thy people shine!

Warm our hearts and tune our tongues!
That with angels we may join,

Share their bliss and swell their songs.
Glory, honor, praise, and power,
Lord, be thine for evermore!



88 & 78.

State and Prospects of the Heathen. HARK!-what mean those lamentations, Rolling sadly through the sky? 'Tis the cry of heathen nations"Come, and help us, or we die!" 2 Hear the heathen's sad complaining— Christians, hear their dying cry; And, the love of Christ constraining, Join to help them, ere they die.


P. M..

FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,

From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle-
Though every prospect pleases,

And only man is vile?-
In vain, with lavish kindness,

The gifts of God are strown; The heathen, in his blindness,

Bows down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted By wisdom from on high

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