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Thy blessing, Lord, upon us shower,

That we may live to feel its power. 3 0 may the peace

that Word bestows Be with our friend where'er he goes ! And when the storms of life are past,

May peace his spirit cheer at last!
4 In joy and grief, in praise and prayer,

In light and gloom, in bliss and care,
May Thy abounding mercy dwell

On him whom now we bid farewell ! 367 Death of a Scholar.

C.M. 1 DEATH has been here, and borne away

A scholar from our side ;
Just in the morning of his day,

As young as we, he died.
2. Perhaps our time may be as short,

Our days may fly as fast :
O Lord, impress the solemn thought,

That this may be our last !
3 We cannot tell who next may fall

Beneath the chastening rod;
One must be first, but may we all

Be ready to meet God.
868 Death of a Scholar.
1 A MOURNING class, a vacant seat,

Tell us that one we loved to meet
Will join our youthful throng no more,

Till all these changing scenes are o’er.
2 That welcome face, that sparkling eye,

And sprightly form, must buried lie


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Deep in the cold and silent gloom,

The rayless night that fills the tomb.
3 And we live on, but none can say

How near or distant is the day
When death's unwelcome hand shall come

To lay us in our narrow home.
4 God tells us by this mournful death,

How vain and fleeting is our breath ;
O may our souls be saved at last,

When life, and time, and death are past! 369 Loss of a Godly Teacher or Scholar, L. M. 1 Say, why should Christians grieve for those

Who safe arrive on Canaan's shore?
Released from all their hurtful foes,
They are not lost, but gone

2 Though many painful days on earth

Their fainting spirits numbered o’er,
Now they enjoy a heavenly birth;

They are not lost, but gone before. 3 Secure from every mortal care,

By sin and sorrow vexed no more,
Eternal happiness they share ;

They are not lost, but gone before.
4 On Jordan's brink whene'er we come,

And hear the swelling waters roar,
May Jesus safe convey us home

To friends not lost, but gone before.
370 Death of a Teacher.
1 AND have our supplications failed ?

Have neither prayers nor tears prevailed

L. M.

Our much-loved teacher to restore ?

And must we see his face no more?
2 Yet may we say, God's will be done !

Our teacher's gone, his race is run;
To heaven, his home, he took his flight,

And radiant shines in purest white. 3 Then, though no more we hear his tongue,

Praise should attend our mournful song;
He was to us in mercy sent,
And God takes back but what He lent.


371 Before Meat.

LORD, biess this food, and grant that we
May thankful for Thy mercies be ;
Teach us to know by whom we're fed ;
Bless us with Christ, the living Bread.

After Meat.
LORD, make us thankful for our food;
Bless us with faith in Jesus' blood;
With bread of life our souls supply,

That we may live with Christ on high. 373

Before Meat.
Be present at our table, Lord ;
Be here and everywhere adored ;
These mercies bless, and grant that we

May feast in Paradise with Thee.
After Meat.

L.M. WE thank Thee, Lord, for this our food, But most of all for Jesus' blood; Let manna to our souls be given, The bread of life sent down from heaven.


375 Before or After Meat. L.M.

LORD, we would praise Thy tender care,
Which does our daily bread prepare ;
O bless us still with earthly good,
And feed our souls with heavenly food !



PRAISE Him whose goodness shines below, Whose glory lights the realms above; Praise Him from whom all mercies flow, Source of eternal life and love!



To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth, and all in heaven.



May we be taught to praise the Lord,
The Father, Spirit, and the Word !
May we on earth His mercy prove,
And rise to heaven to sing His love !

379 Dismission.

L.M. PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.


L. N.


Willing Service.
THE mite my willing hands can give,

At Jesus' feet I lay :
Grace shall the humble gift receive,

Abounding grace repay.
381 Blessed Service.
1 My gracious Lord, I own Thy right

To every service I can pay;
And call it my supreme delight

To hear Thy dictates, and obey.
2 What is my being but for Thee,

Its sure support, its noblest end?
Thy ever-smiling face to see

And serve the cause of such a Friend.
3 His work my hoary age shall bless,

When youthful vigour is no more ;
And my last hour of life confess
His love hath animating power.

382 Power Belongeth to God. L. M. 1 Now, gracious Spirit, from above

Look down and bless our work of love;
Help us our weakness to confess,

And look to Thee for rich success.
2 Upon our youthful charge look down,

And our poor efforts sweetly crown;
The power, dear Lord, is all Thine own,
And be the glory Thine alone!

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