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Hoard up his sacred word,

And feed thereon and grow ;
Go on to seek and know the Lord,

And practice that you know.

Hymn 66. 8's & 7'$.

Same.
ORD dismiss us with thy blessing !
U Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us each, thy love possessing,

Triumph in redeeming grace.
O refresh us, O refresh us,

Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration,

For thy gospel's joyful sound: May the fruits of thy salvation

In our hearts and lives abound! Ever faithful, ever faithful

To the truth may we be found ! 3 So, whene'er the signal's given,

Us from earth to call away, Borne on angel's wings to heaven,

Glad the summons to obey. May we ever, may we ever

Reign with Chsist in endless day!

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Hymn 67. L. M.

For the Morning.
WAKE, my soul, and with the sun

Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

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2 Redeem thy misspent moments past,

And live this day as if the last;
Thy talents to improve take care ;
For the great day thyself prepare.

3 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.

! 4 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.

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Hymn 68. L. M...

For the Evening. . N LORY to thee, my God, this night, UT For all the blessings of the light : Keep me, o keep me, King of Kings, Beneath thy own almighty wings.

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2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,

The ill that I this day have done ;
That, with the world, myself, and thee,
I, e'er I sleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread

The grave as little as my bed :
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the awful day.

4 O, let my soul on thee repose,

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close; Sleep, that shall me more vig'rous make, To serve my God when I awake.

5 If in the night I sleepless lie,

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply ;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

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