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15.

'O SEND FORTH THY LIGHT.'

10s M.

O THOU whose power o'er moving worlds presides,

Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides! On darkling man in pure effulgence shine,

And cheer the clouded mind with light divine.

'Tis Thine alone to calm the pious breast With silent confidence and holy rest;

From Thee, great God! we spring, to Thee we tend,

Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End!

16.

INVOCATION.

6 & 4s M.

COME, Thou almighty King!
Help us Thy name to sing,
Help us to praise !

Father all-glorious,

O'er all victorious,

Come and reign over us,
Ancient of Days!

Come, Thou eternal Word,
By heaven and earth adored,
Our prayer attend!

Come and this people bless;
Give to Thy truth success;
Spirit of Holiness,

On us descend!

Come, holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour!
Thou who almighty art,
Rule now in every heart,
Never from us depart,
Spirit of Power!

INVITATION AND INTRODUCTION.

17.

INVITATION.

S. M

COME to the house of prayer,
O ye afflicted, come!

The God of peace shall meet you there,
He makes that house His home.

Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,
In kindred homage bow.

Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt His love;
Soon shall ye lift a holier song
In fairer courts above.

Ye young, before His throne, Come, bow; your voices raise ; Let not your hearts His praise disown, Who gives the power to praise.

Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all;
Who seest the tear of misery,
And hear'st the mourner's cal

Up to Thy dwelling-place
Bear our frail spirits on,

Till they outstrip time's tardy pace
And heaven on earth be won.

18.

COME, YE DISCONSOLATE.

P. M.

COME, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel! Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell you anguish ;

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying,

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.

19.

'CAST THY BURDEN UPON THE LORD.'

S. M.

How gentle God's commands!
How kind His precepts are!

Come, leave your burdens to the Lord,
And trust His constant care.

His bounty will provide;
Ye shall securely dwell;
The hand that bears creation up
Shall guard His children well.

O, why should anxious thought
Press down your weary mind?
Come, seek your Heavenly Father's face,
And peace and gladness find.

His goodness stands for all
Unchanged from day to day;
We'll drop our burden at His feet,
And bear a song away.

20.

GLAD WORSHIP.

11s M.

APPROACH not the altar with gloom in thy soul,
Nor let thy feet falter from terror's control;
God loves not the sadness of fear and mistrust;
O, serve Him with gladness, the Loving and
Just!

His bounty is tender, His being is love;

His smile fills with splendor the blue arch above; Confiding, believing, O, enter always

His courts with thanksgiving, His portals with praise!

Come not to His temple with pride in thy mien,
But lowly and simple, in courage serene;
Bring meekly before Him the faith of a child,
Bow down and adore Him with heart undefiled!

21.

THE HOUR OF PRAYER.

S. M.

Ir is the hour of prayer:
Draw near and bend the knee,
And fill the calm and holy air
With voice of melody!
O'erwearied with the heat
And burden of the day,
Now let us rest our wandering feet,
And gather here to pray.

The dark and deadly blight
That walks at noontide hour,
The midnight arrow's secret flight,
O'er us have had no power;
But smiles from loving eyes
Have been around our way,
And lips on which a blessing lies
Have bidden us to pray.

O, blessed is the hour

That lifts our hearts on high;
Like sunlight when the tempests lower,
Prayer to the soul is nigh;

Though dark may be our lot,

Our be dim with care,

eyes

These saddening thoughts shall trouble not This holy hour of prayer.

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