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[Alternative Tunes Nos. 39, 166.] ANOTHER blessed Sunday
Another week is ended, A Is sent us from above ;
And still we live to share It fills the soul with gladness,
A Father's kind protection, And tells of peace and love,
A Saviour's loving care. Its beams so pure and holy
A week of countless blessings In quiet beauty fall,
Our grateful hearts recall, And joyfully we hail it
But God has made the Sunday The brightest day of all.
The brightest day of all. Amen.
166 HOLY CHURCH. 18.104.22.168. D.
ARTHUR H. BROWN.
(Aiter native Tunes Nos. 132, 165, 195.] SAVIOUR, Thou art present
We may not hope in Heaven
To bow before the King,
Or join the glorious anthem To every word we say ;
That Saints and Angels sing, But oh, in prayer united
Unless within Thy Temple A sweeter grace we claim,
We oft have knelt in prayer, Where two or three together
And shared the special blessing Are gathered in Thy Name.
Which Thou hast promised there.
Unites the Church in one-
Of God's Incarnate Son,
We now to Thee will cry,
169 SOUTHSEA. 22.214.171.124.8.8. (1st Tune.)
FOR TREBLE VOICES ONLY. Brightly.
GEO. H. WESTBURY.
FATHER, Who hast kept us safe O Holy Spirit ! guide us now
Throughout the long dark night, · Along the Heavenward way, Receive Thy children's grateful praise And grant us by Thy grace to live For day's returning light;
More nearly as we pray ; Grant us to please Thee, LORD, to-day Let Thy sweet will by us be done In all we do, or think, or say.
As by the Angels round Thy Throne. Dear JESUS, once a child like us,
O Trinity of Love Divine ! Thy wayward children keep,
All praise to Thee we give, Teach us to know Thy blessed Voice, From Thee all gifts and blessings flow, And follow as Thy sheep;
By Thee alone we live : For meek, obedient, pure like Thee,
O let our lives Thy praise express, The lambs of Thine own Fold should be. And fill our hearts with thankfulness!
Amen. ( 216 )