Thou wilt hear them;

From the stains of sin and shame

Thou wilt clear them;
'Mid the quicksands and the rocks,
Thou wilt steer them;
In temptation, trial, grief,

Be Thou near them.

mf Unto Thee we give them up;
Lord, receive them;

In the world we know must be
Much to grieve them-
Many striving oft and strong
To deceive them :
Trustful, in Thy hands of love
We must leave them.

Name [way. To walk in Thine own guileless To dread the touch of sin and shame,

And humbly, like Thyself, obey! mp 0 let not this world's scorching glow

Thy Spirit's quickening dew efface,
Nor blast of sin too rudely blow,
And quench the trembling flame
of grace.

p Gather Thy Lambs within Thine

arm,

And gently in Thy bosom bear; Keep them, O Lord, from hurt and harm,

And bid them rest for ever there! mf So shall they, waiting here below, Like Thee, their Lord, a little span, In wisdom and in stature grow, And favour both with God and man. W. W. How.

L.M.

mf SPIRIT of Christ! be earnest given That these our prayers are heard. and they

Who grasp, this hour, the sword of

heaven

cres Till they with open heart and free Teach all Thy word, in all its power.

mp When foemen watch their tents by night, [and fell, And mists hang wide o'er moor cresSpirit of counsel and of night, Their pastoral warfare guide Thou well.

p And O! when worn and tired, they sigh

With that more fearful war within, cres When passion's storms are loud and high,

And, brooding o'er remembered sin

Send him victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save our King.

O Lord, our God, arise,
Scatter his enemies,

And make them fall.
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks.
On Thee our hopes we fix.
God save us all.

f Thy choicest gifts in store
On him be pleased to pour,
Long may he reign,
May he defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the King.

(?) Henry Carey (-1748),

L.M. mf PRAISE to our God, whose bounteous hand

Prepared of old our glorious land; A garden fenced with silver sea; A people prosperous, bold, and free. mf Praise to our God; through all our past

His mighty arm hath held us fast,
Till wars and perils, toils and tears.
Have brought the rich and peaceful
years.

mf Praise to our God; the vine He

set

Within ou coasts is fruitful yet; On many a shore her seedlings grow; [glow. 'Neath many a sun her clusters

LIFT thy song among the nations,
England of the Lord beloved!
Sing the grace for generations
That hath kept thy lamp un-
moved;

Sing how vainly hosts assembled
'Gainst the isle of His delight;
Sing how tyrants turned and
trembled

When His arm upheld thy right!

mf Sing how He, the Lord, hath brought thee Onward still from height to height,

How the Heavenly Lustre sought [bright

thee

Ere it made the world more
Let the freedom long-descended
Gloriously uplift thy voice!
In the Good Old Cause defended

By thy men of might, rejoice! mf Sing how He His England crowned

Rome;

Sing how He His truth enthroned

In this consecrated home;

How He trusts thee with the
treasure

Of His Word to send it forth :
Mightily fulfil His pleasure;

Send His word o'er all the earth!

[f Sing how gleamed His sword

victorious

In the hands of heroes thine!

to shore,

Sound all the earth abroad; And distant nations know and

love

Their Saviour and their God?

f Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands. Sing loud, with solemn voice: While British tongues exalt His praise,

And British hearts rejoice.

Streamed from Thy souls divine! Let no marvel of Thy story

Lose its place amidst the praise! Praise Him for Thine olden glory! Praise Him for these latter days!]

Judge,

That sits enthroned above, Wisely commands the worlds He made

In justice and in love.