3 Then go, faithful servant (servants] and think, when distressed,

How sweet with thy [your] Lord from thy [your] labours to rest!

Those labours, how swiftly they haste to their close,

All vanished, forgotten, in blissful repose!

11, II, II, II. Irregular. G. W. BETHUNE.

1032 That we should go to the heathen.

Galatians ii. 9.

AREWELL to thee, brother! [you brethren] we meet but to part,

And sorrow is struggling with joy in each heart; There is grief, but there's hope all its anguish to quell;

The Master goes with thee [you]-farewel', oh! farewell!

2 Farewell! thou art [you are] leaving the home of thy [your] youth,

The friends of thy [your] God, and the temples of truth,

For the land where is heard no sweet sabbath

bell;

Yet the Master goes with thee [you]—farewell,

3 Farewell! for thou treadest [you are treading] the path that He trod,

His God is thy [your] Father, His Father thy [your] God;

And if ever with doubtings, thy [your] bosom shall swell,

Remember He's with thee [you]-Farewell Oh !

farewell!

4 Farewell! and God speed thee [you] glad tidings to bear,

To the desolate isles [lands] in their night of despair;

On the sea, on the shore, all the promises tell, His wings shall enfold thee [you]-Farewell! Oh farewell!

5 Farewell! but in spirit we often shall meet, Though the ocean divides us, at one mercy-seat, And above ne'er to part, but for ever to dwell With the Master in glory-Farewell! Oh farewell. 7,6s. Double.

1033 Do my prophets no harm.—Psalm cv. 15.

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OLL on, thou mighty ocean,
And, as thy billows flow,

Bear messengers of mercy
To every land below;
Arise, ye gales, and waft them

Safe to the destined shore;
That man may sit in darkness
And death's black shade no more.

2 O Thou eternal Ruler,

Who holdest in Thy arm

The tempests of the ocean,

Protect them from all harm!

Thy presence still be with them,
Wherever they may be;

Though far from us who love them,

Still let them be with Thee!

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WORSHIP.

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1034 I will ... make them joyful in My house of

I

prayer.-Isaiah lvi. 7.

RIGHT Thy presence when it breaketh,

BLord, on some rapt soul apart :

Sweet Thy Spirit when it speaketh
Peace unto some lonely heart;
Blest the rapturės

From unaided lips that start.

2 But more bright Thy presence dwelleth
In a waiting, burning throng;
. Yet more sweet the rapture swelleth
Of a many-voiced song:

More divinely

Glows each soul glad souls among.

3 Not alone, each angel waiteth;
Not apart, each seraph sings;
Lo! the Heavenly Host dilateth,
Circling bright the King of kings:
Hark! the rapture

From ten thousand voices rings.

4 With that radiant throng supernal Grant me Lord to shine for Thee; With that harmony eternal

Blend my song eternally!

Let me love Thee

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10, 10, II, II. Psalm lxxxiv.

WOW honoured, how dear,
That sacred abode

Where Christians draw near
Their Father and God!
'Mid worldly commotion,
My wearied soul faints
For the house of devotion,
The home of Thy saints.

2 Oh, happy the choirs,

Who praise Thee above!
What joy tunes their lyres,
Their worship is love.
Yet, safe in Thy keeping,
And happy they be,
In this world of weeping,
Whose strength is in Thee.

3 Though rugged their way,
They drink as they go,
Of springs that convey
New life as they flow.
The God they rely on

Their strength shall renew,
Till each, brought to Zion,
His glory shall view.

4 Thou Hearer of prayer,
Still grant me a place,
Where Christians repair,
To the courts of Thy grace.
More blest beyond measure,
One day so employed,
Than years of vain pleasure
Without Thee enjoyed.

CONDER.*

5 The Lord is a sun;

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The Lord is a shield :
What grace has begun,
With glory is sealed.
He hears the distressed,
He succours the just,
And they shall be blessed,

Who make Him their trust.

L.M.
Psalm lxxxiv.

WATTS.

REAT God, attend while Sion sings
The joy that from Thy presence springs,
To spend one day with Thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

2 God is our sun; He makes our day ;
God is our shield; He guards our way
From all the assaults of hell and sin,
From foes without, and foes within.

3 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too,
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.

4 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
And devils at Thy presence flee;

Blessed is the man that trusts in Thee.

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668,668. Psalm cxxii.

OW pleased and blest was I
To hear the people cry—

Come, let us seek our God to-day;
Yes, with a cheerful zeal

We haste to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honours pay.

WATTS.