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3 O let thy grace perform its part,

May sinful passions cease;
And shed abroad in ev'ry heart,

Thine everlasting peace.
4. Thus pardon’d, cleans'd, entirely thine,

A flock by Jesus led;
The Sun of righteousness shall shine

In glory on our head.

Farewell. (7's.)
1 CHRISTIAN brethren, ere we part,

Let us each with thankful heart,
Once more to our Maker raise

Our united hymn of praise.
2 Here perhaps we meet no more,

But we seek a brighter shore,
Where, above all sin and pain,
Brethren, we shall meet again.

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Proverbs xvi, 1. (L. M.)
1 ANOTHER week has pass'd away,
Another sabbath now draws near;
Lord, with thy blessing crown the day,
Which all thy children hold so dear.
2 Now 'tis our privilege to find

A short release from all our care;
To leave the world's pursuits behind,

And breathe a more celestial air.
3 O Lord, that earthly love destroy,
Which clings too fondly to our breast;
Through grace prepare us to enjoy

The coming hours of hallow'd rest.
4 And when thy word shall set us free

From ev'ry burden that we bear,
O may we rise to rest with thee,
And hail a brighter sabbath there!

(P. M.)
1 SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing,

Ere repose our spirits seal;
Sin and want we come confessing,

Thou canst save, and thou canst heal ;
Though destruction walk around us,

Though the arrows past us fly.
Angel-guards from thee surround us,

We are safe, if thou art nigh!
2 Though the night be dark and dreary,

Darkness cannot hide from thee;
Thou art he, who, never weary,

Watchest where thy people be;
Should swift death this night o'ertake us,

And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heav'n awake us,

Clad in light and deathless bloom.

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Saturday Evening. (7's. sixes.)
1 SAFELY through another week,
God has brought us on our way,
Let us now a blessing seek,
On th' approaching sabbath day;
Day of all the week the best,

Emblem of eternal rest.
2 Mercies multiplied each hour

Through the week our praise demand,
Guarded by th' Almighty's pow'r,
Fed and guided by his hand;
Though ungrateful we have been,

Only made returns of sin.
3 When the morn shall bid us rise,
May we feel thy presence near;
May thy glory meet our eyes
When we in thy house appear;
There afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

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(P. m.)
1 PEACE be to this habitation ;

Peace to all that dwell therein;
Peace, the earnest of salvation ;

Peace, the fruit of pardon'd sin;
Peace, that speaks the heav'nly giver ;

Peace to worldly minds unknown ;
Peace divine, that lasts for ever;

Peace that comes from God alone.
2 Jesus, Prince of Peace, be near us,

Fix in all our hearts thy home;
With thy gracious presence cheer us,

Let thy sacred kingdom come;
Raise to heav'n our expectation,

Give our favour'd souls to prove
Glorious and complete salvation,

In the realms of bliss above.

Walking with God. (c. m.)
1 O FOR a closer walk with God,

A calm and heav'nly frame;
A light to shine upon the road,

That leads me to the Lamb.
2 Where is the blessedness I knew,

When first I saw the Lord ?
Where is the soul-refreshing view,

Of Jesus and his word ?
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd,

How sweet their mem'ry still;
But they have left an aching void,

The world can never fill!
4 Return, O holy Dove, return,

Sweet messenger of rest!
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,

And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,

And worship only thee!

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6 So shall my walk be close with God,

Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

Psalm lxii, 5. (L.M.)
1 WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will;

Tumultuous passions, all be still;
Nor let a murm'ring thought arise;

His ways are just, his counsels wise.
2 In heav'n and earth, and air and seas,

He executes his firm decrees;
And by his saints it stands confess'd,

That what he does is ever best.
3 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,

Prostrate before his awful seat;
Beneath the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.

(L. M.)
1 BY faith in Christ, I walk with God,
With heav'n, my journey's end, in view;
Supported by his staff and rod,
My road is safe and pleasant too.
2 I travel through a desert wide,

Where many round me blindly stray;
But he vouchsafes to be my guide,

And will not let me miss my way.
3 With him sweet converse I maintain,
Great as he is, I dare be free;
I tell him all my grief and pain,

And he reveals his love to me.
4 Some cordial from his word he brings,

Whene'er my feeble spirit faints;
At once my soul revives and sings,

And yields no more to sad complaints.
5 I pity all that worldings talk
Of pleasures that will quickly end;
Be this my choice, O Lord, to walk
With thee, my Guide, my Guard, my Friend !

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A Morning Hymn. (7's. sixes.)
1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,

Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of righteousness arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, be near,

Day-star in my heart appear.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,

Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see:
Till they inward light impart,

Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit, then, this soul of mine,

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief,
Fill me, radiancy divine,
Scatter all my unbelief:
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

18“Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord.” (P.M.)

1 THOU art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee,

Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has pass'd thro' its portals before thee,

And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro' the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave, we no longer behold thee,

Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,

And sinners may hope, since the sinless hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave, and its mansion forsaking,

Perhaps thy tried spirit in doubt linger'd long; But the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on thy waking, And the song which thou heard'st, was the seraphim's

song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave, but 'twere wrong to deplore

thee, When God was thy ransom, thy guardian, thy guide; He gave thee, and took thee, and soon will restore thee, Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath

died.

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