220 THE "HE hearts whose love abounded, Who wrought for time's far wages, And holy be their sleep. This home of their uprearing, She teach their children now. The vineyard Thou hast planted, FIRST SUNDAY OF THE TERM 221 Lo ORD, behold us with Thy blessing, By Thy presence ever near. For Thy mercy we adore Thee, With Thy choicest gifts array. Keep the spell of home affection Feel that Thou their Father art. Break temptation's fatal power, Safe from sloth and sensual snare : Still our failing strength repair. 222 LOR ORD, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Thanks for mercies past receive; Pardon all, their faults confessing; Time that 's lost may all retrieve; May Thy children Ne'er again Thy Spirit grieve. Bless Thou all our days of leisure; Pure and blameless may it be; Draw us evermore to Thee. May Thy kindly influence cherish By Thy mightier power restrained ; Knowledge pure and love unfeigned. Let Thy Father-hand be shielding Make more faithful than before. 223 HOLY sounds are floating o'er us, Praise and reverence in their tone; Brothers, let us join in chorus, Heart and voice in unison. Glory be to Him Who laves us, Places us His Church within Glory be to Him Who saves us, In the deadly fight with sin. In that battle He is calling ; Each to bear a warrior's part, Brother, let no fear of falling Blanch thy cheek, or daunt thy heart. Though the unceasing conflict grieve thee, With its agony of strife, Be but faithful, He will give thee, Heavenly food for our refection, 224 Now thank we all our God, With heart and hands and voices, In whom His world rejoices; Oh! may this bounteous God And blessed peace to cheer us; And guide us when perplext, In this world and the next! All praise and thanks to God, Whom earth and heaven adore; |