3 Through each perplexing path of life,
Our wand'ring footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

4 O spread Thy fost'ring wings around,
Till all our wand'rings cease;
And at Thine ever-blest abode
Our souls arrive in peace.

5 Such blessings from Thy gracious hand
Our humble pray'rs implore;

And Thou, the LORD, shalt be our God
And portion evermore.

14. Praise to God as the God of the Seasons. (L. M.) 1 ETERNAL Source of every joy!

Well may Thy praise our lips employ;
While in Thy temple we appear

To hail Thee sovereign of the year.

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,

Thy hand supports and guides the whole; The sun is taught by Thee to rise, The night by Thee to veil the skies. 3 Seasons renew'd, and years and days, Demand successive songs of praise: Still be the grateful homage paid, With morning light and ev'ning shade. 4 Here, in Thine house, let incense rise, As circling Sabbaths bless our eyes: Till to those glorious realms we soar, Where days and years revolve no more.

V. EPIPHANY;

OR, THE MANIFESTATION OF CHRIST ΤΟ

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THE GENTILES.

15. ISAIAH lii. 7-10. (S. M.)
How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Sion's hill;

Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!

2 How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
"Sion! behold thy Saviour-King,
He reigns and triumphs here."

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How happy are our ears,
That hear the joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!

How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heav'nly light!
Prophets and kings desir'd it long,
But died without the sight.

The LORD makes known his name
Through all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold

Their Saviour and their God.

16. On the collect for the Epiphany. (L. M.) 1 O GOD, who by Thy star didst lead Th adoring Gentiles on their way TO HIM, whose wondrous birth has freed Mankind from death, wherein they lay:

2 Teach us, O LORD, to know and feel The good which from Thy mercy flows; That we to others may reveal

The tale, and all Thy love disclose.

3 LORD! what is man, that in Thy mind
His humble lot should have a share?
Or, what his sons, that thus they find
Their wants the object of Thy care?
4 All that a grateful heart can give,

Is poor to what Thy love demands !
Yet, LORD, accept us while we strive
T'obey, in fear, Thy blest commands.

17. The heavens declare the glory of God.—PSAL. xix. 1—6. (L. M.)

1 THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim.

2 The unwearied sun from day to day
Does his Creator's pow'r display,
And publishes to ev'ry land
The work of an Almighty hand.

3 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly, to the list'ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;

4 While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

5 What though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found;
6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine."

VI. ASH-WEDNESDAY.

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LENT.

18. The lamentation of a sinner. (D. C. M.)
1 O LORD! turn not Thy face away
From them that lowly lie,
Lamenting sore their sinful life
With tears and bitter cry.
Thy mercy-gates are open wide

To them that mourn their sin;
O! shut them not against us, Lord,
But let us enter in.

2 O LORD! Thou know'st what things be past,
Also the things that be;
Thou know'st also what is to come,
Nothing is hid from Thee.
LORD, we come to Thy mercy-gate,
Where mercy doth abound,

Desiring mercy for our sins

To heal our souls' deep wound.

3 O LORD! we need not to repeat
What we do beg and crave:
For Thou dost know before we ask,
The thing that we would have.

Mercy, O LORD, mercy we seek,
This is the total sum;

For mercy, LORD, is all our prayer,
O! let Thy mercy come.

19. Anticipation of the Judgment Day. (C. M.) 1 WHEN rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face, O! how shall I appear?

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks
And trembles at the thought;

3 When Thou, O LORD! shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O! how shall I appear ?

4 LORD! See the sorrows of my heart
Ere yet it be too late;

And hear my SAVIOUR's dying groans
To give those sorrows weight!

5 For never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to procure;

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Who knows Thine ONLY SON has died

To make her pardon sure.

20. Supplication for mercy. (S. M.)

FATHER of Mercies, hear!

Thy pardon we implore;

While daily through this sacred fast,
Our prayers, our tears, we pour.