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3 In them Thou may’st be clothed and fed,
And visited and cheered;
And in their accents of distress
The Saviour's voice is heard.

4 Thyself, with gratitude and love,
We in Thy poor would see:
O let us joyfully return
What we receive from Thee! -

NOTHER year, another year
Hath sped its flight on silent wing,
And all that marked its brief career
Hath passed from mortal reckoning.

2 For all Thy grace and patient love, Exhaustless still, and still the same, For all our hopes of joy above,

We laud and bless Thy Holy Name.

3 We bless Thee for each happy soul,
Throughout another fleeting year,
Or by Thy quickening grace made whole,
Or parted in Thy faith and fear.

4 Still bear with us, and bless us still !
And, while in this dark world we stay,
O let us love Thy holy will !
O let us keep Thy narrow way!
5 So, when the rolling stream of time
Hath opened to a boundless sea,
Loud will we raise that song sublime,
All honour, glory, power to Thee!


GOD of Israel! by whose hand
Thy people still are fed ;
Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led ;

2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present
Before Thy throne of grace:
God of our fathers be the God
Of their succeeding race.

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

4 O spread Thy covering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father's loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace.

5 Such blessings from Thy gracious hand
Our humble prayers implore;
And Thou shalt be our chosen God
And portion evermore.

229 OVEREIGN Ruler of the skies!
Ever gracious, ever wise !
All my times are in Thy hand—
All events at Thy command.

2 He that formed me in the womb,
He shall guide me to the tomb:
All my times shall ever be
Ordered by His wise decree.

3 Times of sickness, times of health;
Times of penury and wealth;
Times of trial and of grief;
Times of triumph and relief;

4 Times the tempter’s power to prove;
Times to taste a Saviour's love;
All must come, and last, and end,
As shall please my heavenly Friend.

5 Plagues and deaths around me fly;
Till He bids, I cannot die:
Not a single shaft can hit,
Till the God of love sees fit.

OD of my life, through all its days
My grateful powers shall sound Thy praise;
The song shall wake with opening light,
And cheer the silent hours of night.

When anxious cares would break my rest,
And grief would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy heartfelt praises raised on high
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And voice and pulse and language fail,
Joy through my streaming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

But O ! when that last conflict’s o'er,
And I am chained to flesh no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise,
To join the chorus of the skies!

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GOD, our Help in ages past,
Our Hope for years to come,
Our Shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal Home!

2 Beneath the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.

3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.

4. A thousand ages, in Thy sight,
Are like an evening gone ;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They pass forgotten, as a dream
Flies at the opening day.

6 O God, our Help in ages past,
Our Hope for years to come,
Be Thou our Guard while life shall last,
And our eternal Home!

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Y soul, repeat His praise,
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

2 High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.

3 The pity of the Lord
To those that fear His name
Is such as tender parents feel—
He knows our feeble frame.

4. He knows we are but dust,
Scattered with every breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.

5 Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.

6 But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure:
And children’s children ever find

The word of promise sure.

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