4 My life, my blood, I here present, If for thy truth they may be spent; Fulfil thy soy'reign counsel, Lond; Thy will be done, thy Name adored. 5 Give me thy strength, O God of power; Then let winds blow, or thunders roar, Ths faithful witness will I be : 'Tis fix'd; I can do all through thee.

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C. M. The Minister's prayer : The scandal of the

cro88. CESUS, my strength and righteousness, Triuniphantly thy Name I bless

Thy conqu’ring Name I sing. 2 Thou, Lord, hast magnified thy Name;

Thou hast maintain'd thy cause; And I enjoy the glorious shame,

The scandal of thy cross.
3 Thou gavést me to speak thy word,

In the appointed hour;.
I hava proclaim'd my dying Lord,

And felt thy Spirit's power. 4 Superior to my foes I stood,

Above their smile or frown; On all the strangers to thy blood

With pitying love look'd down. 50 let me have thy presence still;

Set as a flint my face,
To show the counsel of thy will,

Which saves a world by grace. 60 let me never blush to own

The glorious Gospel-word; Which saves a world through faith alone,

Faith in a dying Lord.

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L. M. The Minister's prayer: Boldness in the Gospel, HALL I, for fear of feeble man,

The Spirit's course in me restrain Or, undismay'd in deed and word, Be a true witness of my Lord!

Awed by a mortal's frown, shall I Conceal the word of God Most High? How then before thee shall I dare To stand, or how thine anger bear! 3 Shall I, to soothe the unholy throng, Soften thy truth, or smooth my tongue, To guin earth's gilded toys,---or flee The cross endured, my Lord, by thee! 4 What then is he whose scorn I dread! Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid ! A man! an heir of denth! a slave To sin ! a bubble on the wave! 5 Yea, let men rage; since thou wilt spread Thy shadowing wings around my head : Since in all pain thy tender love Will still my sure refreshment prove. 656

3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s.

Birthday.
GI
OD of my life, to thee
U My cheerful soul I raise ;
Thy goodness bade me be,

And still prolongs my days :
I see my natal hour return,
And bless the day that I was born.
2 A clod of living earth,

I glorify thy Name,
From whom alone my birth,

And all my blessings came :
Creating and preserving grace,
Let all that is within me praise.

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3 Long as I live beneath,

To thee O let me live;
To thee my every breath

In thanks and praises give :
Whate'er I have, whate'er I am,
Shall magnify my Maker's Name,
4 Mv soul and all its powers

Thine, wholly thine, shall be;
All, all my happy hours

I consecrate to thee:
Me to thine image now restore,
And I shall praise thee evermore.
5 I wait thy will to do,

As angels do in heaven;
In Christ a creature new,

Most graciously forgiven :
I wait thy perfect will to prove,
All sanctified by spotless love.
6 Then, when the work is done,

The work of faith with power,
Receive thy favour'd son,

In death's triumphant hour:
Like Moses, to thyself convey,
And kiss niy raptured soul away.

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Smarting under the rod.

I would the kind chastisement feel; But never faint beneath the rod,

Nor desp'rate, nor insensible : 2 From each extreme divinely kept,

The trouble coming from above I would with thankful awe accepty

And bless with tears my Father's love.

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Secret communion with God.
WEET is the prayer whose boly stream
'In earnest pleading flows;
Devotion dwells upon the theme,

And warm and warmer glows.
2 Faith grasps the blessing she desires ;

Hope points the upward gaze;
And Love, celestial Love, inspires

The eloquence of praise.
3 But sweeter far the still small voice,

Unheard by human ear,
When God has made the heart rejoice,

And dried the bitter tear,
4 No accents flow, no words ascend;

All'utt'rance faileth there;
But God himself doth comprehend,

And answer, silent prayer.
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9th P. M. 87 b.
In deep affliction.
TULL of trembling expectation,

Feeling much, and fearing more,
Mighty God of my salvation,

1 thy timely aid implore.
2 Suff'ring Son of man, be near mo,

In my suff'rings to sustain;
By thy sorer griefs to cheer me,-

By thy more than mortal pain,
3 By thy most severe temptation

In that dark Satanic hour;
By thy last mysterious passion,

Screen me from the ndverse power.
4 By thy fainting in the garden,

By thy dreadful death, I pray,
Write upon my heart the pardon;

Take my sins and fears away.

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In time of peril.
MY Savipur from the wrath to come,

From present evil
Avert the sleep impending gloom,

The darkness of the grave.
2 Still hold my soul in life, I pray;

A dying worm repriere;
And let me all my lengthen'd day

Unto thy glory live.
3 Now, Lord, I have to thee made known

My troubled soul's request,
And sink in calm dependence down,

Within thine arhis to rest :
4 Secure, in danger's darkest hour,

Thy faithfulness to prove, Protected by almighty power,

And everlasting love. 661

LM
In sickness: Praying for recovery.

A Come, and thy healing power infuse;
Descend in thine own time, and bless

And give the means their ballow'd 188. 2 Obedient to thy will alone,

To thee in means I calmly fly: My life, I know, is not my own;

To God I live, to God i die. 3 Thy holy will be ever mine :

If thou on earth detain me still,
I bow, and bless the grace divine,

I suffer all thy holy will.
4 1 come, if thou my strength restore,

To serve thee with my strength renewid Grant me but this, I ask no more

To spend and to be spent for God.