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From the best bliss that earth im- parts We turn un-filled to Thee again. A - MEN.

2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
Thou savest those that on Thee call;
To them that seek Thee Thou art good,
To them that find Thee All in all.

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4 Our restless spirits yearn for Thee,
Where'er our changeful lot is cast;
Glad when Thy gracious smile we see,
Blest when our faith can hold Thee fast.

We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread, 5 O Jesus, ever with us stay,
And long to feast upon Thee still;
We drink of Thee, the Fountain-head,
And thirst our souls from Thee to fill.

Make all our moments calm and bright;
Chase the dark night of sin away,
Shed o'er the world Thy holy light.
Bernard of Clairvaux, c. 1150: arr. Tr. Rev. Ray Palmer, 1858

143 (ROCKINGHAM OLD) L. M.

I MY God, and is Thy table spread?
And does Thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them all its sweetness know.

2 Hail, sacred feast which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of His flesh and blood!
Thrice happy he who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food!

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Why are its dainties all in vain
Before unwilling hearts displayed?
Was not for you the Victim slain ?
Are
you forbid the children's bread?

4 O let Thy table honored be,
And furnished well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see
That here its sacred pledges tastes.
Rev. Philip Doddridge, publ. 1755

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Ob - servant of His heaven-ly word, And watch-ful at His gate. A-MEN.

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Strong in the strength which God sup-plies Through His E-ternal Son. A-MEN.

Copyright, 1895, by The Trustees of The Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work

2 Strong in the Lord of hosts,
And in His mighty power,
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts
Is more than conqueror.

3 Stand then in His great might,
With all His strength endued d;
But take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God:

4 That, having all things done,
And all your conflicts passed,
Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone,
And stand entire at last.

5 From strength to strength go on;
Wrestle, and fight, and pray;
Tread all the powers of darkness down,
And win the well-fought day.

6 Still let the Spirit cry
In all His soldiers, "Come,"
Till Christ the Lord descends from high,
And takes the conquerors home.

146 (LABAN) S. M.

I YE servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,

Observant of His heavenly word,

And watchful at His gate.

2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame;

Rev. Charles Wesley, 1749

Mark the first signal of His hand,
And ready all appear.

4 O happy servant he

In such a posture found!

He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crowned.

Gird up your loins, as in His sight, 5 Christ shall the banquet spread

For awful is His Name.

3 Watch: 'tis your Lord's command,

And while we speak, He's near ;

With His own royal hand,

And raise that favorite servant's head
Amidst the angelic band.

Rev. Philip Doddridge, publ. 1755

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147 CRUCIFER 8.7.8.7. D.

1 Je - sus,

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Henry Smart, 1867

I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow Thee;

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Perish ev ery fond am bi - tion, All I've sought, or hoped, or known;

Yet how rich is my con - -di-tion, God and heaven are still my own.

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2 Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter

rest:

O'tis not in grief to harm me

While Thy love is left to me; O'twere not in joy to charm me,

Were that joy unmixed with Thee.

3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin and fear and care;

Joy to find in every station

Something still to do or bear; Think what Spirit dwells within thee, What a Father's smile is thine, What a Saviour died to win thee: Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?

Rev. Henry F. Lyte, 1824 (Text of 1833)

148 ELLESDIE 8.7.8. 7. D.

Arr. from Mozart, by Joseph P. Holbrook, 1865

I Hark! the voice of

Je sus crying, "Who will go and work to - day?

Fields are white, and harvests waiting; Who will bear the D.S.-Who will answer, gladly saying, "Here am I; send

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Loud and long the Master call-eth, Rich reward He offers free; A-MEN.

2 If you cannot cross the ocean,

And the heathen lands explore, You can find the heathen nearer,

You can help them at your door. If you cannot give your thousands, You can give the widow's mite; And the least you give for Jesus

Will be precious in His sight.

3 If you cannot speak like angels, If you cannot preach like Paul, You can tell the love of Jesus, You can say He died for all.

If you cannot rouse the wicked

With the judgment's dread alarms, You can lead the little children

To the Saviour's waiting arms.

4 Let none hear you idly saying,

"There is nothing I can do," While the souls of men are dying, And the Master calls for you : Take the task He gives you gladly, Let His work your pleasure be; Answer quickly when He calleth, "Here am I; send me, send me." Rev. Daniel March, 1868

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