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4 Led by the light thy grace imparts,
Ne'er may we bow the knee
Set up instead of they.
Thy faithful people bless;
And heaven its happiness. 55
13th P. M. 10 10, 11 11. The heavenly Pattern,
And meekly agree to follow the Lamb;
There they behold thy mercy-seat;
5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. For a general blessing. LORD, we cone before the now, 0, do not our suit disdain ; Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ! ? Lord, on thee our souls depend; In compassion now descend ; Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 3 Send some message from thy word, That may joy and peace afford; Let thy Spirit now impart Full salvation to each heart. 4 Comfort those who weep and mourn; Let the time of joy return; Those that are cast down lift up; Make them strong in faith and hope. 5 Grant that all may seek and find Thee, a gracious God and kind : Heal the sick, the captive free; Let us all rejoice in thee. 58
Thy people still are fed,
Hast all our fathers led :
Of their succeeding race. 3 Throngh each perplexing path of life
Our wand'ring footsteps guide, Give us each day our daily bread,
And all we need provide.
4 O spread thy cov'ring wings around,
Till all our wand'rings cease, And at our Father's loved abode,
Our souls arrive in peace. 5 Such blessings, from thy gracious hand,
Our humble prayers implore;
And, humbly, now thy presence claim. 2 Eternal Source of truth and light,
To thee we look, on thee we call; Lord, we are nothing in thy sight,
But thou to us art all in all. 3 Still may thy children in thy word
Their common trust and refuge see; O, bind us to each other, Lord,
By one great bond, -the love of theo. 4 So shall our sun of hope arise,
With brighter still and brighter ray, Till thou shalt bless our longing eyes
With beams of everlasting day.. 60
The guidance of thy hand.
Dwell richly in each heart;
We never may depart,
8 Lord, from thy word remove the seal,
Unfold its hidden store;
Its value more and more.
Beaming from every page;
Our inmost souls engage.
An everlasting rest.
Confession, prayer, and praise.
And hate what we deplore.
True penitence impart:
Beam peace into each heart.
O let our wills resign;
wholly thine. 4 And when with heart and voice we strive
Our grateful hymns to raise, Let love divine within us live,
And fill our souls with praise.
Thy mercies we'll review;
Thou, God, art' Father tool
A ransom for our souls hath found,
THOU, to whom, in ancient time,
The psalmist's sacred harp was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue :2 Not now on Zion's height alone
The favour'd worshipper may dwell, Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well. 3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the ferrent prayer, 1 The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there. 4 O thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The holy prophet's harp was strung;