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3 Not in my righteousness I trust; I bow before thee in the dust ; And through thy grace in Christ alone, I look for mercy at thy throne.
OCCASIONAL AND MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS.
For New Year's Day.
Bless thy word to young and old ;
Roll on with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear : His adorable will let us gladly fulfil,
And our talents improve By the patience of hope and the labour of love.
Glides swiftly away ;
We see the day near When the summons will come and the Master appear.
3 Oh that each in the day of his coming may say,
• I have fought my way through, I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to do:' Oh that each from his Lord may receive the glad word,
"Well and faithfully done! Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne.'
465. Praise to God through all the Changes of Life.
1 God of the changing year! whose arm of power In safety leads through danger's darkest hour ; Mere, in thy temple, bow thy creatures down, To bless thy mercy, and thy might to own : • Thee first, thee last, the source and spring of blessing, From age to age, from sire to son confessing.
To cheer its hours of darkness; all are thine :
5 Oh lend thine ear, and lift our voice to thee! Where'er we dwell, still let thy mercy be ; From year to year, still nearer to thy shrine Draw our frail hearts, and make them wholly thine; • Thee first, thee last, the source and spring of blessing, From youth to age, in life, in death confessing.
466. The Christian's Hope, resting on the Resurrection
of Jesus Christ, 'who hath abolished Death, and brought Life and Immortality to Light through the Gospel.:-2 Tim. i. 10,
(Hymn for Easter.)
1 Lirt your glad voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die. Vain were the terrors that gather'd around him,
And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound hina,
Resplendent in glory, to live and to save, Loud was the chorus of angels on high, · The Saviour bath risen, and man shall not die.'
2 Glory to God in full anthems of joy ;
The being he gave us, death cannot destroy. Sad were the life we inust part with to-morrow,
If tears were our birth-right, and death were our end : But Jesus hath cheer'd the dark valley of sorrow,
And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend. Lift then your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath rįsen, and man shall pot dię.