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UIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, T Pilgrim through this barren land, I am weak, but thou art mighty;

Hold me with thy powerful hand. 2 Open now the crystal fountains

Whence the living waters flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar

Lead me all my journey through. 3 Feed me with the heavenly manna

In this barren wilderness;
Be my sword, and shield, and banner,

Be the Lord my Righteousness.
4 When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,

Land me safe on Canaan's side. Amen. Welsh; William Williams, 1745; Tr. Peter Williams, 1772;

alt. John Keble, 1857

Also the following 118 My soul, be on thy guard 247 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us 248 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace 354 Saviour, teach me, day by day 372 My God, accept my heart this day

The Lord's Day 43

7.6.7.6 D:
DAY of rest and gladness,
O

O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,

Most beautiful, most bright;

On thee the high and lowly,

Through ages joined in tune, Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy,

To the great God Triune. 2 On thee, at the creation,

The light first had its birth; On thee for our salvation

Christ rose from depths of earth; On thee our Lord victorious

The Spirit sent from heaven, And thus on thee most glorious

A triple light was given. 3 Thou art a port protected

From storms that round us rise; A garden intersected

With streams of Paradise;
Thou art a cooling fountain

In life's dry, dreary sand;
From thee, like Pisgah's mountain,

We view our promised land. 4 To-day on weary nations

The heavenly manna falls; To holy convocations

The silver trumpet calls, Where Gospel-light is glowing

With pure and radiant beams, And living water flowing

With soul-refreshing streams. 5 New graces ever gaining

From this our day of rest, We reach the rest remaining

To spirits of the blest. To Holy Ghost be praises,

To Father, and to Son; The Church her voice upraises To thee, blest Three in One. Amen.

Christopher Wordsworth, 1862

SWE

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L.M. WEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy Name, give thanks and

sing; To show thy love by morning light,

And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;

No mortal cares shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in túne be found,

Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,

And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!

How deep thy counsels, how divine!
4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know

All I desired or wished below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

Isaac Watts, 1719; Psalm 98

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S.M. day : T Let there be light to-day; O Day-spring, rise upon our night,

And chase its gloom away. 2 This is the day of rest:

Our failing strength renew;
On weary brain and troubled breast

Shed thou thy freshening dew. 3 This is the day of peace:

Thy peace our spirits fill;
Bid thou the blasts of discord cease,

The waves of strife be still.

4 This is the day of prayer:

Let earth to heaven draw near;
Lift up our hearts to seek thee there,

Come down to meet us here. 5 This is the first of days:

Send forth thy quickening breath, And wake dead souls to love and praise, O Vanquisher of death! Amen.

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Six 7's AFELY through another week

way;

Let us now a blessing seek,

Waiting in his courts to-day;
Day of all the week the best,

Emblem of eternal rest.
2 While we seek for pardoning grace,

Through the dear Redeemer's Name, Show thy reconcilèd face,

Take away our sin and shame; From our worldly cares set free,

May we rest this day in thee. 3 Here we come thy Name to praise;

Let us feel thy presence near;
May thy glory meet our eyes,

While we in thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast. Amen.

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Four 7's
N this day, the first of days,

God the Father's Name we praise:
Who, creation's Lord and Spring,
Did the world from darkness bring.

ON

2 On this day the Eternal Son

Over death his triumph won;
On this day the Spirit came

With his gifts of living flame. 3 O that fervent love to-day

May in every heart have sway,
Teaching us to praise aright

God, the Source of life and light. 4 Father, who didst fashion me

Image of thyself to be,
Fill me with thy love divine,

Let my every thought be thine. 5 Holy Jesus, may I be

Dead and buried here with thee;
And, by love inflamed, arise

Unto thee a sacrifice.
6 Thou, who dost all gifts impart,

Shine, blest Spirit, in my heart;
Best of gifts thyself bestow;

Make me burn thy love to know. 7 God, the blessed Three in One,

Dwell within my heart alone;
Thou dost give thyself to me,
May I give myself to thee. Amen.

Latin; Tr. Henry W. Baker, 1861

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Six 8's SAVIOUR, bless us ere we go;

Thy word into our minds instil, And make our lukewarm hearts to glow

With lowly love and fervent will. Through life's long day and death's dark

night, O gentle Jesus, be our light.

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