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Its home, when time shall be no more,
O Father, bless, for they are Thine,
48. c. M.
Almightt God, Thy word is cast,
Now let the dew of heaven descend,
Let not the foe of Christ and man
This holy seed remove,
To bring forth fruits of love.
Let not the world's deceitful cares
The rising plant destroy,
The fruits of peace and joy.
Where'er the precious seed is sown
That all whose souls the Truth receive
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Holy Ghost,
And by the heavenly host. Ainen.
49. c. M.
Theee is a book who runs may read,
And all the lore its scholars need,
The works of God above, below,
Within us and around,
How God himself is found.
The glorious sky, embracing all,
Is like the Maker's love Wherewith encompassed, great and small
In peace and order move.
The moon above, the church below,
A wondrous race they run;
Each borrows of its sun.
The Saviour lends the light and heat
That crowns His holy hill;
Perform their courses still.
Thou who hast given me eyes to see
And love this sight so fair,
And read Thee everywhere. Amen.
50. L. M.
Jesu, Creator of the world!
Of all mankind Eedeemer blest! True God of God, in whom we see
The Father's image clear express'd !.
Thee, Saviour, love alone constrained
Thou as a second Adam cam'st,
That self-same love, which made the sky,
Took pity on our misery,
And broke the bondage of our birth.
O Jesu, in Thy breast divine
That self-same love doth ever glow;
For ever mercy to mankind
Shall from that ceaseless fountain flow.
For this Thy pierced and wounded heart
To cleanse us from the stains of guilt
To God the Father and the Son
With Thee, O Holy Comforter,
51. 8, 8, 6.
Geeat mover of all hearts, Whose hand
Of human thought and will,
Their order to fulfil.
Faith, hope, and love here weave one chain,
When this short day is gone;
With all our labours done?
We sow 'mid perils here and tears;
Which here in grief hath sown:
With heavenly glory crown. Amen.
52. c. M.
Lobd, when we bend before Thy throne,
And our confessions pour, Teach us to feel the sins we own,
And hate what we deplore.
Our broken spirits pitying see;
True penitence impart;
Beam hope upon the heart.
When we disclose our wants in prayer
May we our wills resign,
Which is not wholly Thine.
May faith each weak petition fill,
And waft it to the skies, And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still
That grants it or denies.
All glory to the Father be,
All glory to the Son,
While endless ages run. Amen.
53. 8-7, 8-7, 4-7.
Jestj Lobd, we kneel before Thee, Bend from heaven Thy gracious ear;