Father, all-glorious,
O'er all victorious,
Come and reign over us,
Ancient of days!
2 Come, thou all-gracious Lord!
By heaven and earth adored,
Our prayer attend!
Come, and thy children bless ;
Give thy good word success;
Make thine own holiness
On us descend.
1 God of my life! through all its days
My grateful powers shall sound thy praise;
The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night.
2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And grief would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.
3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all the powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.
4 But O! when that last conflict 's o'er,
And I am chained to flesh no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise
To join the music of the skies!
1 GREAT God! and wilt thou condescend
To me my Father and my Friend?
I but a child, and thou so high,
The Lord of earth, and air, and sky?
2 Art thou my Father? Canst thou bear,
To hear my poor, imperfect prayer?
Or stoop to listen to the praise
That such a little one can raise ?
3 Art thou my Father?-Let me be
A meek, obedieut child to thee,
And try, in every deed and thought,
To serve and please thee as I ought.
4 Art thou my Father?-I'll depend
Upon the care of such a friend,
And only wish to do and be,
Whatever seemeth good to thee.
5 Art thou my Father?-Then, at last,
When all my days on earth are past,
Send down, and take me, in thy love,
To be thy better child above.
1 ALMIGHTY God! thy gracious power
On every hand I see;
O may the blessings of each hour
Lead all my thoughts to thee!
2 If, on the wings of morn, I speed
To earth's remotest bound,
Thy hand will there my footsteps lead,
Thy love my path surround.
3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps,
And reaches to the skies;
Thine eye of mercy never sleeps,
Thy goodness never dies.
4 From morn till noon, till latest eve,
The hand of God I see;
And all the blessings I receive,
Ceaseless proceed from thee.
5 In all the varying scenes of time
On thee my hopes depend;
Through every age, in every clime,
My Father and my Friend!
1 AMONG the deepest shades of night,
Can there be one who sees my way?
Yes, God is like the shining light,
That turns the darkness into day.
2 When every eye around me sleeps,
May I not sin without control?
No; for a constant watch he keeps
On every thought of every soul.
3 If I could find some cave unknown,
Where human feet have never trod,
Yet there I could not be alone;
On every side, there would be God.
4 He smiles in heaven, he rules in hell;
He fills the air, the earth, the sea:
I must within his presence dwell,
I cannot from his presence flee.
1 To thy temple I repair;
Lord, I love to worship there;
While thy glorious praise is sung,
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue.
2 While the prayers of saints ascend,
God of love, to mine attend;
While I hearken to thy law,
Fill my soul with humble awe.
3 While thy ministers proclaim
Peace and pardon in thy name,
Through their voice, by faith may I
Hear thee speaking from on high.
4 From thy house when I return,
May my heart within ne burn;
And at evening let me say,
"I have walked with God to-day."
1 In all my vast concerns with thee,
In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.
2 Thine all surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest,
My public walks, my private ways,
The secrets of my breast.
3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord,
Before they 're formed within;
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
He knows the sense I mean.
4 Oh! wondrous knowledge, deep and high!
Where can a creature hide?
Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on every side.
5 So let thy grace surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,
Secured by sovereign love.
1 Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name!
May thy kingdom holy on earth be the same!
O give to us daily our portion of bread;
It is from thy bounty that all must be fed.
2 Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to know
That humble compassion, that pardons each foe.
Keep us from temptation, from weakness and sin,
And thine be the glory forever.-Amen.
The Lord's Prayer.
Medway.
1 OUR Father, full of grace divine,
To thy great name be praises paid;
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