I FAR as Creation's bounds extend,
Thy mercies with thy glory blend ;
To thee, O Lord, thy works shall raise
A chorus of unceasing praise ;
While men in hymns of joy impart
The transports of a grateful heart.

2 They sing the glories of thy name,
And feel within the vital flame;
And while thy wisdom they admire,
To know thy love their hearts aspire:
Thy love, O Lord, thy holy love
Is heaven below, is heaven above!

3 To every soul of all our race,

Do thou reveal thy wondrous grace;
And may thy mercy thousands win
From ways of error and of sin;
May faith and hope and love increase,
And fill the earth with joy and peace!
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I THOU hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows,
I see from far thy beauteous light;
Inly I sigh for thy repose:
My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest, till it finds rest in thee!

2 Is there a thing beneath the sun

That strives with thee my heart to share?
Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there :

Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it has found repose in thee ! 369.

I THOU art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see ;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from thee.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
2 When day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into heaven, -
Those hues that make the sun's decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.

3 When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh,
And every flower the summer wreathes
Is born beneath thy kindling eye;
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.

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I JESUS, the calm that fills my breast
No other heart than thine can give ;
This peace unstirred, this joy of rest,
None but thy loved ones can receive.
2 My weary soul has found a charm
That turns to blessedness my woe ;
Within the shelter of thine arm
I rest secure from storm and foe.
3 In desert waste I feel no dread,

Fearless I walk the trackless sea;

I care not where my way is led,
Since all my life is life with thee.

4 O Christ, through changeful years my Guide, My Comforter in sorrow's night,

My Friend, when friendless, still abide,
My Lord, my Counsellor, my Light.

5 My time, my powers, I give to thee;
My inmost soul 't is thine to move;
I wait for thy eternity:

I wait in peace, in praise, in love.

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I ANOTHER pastor hast thou given,

Our Father, to this flock of thine,
To feed them with the bread of heaven,
And guide them to the life divine.

2 O, make him here, we humbly pray,
So faithful to the trust he bears
That from his fold no lamb may stray,
Or fall within the tempter's snares.

3 And when the dying need his aid,
Then may he speak those truths sublime

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Which lift from death its fearful shade,
And ope to view yon better clime.
Where death has been, in homes of grief,
And sorrow's lowest depths are stirred,
There may he offer sweet relief,
Through Christ, the life and living word.

Here may he labor while 't is day,

That when night's gloom comes deep'ning on
Like his loved Master, he may say,
The work thou gavest me is done.

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I COME, ye lofty, come, ye lowly,
Let your songs of gladness ring;

In a stable lies the Holy,

In a manger rests the King.
Come, ye poor, no pomp or station
Robes the child your hearts adore :
He, the Lord of your salvation,

Shares your want, is weak and poor.

2 Let us bring our poor oblations,

Thanks and love and faith and praise; Come, ye people, come, ye nations,

One and all on him to gaze. Hark, the heaven of heavens is ringing, Christ the Lord to man is born! Are not all our hearts, too, singing, Welcome, welcome, happy morn? Greenville.

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1 GENTLY, Lord, O, gently lead us
Through this lonely vale of tears,
Through the changes thou 'st decreed us,
Till our last great change appears.
When temptation's darts assail us,
When in devious paths we stray,
Let thy goodness never fail us,

Lead us in thy perfect way.

2 In the hour of pain and anguish,

In the hour when death draws near, Suffer not our hearts to languish,

Suffer not our souls to fear; And, when mortal life is ended,

Bid us in thine arms to rest, Till, by angel-bands attended, We awake among the blest.

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