2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden's bowérs bloom,
By waters still, o'er troubled sea-
Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me!-CHORUS.

3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine,

Content, whatever lot I see,

Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.-CHORUS.

4 And when my task on earth is done,
When, by thy grace, the victory's won,
Ev'n death's cold wave I will not flee,

Since God through Jordan leadeth me.-CHORUS.

3 While taught to read the word of truth,
May we that word receive;

And when we hear of Jesus' name,
In that blest name believe.

GU

UIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land:
I am weak, but thou art mighty,
Hold me with thy powerful hand;
Bread of heaven,

Feed me till I want no more.
2 Open thou the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing waters flow;
Let the fiery cloudy pillar

Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliverer,

Be thou still my strength and shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid the swelling stream divide:

Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side:

Songs of praises

I will ever give to thee.

A-men.

136 NEHEMIAH ix. 5.

7. Montgomery.

SILVER STREET. S. M.

I. Smith.

I TAND up, and bless the Lord,
Ye people of his choice;

Stand up, and bless the Lord your God,
With heart, and soul, and voice.

2 O for a living flame

From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought!

3 God is our strength and song,
And his salvation ours;

Then be his love in Christ proclaimed,
With all our ransomed powers.

4 Stand up, and bless the Lord,
The Lord your God adore;

Stand up, and bless his glorious name,
Henceforth for evermore.

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A-men.

C. M.

BRISTOL.

E. Hodges.

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GOD of Bethel, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed;

Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led;

2 Our vows, our prayers we now present,
Before thy throne of grace:

God of our fathers, be the God
Of their succeeding race.

137. CONTINUED.

138

BRISTOL.

3 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide:
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

4 O 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;

And thou shalt be our chosen God
And portion evermore.

THE ENDURING WORD.

H. W. Baker.

A-men.

LUCERNE. 6s. Tr.

L. W. Bacon.

I

LOR

ORD, thy word abideth, And our footsteps guideth ; Who its truth believeth Light and joy receiveth. When our foes are near us, Then thy word doth cheer us, Word of consolation, Message of salvation.

2 When the storms are o'er us, And dark clouds before us, Then its light directeth And our way protecteth.

Who can tell the pleasure, Who recount the treasure,
By thy word imparted To the simple-hearted?

3 Word of mercy, giving Succor to the living,
Word of life, supplying Comfort to the dying!
O, that we discerning Its most holy learning,
Lord,may love and fear thee, Evermore be near thee!

A-men.

ARLINGTON. C. M.

T. A. Arne.

140

GLORY gilds the sacred page,
Majestic, like the sun;

It gives a light to every age;
It gives, but borrows none.

2 The hand that gave it, still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
Its truths upon the nations rise,-
They rise, but never set.

3 Let everlasting thanks be thine,
For such a bright display,

As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.

4 My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of him I love,

Till glory breaks upon my view,
In brighter worlds above.

TO GOD OUR SAVIOUR.

ST. ANN'S. C. M.

RISE, my soul, my joyful powers,
And triumph in my God;

Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim
His glorious grace abroad.