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Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live:
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.
Oh! if some wand'ring child of Thine
Have spurn'd, to day, the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.
School. (c. m.)
28-LORD, no forbidding voice is here
To keep us from thy feet;
But christian friends invite us near
Thy gracious call to meet.
Kind are the friends who lead us here,
To learn thy holy word;
But vain is all their hope and care,
Without thy blessing, Lord.
Oh teach and help us to improve
The means by mercy giv'n,
To fill our hearts with truth and love,
And lead our steps to heav'n.
Though we are feeble, thou, O Lord,
Wilt keep us with thy might,
Though we are dark, thy heav'nly word
Can fill the mind with light.
O look on those, whose kind concern
Would lead us to thy rest;
And with a blessing, Lord, return
Their gifts to ev'ry breast. '
School. (l. m.)
29–OH Thou ! who from the infant's tongue
Wert wont of old to perfect praise,
Almighty Father, hear the song,
Which we, thy helpless servants, raise.
How blest are they, who, early taught
To know and love thy word of truth,
Far from the sinner's path are brought,
To serve their Maker in their youth.
And blest are they, whose pious care
Forbids the youthful foot to stray:
Unfolds the Book of Truth, and there
To life eternal points the way.
Accept our praise, O Lord, and still
Let streams of heav'nly goodness flow;
That all the earth may learn thy will,
And babes thy pow'r and glory shew.
School. (D. L. M.) 30-GREAT God! o'er heav'n and earth supreme,
Whose glories all creation fill,
Our souls adore thine awful name,
And humbly wait to do thy will :
Thy glorious pow'r what tongue can tell ?
What force thy sov'reign word withstand ?
Yet thou dost stoop with men to dwell,
And give thy blessings through their hand.
'Tis ours to feed these lambs of thine,
And train their footsteps on to heav'n:
We hail with joy the charge divine,
And freely give, as thou hast giv'n;
O Fount of love! all gracious God!
What can we offer but thine own?
For we are thine, redeem'd with blood,
The precious blood of Christ thy Son.
On these,-on us, thy grace bestow,
The contrite heart, the lowly mind,
The love of God in Christ to know,
The wisdom from above to find:
Defend us from the pow'r of sin;
Save us from all self-righteous pride :
Our sure support, thy peace within ;
Our only plea, that Christ hath died.
31-MIGHTY God! while angels bless Thee,
May a mortal sing Thy name!
Lord of men, as well as angels;
Earth and Heav'n thy love proclaim. Hal: Amen.
Thee, with humble adoration,
Lord, we praise for mercies past;
Strength of this most favor'd nation !
May Thy mercies ever last. Hal: Amen.
Join all people to adore Him!
Lift your hearts and songs above ;
Angels swell the sacred chorus:
Join to sing the Saviour's love. Hal; Amen,
32–LORD, if thou thy grace impart,
Poor in spirit, meek in heart,
Like the Saviour we shall be ;
Cloth'd with his humility.
Simple, teachable, and mild,
Humble as a little child,
Pleas'd with what the Lord provides,
Wean’d from all the world besides.
Father, fix our souls on thee,
Ev'ry evil let us flee,
Always happy in thy love,
Looking for our rest above.
(D. s. m.)
33-GREAT is the Lord our God;
Let all adore and fear;
He makes the church his own abode,
To set his glory there.
These temples of his grace,
How beautiful they stand!
The honours of our native place,
The bulwarks of our land.
For God defends his fold;
He keeps and feeds his own;
Our fathers have his wonders told
And we his grace have known.
In trials and distress,
We'll to his house repair ;
For there the Lord delights to bless,
And we will seek him there.
34_WHAT is Life ? 'Tis but a vapour,
Soon it vanishes away.
Life is like a dying taper:
O my soul, why wish to stay?
Why not spread thy wings and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy?
Joyful crowds his throne surrounding,
Sing the blessed Saviour's love,
Through the heav'ns his praises sounding,
Filling all the courts above.
Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy.
Go and share his people’s glory,
Midst the crowd of saints appear;
Thine, a joyful, wond'rous story,
One that angels love to hear.
Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly
Straight to yonder realms of joy.
35-PRAISE to God, immortal praise
For the love that crowns our days !
Bounteous source of ev'ry joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ!
For the blessings of the field,
For the fruit the gardens yield;
For the joy which harvests bring;
Grateful praises now we sing.
Holy, holy, holy Lord!
· Be thou by heav'n and earth ador'd.