HURSLEY. L. M.

Francis Joseph Haydn. (1733-1809.) 1798. Arr. by William Henry Monk. 1861.

O may no

earth-born cloud a

rise

To hide Thee from Thy ser- vant's eyes.

2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Saviour's breast.

3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

4 If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

6 Come near and bless us when we wake,

3 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways
True absolution and release;
And bless us, more than in past days,
With purity and inward peace.

4 Do more than pardon; give us joy,
Sweet fear, and sober liberty,
And loving hearts without alloy
That only long to be like Thee.

5 For all we love, the poor, the sad,
The sinful, unto Thee we call;
O let Thy mercy make us glad;

Thou art our Jesus, and our All. Rev. Frederick William Faber. (1814-1863.) 1849 ab.

1031 Evening Song for the Lord's Day.

1 MILLIONS within Thy courts have met, Millions this day before Thee bowed; Their faces Zion-ward were set,

Vows with their lips to Thee they vowed

Till, in the ocean of Thy love,
We lose ourselves in heaven above.

O'er island, continent, or deep, Thy far-spread family awoke,

Sabbath all round the world to keep.

3 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, Hath failed this day some suit to gain; To those in trouble Thou wert nigh: Not one hath sought Thy face in vain. 4 Yet one prayer more, and be it one,

In which both heaven and earth accord Fulfil Thy promise to Thy Son;

Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord. James Montgomery. (1771-1854.) 1853. ab. and sl. alt

2 Here, when Thy people seek Thy face, And dying sinners pray to live, Hear Thou in heaven, Thy dwelling-place, And when Thou hearest, O forgive. 3 Here, when Thy messengers proclaiın The blessed gospel of Thy Son, Still by the power of His great name Be mighty signs and wonders done. 4 Hosanna! to their heavenly King,

When children's voices raise that song, Hosanna! let their angels sing,

And heaven with earth the strain prolong.

5 But will, indeed, Jehovah deign

Here to abide, no transient guest? Here will the world's Redeemer reign? And here the Holy Spirit rest?

6 That glory never hence depart;

13 Lord of the temple, once disowned,
But now in worlds of light enthroned,
Thy glory let Thy servants see,
Who dedicate this house to Thee.

4 Be Thy dear name, like ointment, shed
O'er every soul, on every head;
Make glorious, O our Saviour King,
The place where thus Thy chosen sing.

5 More grand the temple, and the strain
More sweet, when we Thy heaven shall gain,
And bid, for realms where angels dwell,
Thy courts on earth a glad farewell.
Joseph Tritton. 1861.

The broad, illimitable sky;

He spread its pavement, green and bright, And curtained it with morning light.

3 The mountains in their places stood,
The sea, the sky, and "all was good;"
And when its first pure praises rang,
The "morning stars together sang."

4 Lord. 't is not ours to make the sea,
And earth, and sky, a house for Thee;
But in Thy sight our offering stands,
A humbler temple, “made with hands.”
Nathaniel Parker Willis. (1807-1867.) 1826. ab.

2 Enter with all Thy glorious train,
Thy Spirit and Thy word;
All that the ark did once contain
Could no such grace afford.

3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows,
Here let Thy praise be spread;
Bless the provisions of Thy house,
And fill Thy poor with bread.
Here let the Son of David reign,

Let God's Anointed shine,
Justice and truth His court maintain,

With love and power divine,

5 Here let Him hold a lasting throne,
And as His kingdom grows,
Fresh honors shall adorn His crown,
And shame confound His foes.

Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1719.

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God's Blessing invoked.

1O THOU, whose own vast temple stands, Built over earth and sea,

Accept the walls that human hands
Have raised to worship Thee.

2 Lord, from Thine inmost glory send,
Within these walls t' abide,
The peace that dwelleth without end
Serenely by Thy side.

3 May erring minds, that worship here,
Be taught the better way;

And they who mourn, and they who fear Be strengthened as they pray.

4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, And pure devotion rise,

While round these hallowed walls the storm Of earth-born passion dies.

William Cullen Bryant. (1794-) 1835.

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4 For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven,
For means of grace and hopes of heaven,
What can to Thee, O Lord, be given,
Who givest all?

Bp. Christopher Wordsworth (1807—) 1863. ab. and alt.

Gioacchimo Rossini. (1792-1868.) 1829.

I. BLEST is

sweet re- lief.

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Rebels He deigns to call His sons,

Their souls renewed, their sins forgiven.

2 Go, imitate the grace divine,

The grace that blazes like a sun; Hold forth your fair though feeble light; Through all your lives let mercy run. 3 Upon your bounty's willing wings Swift fly your gifts and charity; The hungry feed, the naked clothe, To pain and sickness health apply. 4 Pity the weeping widow's woe,

And be her counsellor and stay; Adopt the fatherless, and smooth To useful, happy life, his way.

Liberality.

IO WHAT stupendous mercy shines Around the Majesty of heaven:

Renounce self-righteousness with scorn; Thus will you glorify your God,

And thus the Christian name adorn. Rev. Thomas Gibbons. (1720-1785.) 1784. ab. and alt.