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4 From dark temptation's power
Our feeble hearts defend;
Deliver in the evil hour,
And guide us to the end.

5 Thine, then, forever be
Glory and power divine;
The sceptre, throne, and majesty
Of heaven and earth are thine.

1 0 THOU, enthroned in worlds above,
Our Father and our Friend!
Lo, at the footstool of thy love,
Thy children humbly bend.

2 All reverence to thy name be given;
Thy kingdom wide displayed;
And, as thy will is done in heaven,
Be it on earth obeyed.

3 Our table may thy bounty spread,
From thine exhaustless store,
From day to day with daily bread,—
Nor would we ask for more.

4 That pardon we to others give,
Do thou to us extend;

From all temptation, Lord, relieve ⚫
From every ill defend.

5 And now to thee belong, Most High,
The kingdom, glory, power,

Through the broad earth and spacious sky,
Both now and everincre.

Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides,
On darkling man in pure effulgence shine,
And cheer his clouded mind with light divine.

2 'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast
With silent confidence and holy rest;

From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend; Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End.

1 BEHOLD, what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!

2 Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.

3 A hope so much divine
May trials well endure;

May purify our souls from sin,
As Christ, the Lord, is pure.

4 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.

WATTS.

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L. M.

MRS. STEELA

The Christian's Resolve.

1 АH wretched souls, who strive in vain, Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin' A nobler toil may I sustain,

A nobler satisfaction win.

2 May I resolve, with all my heart,
With all my powers, to serve the Lord.
Nor from his precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.

3 Be this the purpose of my soul,
My solemn, my determined choice,
To yield to his supreme control,
And in his kind commands rejoice.

4 0

may

I never faint nor tire,

Nor, wandering, leave his sacred ways;
Great God! accept my soul's desire,
And give me strength to live thy praise.

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"Giving thanks to God in all things."

1 GREAT GOD! my joyful thanks to thee
Shall, like thy gifts, continual be:
In constant streams thy bounty flows,
Nor end nor intermission knows.

2 Thy kindness all my comforts gives;
My numerous wants thy hand relieves;
Nor can I ever, Lord, be poor,
Who live on thy exhaustless store.

3 If what I wish thy will denies,
It is that thou art good and wise;
Afflictions, which may make me mourn
Thou canst, thou dost, to blessings turn.

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4 Deep, Lord, upon my thankful breas
Let all thy favors be imprest;

And though withdrawn thy gifts should be
In all things I'll give thanks to thee.

C. M.

"Now are we sons of God."

DODDRIDGE.

1 How rich thy favors, God of grace!
How various, how divine!

Full as the ocean they are poured,
And bright as heaven they shine

2 He to eternal glory calls,

And leads the wondrous way
To his own palace where he reigns
In uncreated day.

3 Jesus, the herald of his love,
Displays the radiant prize,
A crown of never-ending bliss,
To our admiring eyes.

4 The songs of everlasting years
That mercy shall attend,

Which leads, through sufferings of an hour
To joys that never end.

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C. M.

H. H. MILMAN

Praying for Divine Help.

O HELP US, Lord! each hour of need

Tay heavenly succor give;

Help us in thought, and word, and deed,
Each hour on earth we live.

20 help us, when our spirits bleed,
With contrite anguish sore,

And when our hearts are cold and dead,
O help us, Lord, the more.

30 help us through the prayer of faith
More firmly to believe;

For still the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.

4 O help us, Father! from on high;
We know no help but thee;

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O help us so to live and die,
As thine in heaven to be.

1 COME, let us pray: 't is sweet to feel
That God himself is near;

That, while we at his footstool kneel,
His mercy deigns to hear:

Though sorrows cloud life's dreary way,
This is our solace—let us pray.

2 Come, let us pray: the burning brow,
The heart oppressed with care,
And all the woes that throng us now,
Will be relieved by prayer:

Our God will chase our griefs away;
O, glorious thought!-come, let us pray.
3 Come, let us pray: the mercy-seat
Invites the fervent prayer.

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Our Heavenly Father waits to greet
The contrite spirit there:

O loiter not, nor longer stay

From him who loves us; let us pray.

Imploring the constant Presence of God.
1 WHEN Israel of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
Her father's God before her moved,
An awful guide in smoke and flame.