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GOD of Bethel, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed ;

Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led:

Our vows, our prayers, we now present
Before thy throne of grace:
God of our fathers, be the God
Of their succeeding race.

Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

O spread thy covering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father's loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace.

Such blessings from thy gracious hand
Our humble prayers implore;
And thou shalt be our chosen God,
And portion evermore.

O him that loved the souls of men,

23' And washed us in his blood,
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To royal honours raised our head,
And made us priests to God;

To him let every tongue be praise,
And every heart be love;
All grateful honours paid on earth,
And nobler songs above.

s Behold, on flying clouds he comes;
His saints shall bless the day,

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vs While they that pierced him sadly mourn
In anguish and dismay.

m Thou art the First, and thou the Last;
Time centres all in thee;

The Almighty God, who was and is
And evermore shall be.

LORD of heaven and earth and sea,

24'0 To thee all praise and glory be ;

How shall we show our love to thee,
Who givest all?

m The golden sunshine, vernal air,
Sweet flowers and fruits thy love declare;
Where harvests ripen, thou art there,
Who givest all.

For peaceful homes, and healthful days,
For all the blessings earth displays,
We owe thee thankfulness and praise,
Who givest all.

S Thou didst not spare thine only Son,
But gav'st him for a world undone,
i And freely with that Blessed One
Thou givest all.

m Thou giv'st the Spirit's blessed dower,
Spirit of life and love and power,
And dost his seven-fold graces shower
Upon us all.

For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven,
For means of grace, and hopes of heaven,
What can to thee, O Lord, be given,
Who givest all?

m We lose what on ourselves we spend,
We have as treasure without end
Whatever, Lord, to thee we lend,
Who givest all.

Whatever, Lord, we lend to thee,
Repaid a thousand-fold will be;
i Then gladly will we give to thee,
Who givest all;

To thee, from whom we all derive
Our life, our gifts, our power to give;
d O may we ever with thee live,

Who givest all.

T even, ere the sun was set,

A even, ck, O Lord, around thee lay;

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O in what divers pains they met !

O with what joy they went away!

Once more 'tis eventide, s and we Oppressed with various ills draw near; i What if thy form we cannot see?

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We know and feel that thou art here.

O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel ;

For some are sick, and some are sad, And some have never loved thee well, And some have lost the love they had; And some are pressed with worldly care, And some are tried with sinful doubt, And some such grievous passions tear, That only thou canst cast them out;

And some have found the world is vain,

Yet from the world they break not free;
And some have friends who give them pain,
Yet have not sought a friend in thee:

And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
For none are wholly free from sin;
And they who fain would serve thee best
Are conscious most of wrong within.

m O Saviour Christ, thou too art Man,

Thou hast been troubléd, tempted, tried;
Thy kind but searching glance can scan
The very wounds that shame would hide;

Thy touch has still its ancient power,
No word from thee can fruitless fall;
s Hear in this solemn evening hour,
And in thy mercy heal us all.

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SPIRIT of the living God,
In all thy plenitude of grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race.

Give tongues of fire and hearts of love,
To preach the reconciling word;
Give power and unction from above,
Whene'er the joyful sound is heard.
Be darkness, at thy coming, light,
Confusion, order in thy path;
Souls without strength inspire with might,
Bid mercy triumph over wrath.

O Spirit of the Lord, prepare

All the round earth her God to meet ;
Breathe thou abroad like morning air,
Till hearts of stone begin to beat.

Baptize the nations; far and nigh,
The triumphs of the cross record;
The name of Jesus glorify,

Till every kindred call him Lord.

IT is not death to die,

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To leave this weary road,

And, 'midst the brotherhood on high,

To be at home with God.

It is not death to close

The eye long dimmed by tears,
And wake, in glorious repose
To spend eternal years.

It is not death to bear

The wrench that sets us free

From dungeon chain, to breathe the air
Of boundless liberty.

It is not death to fling

Aside this sinful dust,

And rise, on strong exulting wing

To live among the just.

1 Jesus, thou Prince of Life,

Thy chosen cannot die!

Like thee, they conquer in the strife,
To reign with thee on high.

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'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word;

Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, s Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?

m I delivered thee when bound,

And when bleeding healed thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.

Can a woman's tender care

Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.

Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of my throne shalt be;
s Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?

m Lord, it is my chief complaint,

That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love thee and adore,
iO for grace to love thee more.

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ORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows,

On this thy day, in this thy house;
And own as grateful sacrifice,
The songs which from the desert rise.

Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our labouring souls aspire
With ardent pangs of strong desire.

/ No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues.