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Thy quickening life, forever near,
Matured the swelling grain ;-
The bounteous harvest crowns the year
And plenty fills the plain.

With thankful hearts we trace Thy way
Through all our smiling vales;
Thou, by whose love, nor night nor day.
Seed-time nor harvest fails!

207.

THANKSGIVING HYMN.

7s M.

PRAISE to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days!
Bounteous Source of every joy,
Let Thy praise our tongues employ!
All to Thee, our God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow!

All the blessings of the fields,
All the stores the garden yields,
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain ;-
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land,
All the plenty summer pours,
Autumn's rich, o'erflowing stores ;-
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

Peace, prosperity, and health,
Private bliss and public wealth,
Knowledge, with its gladdening streams,
Pure religion's holier beams;

Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

THE FAMILY.

208.

'PEACE BE UNTO THIS HOUSE.'

C. M.

LORD of the families below!

To Thee our prayers we send;
Do Thou from danger and from woe
This dwelling-place defend.

Here let Thy peace, O Father! rest;
Here let Thy love abide ;

Our every joy in Thee more blest,
Our sorrow sanctified.

May our petitions when we meet,
And every secret prayer,
Come up before Thy mercy-seat,

And find acceptance there.

Teach us, with hearts made one in love, To do Thy pure commands;

And give us, in Thy time, above,

A house not made with hands.

209.

BROTHERLY LOVE.

7s. M.

LORD! subdue our selfish will;
Each to each our tempers suit,
By Thy modulating skill,
Heart to heart, as lute to lute.

Sweetly on our spirits move;
Gently touch the trembling strings;
Make the harmony of love,
Music for the King of kings!

210.

MARRIAGE HYMN.

7s M.

FATHER, in Thy presence now
Has been pledged the nuptial vow;
Heart to heart, as hand in hand,
Linked in one Thy children stand.

God of love! this union bless,
With earth's purest happiness;
With those joys whose heavenly spring
Shall diviner raptures bring.

May these blended souls be found
Firm in duty's active round;
Daily every burden share,

Nightly seek Thy shadowing care.

When against their trembling forms
Shoot the arrows of life's storms;
Or when age or sickness waits
Herald at life's parting gates;-

In the fulness of belief,

May they look beyond the grief;
And together fearless tread

In the path where Thou shalt lead.

211.

THE MOTHER'S HYMN.

L. M.

LORD, who ordainest for mankind
Benignant toils and tender cares,
We thank Thee for the ties that bind
The mother to the child she bears.

We thank Thee for the hopes that rise
Within her heart as, day by day,
The dawning soul from those young eyes
Looks with a clearer, steadier ray,

And, grateful for the blessing given,
With that dear infant on her knee,
She trains the eye to look to heaven,
The voice to lisp a prayer to Thee.
All-gracious! grant to those who bear
A mother's charge, the strength and light
To guide the feet that own their care
In ways of Love and Truth and Right.

212.

DEDICATION OF A CHILD.

L. M.

THIS child we dedicate to Thee,
O God of grace and purity!

Shield it from sin and threatening wrong,
And let Thy love its life prolong.

O, may Thy spirit gently draw
Its willing soul to keep Thy law;
May virtue, piety, and truth,
Dawn even with its dawning youth!

We, too, O God! Thy children are;
And if our feet have wandered far,
Recall us to our Father's home,
And keep us that no more we roam.

213.

BENEDICTION OF CHILDREN.
S. M.

To Thee, O God! whose face
Their angels still behold,

We bring these children, that Thy grace
May keep, Thine arms enfold.

And as the blessing falls Upon each youthful brow, Thy holy spirit grant, O Lord! To keep them pure as now.

FUNERAL.

214.

FUNERAL HYMN.

P. M.

BROTHER, thou art gone before us,

And thy saintly soul is flown, Where tears are wiped from every eye, And sorrows are unknown;

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