I LORD, when we bend before Thy 2 Minutes and mercies multiplied

1. O God of Bethel, by whose hand Thy people still

And Thou shalt be our chosen God, 2 The cross our Master bore for us,

met once more before Thy throne, To bless Thy fost-ering hand.

I LORD, when we bend before Thy 2 Minutes and mercies multiplied

More swift, more free than they.

3 New time, new favors, and new joys Do a new song require;

Till we shall praise Thee as we would,

Accept our heart's desire.

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2 Our vows, our prayers, we now pre

sent

Before Thy throne of grace; God of our fathers, be the God

Of their succeeding race.

3 Through each perplexing path of life

Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread,

And raiment fit provide.

4 Oh, spread Thy covering wings around,

Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's loved abode Our souls arrive in peace.

5 Such blessings from Thy gracious hand

Our humble prayers implore;

His watchful care, that Israel guards,
Will thee in safety keep.

3 Sheltered beneath the Almighty's
wings,

Thou shalt securely rest, Where neither sun nor moon shall thee,

By day or night, molest.

4 At home, abroad, in peace, in war,
Thy God shall thee defend,
Conduct thee through life's pil-
grimage

Safe to thy journey's end.
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I O GOD, that madest earth and sky,
The darkness and the day,
Give ear to this Thy family,
And help us when we pray!

And Thou shalt be our chosen God, 2 The cross our Master bore for us,

Our Portion evermore.

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I To Zion's hill I lift mine eyes,
From thence expecting aid;
From Zion's hill, and Zion's God,
Who heaven and earth has made.
2 Thou, then, my soul, in safety rest;
Thy Guardian will not sleep;

For Him we fain would bear; But mortal strength to weakness turns,

And courage to despair.

3 Then mercy on our failings, Lord!
Our sinking faith renew!
And when Thy sorrows visit us,
Oh send Thy patience too!

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see;

O Thou who changest not, abide with me!

3 I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like Thyself my Guide and Stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!

4 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness:
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me!

5 Hold then Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee,
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!