;

Thus may we all thy words obey,
For we, O God, are thine
And go rejoicing on our way,
Renew'd with strength divine.

CONFIRMATION.

134.

SOLDIERS of Christ! arise,

And put your armour on,

S.M.

Strong in the strength which God supplies, Through his eternal Son.

Strong in the Lord of Hosts,

And in his mighty power,

Who in the strength of JESUS trusts
Is more than conqueror.

Stand, then, in his great might,
With all his strength endued;
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God:

That having all things done,

And all your conflicts past,

Ye may o'ercome, through Christ alone,

And stand complete at last.

135.

WITNESS, ye men and angels, now
Before the Lord we speak ;

To Him we make a solemn vow,-
A vow we dare not break,-

C.M.

That, long as life itself shall last,
Ourselves to Christ we yield;
Nor from his cause will we depart,
Or ever quit the field.

We trust not in our native strength,
But on his grace rely,

That, with returning wants, the Lord
Will all our need supply.

Lord, guide our doubtful feet aright,
And keep us in thy ways;

And, while we turn our vows to prayers, Turn Thou our prayers to praise.

BURIAL OF THE DEAD.

136.

O SAVIOUR of the faithful dead!

With whom thy servants dwell,

C.M.

Though cold and green the turf is spread
Above their narrow cell,-

No more we cling to mortal clay,
We doubt and fear no more;
Nor shrink to tread the dreary way
Which Thou hast trod before.

When, soon or late, this feeble breath
No more to Thee shall pray,
Support me through the vale of death,
And in the darksome way!

When, cloth'd in fleshly weeds again,
I wait thy dread decree,

Judge of the world! bethink Thee then,
That Thou hast died for me!

ALMIGHTY MAKER of my frame,
Teach me the measure of my days;
Teach me to know how frail I am,
And spend the remnant to thy praise.
My days are shorter than a span,
A little point my life appears:
How frail, at best, is dying man!
How vain are all his hopes and fears!

Oh! be a nobler portion mine!
My God! I bow before thy throne:
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign,
And fix my hope on Thee alone.

138.

O GOD, thy grace and blessing give
To us who on thy Name attend,
That we this mortal life may live

Regardful of our journey's end.

Teach us to know that JESUS died

L.M.

And rose again, our souls to save;
Teach us to take Him as our Guide,
Our Help from childhood to the grave.

Then shall not death with terror come,
But welcome as a bidden guest;
The herald of a better home,

The messenger of peace and rest.
And when the awful signs appear
Of judgment, and the throne above,
Our hearts still fix'd, we shall not fear;
God is our trust, and God is Love.

WHEN our heads are bow'd with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow,

When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear:
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

Thou hast bow'd the dying head,
Thou the blood of life hast shed,
Thou hast fill'd a mortal bier:
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

When the heart is sad within
With the thought of all its sin,
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

Thou the shame, the grief hast known,
Though the sins were not thine own,
Thou hast deign'd their load to bear;
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

MORNING.

140.

AWAKE my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

L.M.

Redeem thy mis-spent moments past,
And live this day as if the last;
Thy talents to improve take care;
For the great day thyself prepare.

Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noonday clear;
For God's all-seeing eye surveys
Thy secret thoughts, thy works and ways.

Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing
High glory to th' eternal King!

141.

WE wake, we wake, ye heavenly choir;

May your devotion us inspire,

That we, like you, our age may spend ;

Like you, may on our God attend.

Lord! we our vows to Thee renew;

Scatter our sins as morning dew;

L.M.

Guard our first springs of thought and will,

And with Thyself our spirits fill.

Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All we design, or do, or say;

That all our powers, with all their might,

In thy sole glory may unite.

THROUGH all the dangers of the night,

Preserved, O Lord, by Thee,

Again we hail the cheerful light,

Again we bow the knee.