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4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away ;
They fly forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the opening day.

5 O God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,

And our eternal home.

295 Lo, another year is gone;

Quickly have the seasons pass'd ;
This we enter now upon
Will to many prove the last.

2 Swiftly all our fleeting days

Bear us down life's rapid stream:
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise,
All below is but a dream.

3 If from guilt and sin set free,

By the knowledge of Thy grace,
Welcome then the call will be,
To depart and see Thy face.

4. Thanks for mercies past we give;

Pardon of our sins renew :
Help us henceforth, Lord, to live,
With eternity in view.

296 REMARK, my soul, the narrow bounds

Of each revolving year ;
How swift the months complete their


How swiftly disappear.
2 Time, fleeting time, still hastens on

That all-important day,
When God, what heedless man has done,

In judgment will survey.
3 Waken, O Lord, my slumb'ring heart,

It's great concern to see ;
To choose the faithful, better part,

And give itself to Thee.
4 More grateful then the years shall roll,

If future years be giv'n;
Or this shall bear my willing soul

To endless joys in heav'n.

297 LOR

ORD! by whose providence once more

We greet the op'ning year,
Fresh grace and mercy to implore,

Thy children now draw near!
2 We know not what this year may bring,
Or who its close shall

Oh, grant us grace, Thou heavenly King,

To live or die to Thee !
3 If 'tis Thy will that joy and peace

Should crown our happy days,
Let love and gratitude increase;

Give thankful hearts to praise.

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4 If grief or poverty assail,

Or lowly be our state,
Let not our faith or patience fail,

Give trusting hearts to wait,
5 And oh! when sin, with subtle pow'r,

Would lure our souls astray,
Be Thou our help in danger's hour;

Give watchful hearts to pray.
6 So, through Thy grace, th' op'ning year

Shall rich in blessings be,
And bring us, day by day, more near

To glory and to Thee.


298 O THOU, whose care our footsteps guides,

Whose arm is all our stay,
Whose goodness for our want provides,

And wipes our tears away.
2 To Thee, O Lord, in all distress,

For help and peace we flee;
O teach us rightly to express

Our gratitude to Thee.
3 To beds of pain, and scenes of woe,

Thy bounty we will bear;
And sympathy and love bestow,

To soothe the sufferers there.
4 Freely to us Thy love imparts

The gifts we could not claim;
Then, Lord, incline our thankful hearts

To own a brother's name.

299 TEACH us, O Lord, Thy yoke to wear,

Delighting in Thy perfect will,
Gladly each other's woes to bear,
And thus Thy law of love fulfil.

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2. Teach us, with glad, ungrudging heart,

As Thou hast bless'd our various store,
From our abundance to impart
A cheerful offering to the poor.

3 To Thee our all devoted be,

In whom we breathe, and move, and live:
Freely we have received from Thee !
O may we now as freely give !

4 And while we thus obey Thy Word,
And every call of want relieve,
Still may we find it, gracious Lord !
More bless'd to give than to receive.

300 SHE lov'd her Saviour, and to Him

Her costliest offering brought;
To crown his head

Ņo gift too rare she thought.


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2 So let the Saviour be ador'd,

And not the poor despised ;
Give to the hungry from your hoard,

But all, give all, to Christ.

3 The poor are always with us here

; 'Tis our great Father's plan That mutual wants and mutual care

May bind us man to man.
4 Go, clothe the naked; lead the blind;

Give to the weary rest;
For sorrow's children comfort find;

And help for all distress'd.
5 But give to Christ alone thy heart,

Thy faith, thy love supreme;
Then for his sake thine alms impart,

And so give all to Him.

301 HIGH on a throne of glory, Lord,

Thou dost exalted shine ;
On Thee, we nothing can bestow,

For all the world is Thine.

2 But Thou hast brethren here below,

Partakers of Thy grace;
Whose humble names Thou wilt confess

Before Thy Father's face.
3. In them Thou may'st be clothed,

In them Thy wants reliev'd ;
For in their accents of distress

Thy voice is now perceiv'd.
4 Whate'er our willing hands can give,

Lord, at Thy feet we lay ;
Grace will the humble gift receive,

And grace at length repay.

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