ADDED BY REV. R. C. WATERSTON.
610. C. M.
Supplication.
1 BE thou, O God, by night, by day,
My Guide, my Guard from sin,
My Life, my Trust, my Light Divine,
To keep me pure within ;-
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2 Pure as the air, when day's first light A cloudless sky illumes,
And active as the lark, that soars
Till heaven shines round its plumes.
3 So may my soul, upon the wings
Of faith, unwearied rise,
Till at the gate of heaven it sings,
Midst light from paradise.
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L. M.
The Sabbath.
1 WE bless thee for this sacred day,
Thou who hast every blessing given,
Which sends the dreams of earth away,
And yields a glimpse of opening heaven.
2 Lord, may thy truth upon the heart Now fall, and dwell as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start, Where once the weeds of error grew.
3 We would our prayers with fervor bring,
And lay them at thy sacred throne,
And render praise, Ò, Heavenly King,
To thee, who praise canst claim alone.
L. M.
The Truth as it is in Jesus.
1 GREAT God, the followers of thy Son,
We bow before thy mercy-seat,
To worship thee, the Holy One,
And pour our wishes at thy feet.
2 O, grant thy blessing here to-day!
O, give thy people joy and peace!
The tokens of thy love display,
And favor that shall never cease.
3 We seek the truth that Jesus brought;
His path of light we long to tread;
Here be his holy doctrines taught,
And here their purest influence shed.
4 May faith and hope and love abound;
Our sins and errors be forgiven;
And we, in thy great day, be found
Children of God, and heirs of heaven.
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Supplication.
1 O, LORD of Life! to thee we pray,
Send down thy spirit from above,
And fill, great Fount of truth! this day
Each mind with light, each heart with love.
2 Here may a grateful people bow
To thee who spake and it was done,
And here be ever loved as now,
Thy living word, thy loving Son.
3 This hallowed church, long may it stand
The hope of Age, the joy of Youth,
A sacred watch-tower in the land,
A mighty battlement of Truth!
4 Thy suppliant children wilt thou bless,
Conform our wills unto thy own,
Give to thy glorious word success,
And raise within each soul thy throne!
614. 8 & 7s. M. ANONYMOUS.
Sabbath Morning.
1 WELCOME, Welcome, quiet morning,
Welcome is this holy day;
Now the Sabbath morn returning,
Says a week has passed away.
Let me think how time is passing,
Soon the longest life departs,
Nothing human is abiding,
Save the love of humble hearts.
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2 Love to God, and to our neighbor,
Makes our purest happiness;
Vain the wish, the care, the labor,
Earth's poor trifles to possess.
Swift my life's vain dreams are passing,
Like the startled dove they fly;
Or the clouds each other chasing,
Over yonder quiet sky.
3 Father, now one prayer I raise thee;
Give an humble, grateful heart;
Never let me cease to praise thee,
Never from thy fear depart;
Then, when years have gathered o'er me,
And the world is sunk in shade,
Heaven's bright realm will rise before me;
There my treasure will be laid.
7s. M.
A Blessing Implored.
1 SOURCE of light and life divine!
Thou didst cause the light to shine;
Thou didst bring thy sunbeams forth
O'er thy new-created earth.
2 May we ne'er, by guilt depressed,
Lose the way to endless rest;
May no thoughts, corrupt and vain,
Draw our souls to earth again.
3 Rather lift them to the skies,
Where our much-loved treasure lies;
Help us in our daily strife,
Make us struggle into life.
L. M.
Universal Worship.
10 THOU, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue! 2 Not now on Zion's height alone,
Thy favored worshipper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat, weary, by the patriarch's well.
3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.
4 O, Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,
To thee, at last, in every clime,
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.
1 O LORD, thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix my frail, inconstant heart;
Henceforth my chief desire shall be
To dedicate myself to thee.
2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy:
That silent, secret thought shall be,
That all my hopes are fixed on thee.
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