I My God, and is thy table spread,
And does thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all thy children led,
And let them thy sweet mercies know.

2 O, let thy table honored be,

And furnished well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes.

3 Drawn by thy quickening grace, O Lord,
In countless numbers let them come,
And gather from their Father's board
The bread that lives beyond the tomb.
4 Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest
Till through the world thy truth has run,
Till with this bread all men be blest,
Who see the light or feel the sun.

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I O THOU, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart; it pants for thee:
O, burst these bonds, and set it free!
2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross,
Nail my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.

3 If in this darksome wild I stray,

Be thou my light, be thou my way;

No foes, no violence I fear,

No harm, while thou, my God, art near. 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe, Father, thy timely aid impart, And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 5 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see, Dauntless, untired, I follow thee; O, let thy hand support me still, And lead me to thy holy hill!

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I FATHER of all! whose cares extend To earth's remotest shore,

Through every age let praise ascend, And every clime adore.

2 Mean though I am,

not wholly so, Since quickened by thy breath,Lord, lead me whereso'er I go, Through this day's life or death.

3 Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see;

That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.

4 If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay;

If I am wrong, O, teach my heart
To find that better way.

5 What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do,

This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.

O

vine Would then transform our earth to heav'n!

427.

I JESUS, what precept is like thine,
"Forgive as ye would be forgiven!"
If heeded, O, what power divine
Would then transform our earth to heaven!
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1 FATHER, whose love is measureless,
Who dost thy weakest creature bless,
We come to bear our grateful song
For all the gifts which round us throng.

2 We cannot count them one by one,
And say, our thankful task is done;
Eternity, with endless days,

Is all too short to tell thy praise.

Grace Church. L.M.

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height,

And mak'st the cliffs with sunshine bright,
O, grant that we may own thy hand
No less in every grain of sand !

2 With forests huge, of dateless time,
Thy will has hung each peak sublime;
But withered leaves beneath the tree
Have tongues that tell as loud of thee.

Till life from thee within it flow;
That not a grain of dust can be,
O Fount of being, save by thee.

4 That every human word and deed,
Each flash of feeling, will, or creed,
Hath solemn meaning from above,
Begun and ended all in love.