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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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!
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.
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!
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
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