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Fain would we leave this weary road 5. Oft as the precious seed is sown,
To sleep in death, and rest in God. Doddridge.
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THYpresence, gracious God, afford, Prepare us to receive thy word; Now let thy voice engage our ear, And faith be mix’d with what we hear. 2. Distracting thoughts and cares remove, And fix our hearts and hopes above: With food divine may we be fed, And satisfied with living bread.
3. To each thy sacred word apply, With sovereign power and energy; And may we, in thy faith and fear, Reduce to practice what we hear.
4. Father, in us thy Son reveal; Teach us to know, and do thy will; Thy saving power and love display, And guide us to the realms of day. Fawcett.
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ALMIGHTY God, thy word is cast Like seed into the ground;
Now let the dew of heaven descend, And righteous fruits abound.
2. Let not the foe of Christ and man
Thy quickening grace bestow; That all, whose souls the truth receive, Its saving power may know. Congregational H. B.
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ON what, in weakness, has been sown,
Thy blessing, gracious Lord, bestow; The power is thine, yea thine alone, To make it spring and fruitful grow: Do thou the plenteous harvest raise, And thou alone shalt have the praise.
J. Newton (ad.)
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ONCE more, before we part,
32. T. 22. DISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord! Help us to feed upon thy word: All that has been amiss forgive, And let thy truth within us live.
2. Though we are guilty, thou art good; (blood: Sprinkle our works with Jesus' Give every fetter'd soul release, And bid us all depart in peace.
Hart. 633. T. 90. TO thee, O Lord, our wants are
known, From thee deriv'd are all our powers;
Accept, we pray, what is thine own,
2. O Saviour grant, that each of us,
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LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing:
2. Thanks we give, and adoration,
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THOUSANDS, O Lord of hosts, Within thy temple meet; (to-day And tens of thousands throng to Their homage at thy feet. (pay 2. The dew lies thick on all the ground. Shall my poor fleece be dry 2
The manna rains from heaven Shall I of hunger die? (around,
3. Behold thy prisoner, loose my If 'tis thy gracious will; (bands,
If not, contented in thy hands,
SAFELY through another week