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4[To his cross for refuge flying,

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Arm thee for the strife within;
There from thy Redeemer dying
Learn the sinfulness of sin:

Cleansed, and wash'd, and freely pardon'd,
By his matchless love and pow'r;
Hear Him say-no longer harden'd-
"Go in peace, and sin no more."]

Seeking for the sweet pastures. Song of Sol. i, 7, 8. 1 Cor. xi, 26. 1 THOU, whom my soul admires above All earthly joy, and earthly love! Tell me, dear Shepherd! let me know Where doth thy sweetest pasture grow. 2 Where is the shadow of that rock,

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That from the sun defends thy flock? Fain would I feed among thy sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep. 3 The footsteps of thy flock I see; Thy sweetest pastures here they be; A wondrous feast thy love prepares, Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and tears. 4 His dearest flesh He makes my food, And bids me drink his richest blood; Here, to this feast, my soul will come, "Till my Beloved lead me home.

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Grateful remembrance of Christ's death.

Song of Sol. i, 4.

1 Cor. xi, 23-25.

1 IF HUMAN kindness meets return,
And owns the grateful tie;

If tender thoughts within us burn
To feel a friend is nigh;

2 Oh! shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe

To Him, who died our fears to quell,
Our more than orphan's woe?

3 While yet his anguish'd soul survey'd
Those pangs He would not flee,
What love his latest words display'd,
"Meet, and remember Me."

4 Remember Thee! thy death, thy shame, Our sinful hearts to share!

O memory! leave no other name
But his recorded there!

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Welcoming new Communicants.
Gen. xxiv, 31.

1 COME in, beloved in the Lord!
Enter in Jesu's precious name;
We welcome you with one accord,
And trust our Saviour does the same.

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2 Those joys which earth can not afford
We hope in fellowship to prove,
Join'd in one spirit to our Lord,
Together bound in mutual love.

3 And, while we pass this vale of tears,
We'll make our joys and sorrows known,
We'll share each other's hopes and fears,
And count a brother's cares our own.
4 Once more our welcome we repeat,
Receive assurance of our love;
Oh! may we all together meet
Around the throne of God above!

Old Year.

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Grateful remembrance of past mercies.

Ps. lxv, 11. Acts xxvi, 22.

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Rev. vii, 10.

1 OUR Helper, God! we bless thy name, Whose power and grace are still the same; The tokens of thy friendly care

Commence, and crown, and close the year. 2 Amidst ten thousand snares we stand, Supported by thy guardian hand; And mark, when we regard our ways, Ten thousand monuments of praise.

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3 Thus far thine arm hath led us on;
Thus far we make thy mercy known;
And, while we tread this desert land,
New mercies shall new songs demand.
4 Our grateful souls, on Jordan's shore,
Would raise one sacred anthem more;
Then sing, in brighter courts above,
Unceasing strains of grateful love.

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Travellers to the grave.

Job vii, 6. Ps. xc, 12. Isa. xxxviii, 12.
1 THEE We adore, Eternal Name!
And humbly own to Thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame!
What dying worms are we!
2[Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As months and days increase;
And every beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.]

3 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're travelling to the grave.

4 Great God! on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things!

Th' eternal state of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings!

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5 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on every breath;

And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!

6 Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense
To walk this dang❜rous road;
And, if our souls be hurried hence,
May they be found with God!

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The current of time gliding onwards to eternity.

Job xiv, 10-12.

Ps. xc, 4-6.

1 GOD of eternity! from Thee Did infant time his being draw;

Eph. v, 16.

Moments, and days, and months, and years, Revolve by thine unvaried law.

2 Silent and slow they glide away; Steady and strong the current flows; Lost in eternity's wide sea

The boundless ocean whence it rose.

3 With it the thoughtless sons of men Before the rapid stream are borne On to that fathomless abyss,

Whence not one soul can e'er return.

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