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FOR PARTICULAR OCCASIONS.

FOR A MINISTER.

FOR A DEPARTED SAINT.

Nocturn

Matins.

Evensong.

O Christ, who art our Pastor's Lord

Thou little fock.

"Tis not the bicod-stained vest alone
The man whose heart, most holy God
Biest child of God, thy hallowed soul
The loving heart, the bounteous hand
Oh! happy the departed saint

FOR A YOUNG WOMAN.
FOR A HOLY WOMAN.
AT THE DEATH OF
HOLY WOMAN,
DEDICATION OF A CHURCH.

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O eity of our God

Christ is our corner-stone

Oh, that day of wrath dismaying
Almighty Father, just and good

FOR THE HOLY COMMUNION.

I. My God, and is thy tab? spread

II. Thou, God, all glory, honour, power.

III. All ye who faithful servants are

LAMENTATION OF A SINNER.

O Lord, turn not thy face away
O Lord, in thee is all my trust.

Hymn before Sermon

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HYMNS

OF

THE PRIMITIVE CHURCH

HYMNS FOR THE DAYS OF THE WEEK.

SUNDAY.

NOCTURN.

(Die, dierum principe. No. 1.)

THE first of days the light beheld
Forth bursting from the gloom-
And Christ, our true eternal Light,
Arising from the tomb.

Creation thus, and dreadful death,
Obeyed the voice of Heaven:
Then let not ransomed man despise
The summons God hath given.

While yet in darkness nature lies,
Let us, the sons of light,
With hymns of holy praise dispel
The silence of the night.

Lord, may thy Gospel to our souls
Fresh energy impart,

So shall our new and holy lives
Evince a new-born heart.

B

Oh! may no sin our anas ienile,

Or cause our minds to rove: Upon our ins e simple ruth And in our hearts be love.

Throughout the lav, oh! Christ, in Thee
May ready hein be found.

To save our souls from Satan's wiles.
Who still keeps hoving round.

Subservient to thy daily praise
Our daily toil shall be:

So may our works, in thee begun.
Be furtherd, Lord, by thee.

And lest the flesh, profanely proud,
Subdue the yielding soul,
May self-constraining temperance
That carnal pride control.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Holy Ghost,
Eternal glory be from man,
And from the angel host.

THIRD HOUR, or 9 a. M.

(Oh fons amoris, Spiritus. No. 4.)

On Holy Spirit, Lord of grace,

Eternal source of love,

Inflame, we pray, our inmost hearts,

With fire from Heaven above.

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