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4 Lord, we are few but thou art near;
Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear :
And make a thousand hearts thine own! 8 25.
S. S. CUTTING. Family Hymn. Evening. 1 FATHER, we bless the gentle care
That watches o'er us day by day,
And guides us in the heavenward way:-
That mingles all our hearts in one, —
'T is purer spirits' unison.
And cast we now our cares on thee ;
Peace is within, — Christ makes us free, -
And evening gathers on its sky,
O, may we meet and sing on high. 826. L. M. 6. METHODIST COLL.
Religion at Home.
Thy book be my companion still ;
Talk o'er the records of thy will,
Till every heart-felt word be mine.
Subject of all my converse be ;
So shall my heart his presence prove,
And burn with everlasting love.
O, may the reconciling word
While, trusting in my gracious Lord,
And visions of eternal day!
Thee may I publish all day long ;
Flow from my heart and fill my tongue ;
And join me to the church above. 827. C. M.
Those friendly brethren prove,
Of harmony and love !
Descend to every soul,
Shades and bedews the whole.
That fall on Zion's hill,
And makes his grace distil. 828. C. M.
The Love of the Brethren.
A savor from above ;
Be every spirit love.
2 O God, unite us heart to heart,
In sympathy divine,
And love nor thee nor thine.
And all thy gracious word,
And nearer to our Lord. 829.
H. M. Wesley's Coll.
Parting to meet again.
But, still in spirit joined,
Thou hast to each assigned ;
In all thy pleasant ways;
With joy th' appointed race:
When all our toils are o'er,
And parting are no more, -
The world of righteousness and love, 830.
R. Palmer Self-Consecration. 10, SWEETLY breathe the lyres above,
When angels touch the quivering string,
2 And sweet, on earth, the choral swell,
From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays ;
And, grateful, hymn the Saviour's praise. 3 Great God, thy name our souls adore ;
We own the bond that makes us thine ;
For Christ, our Saviour, we resign. 4 Our hearts, by dying love subdued,
Accept thine offered grace to-day ;
We bow, and own thy gracious sway. 5 In thee we trust, — on thee rely ;
Though we are feeble, thou art strong ;
To join the bright, immortal throng. 831.
C. M. . MONTGOMERY.
When I am wholly thine ;
2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good,
In thee I firmly trust ;
Are merciful and just.
Whate'er I have I owe ;
May all thy bounties flow.
When used as talents lent;
5 And though thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign thy will ?
“The Lord is gracious still.”
Of nothing long possessed,
For this is not my rest. 832.
ANONYMOUS. “ With his stripes we are healed." 1 A VOICE upon the midnight air,
Where Kedron's moonlit waters stray,
“O Father, take this cup away!” 2 Ah ! thou who sorrow'st unto death,
We conquer in thy mortal fray ;
“O God, take not this cup away !" 3 O Lord of sorrow, meekly die ;
Thou 'lt heal or hallow all our woe;
Thy peace revive the faint and low. 4 Great Chief of faithful souls, arise ;
None else can lead the martyr band,
When faith, unarmed, uplifts the hand. 5 O King of earth, the cross ascend ;
O'er climes and ages, 't is thy throne ;
The desert blooms and is thine own. 6 Thy parting blessing, Lord, we pray ;
Make but one fold below, above ;
O, give the welcome of thy love!