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All that spring, with bounteous hand
These to thee, O God! we owe,
Hymn 14. C. M.
HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord!
When circling dangers close us round,
Thy pity sets us free,
Our soul takes bold on thee.
Thy mercy gladdens ev'ry soil,
Makes ev'ry region please;
And smooths the stormy seas.
O let us then, with grateful hearts,
Thy goodness, Lord, adore 1
And humbly hope tor more!
The life thy gracious pow'r protects,
Thy sacrifice shall be; And death, when death must be our doom,
Shall join our souls to thee.
Hymn 17. P. M.
WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies,
When to heav'n's great and glorious King,
As ev'ry day thy mercy spares
When each day's scenes and labours close,
And, at my life's last setting sun,
n 18. P. M,
WHILE, by calm reflection led,
They have now no cares below;
But how little, none can know.
Life, how frail! how fleeting breath!
Fate stands threat'ning still in view; And the next dread bolt of death,
May be sent to me or you. While we speak, or while we hear,
Teach us, Lord, with awe to think— Vast eternity is near,
We are standing on the brink.
As the winged arrow flies
Quick, the destin'd mark to find; As the lightning from the skies
Darts, and leaves no trace behind: So our brief and transient days,
To their end speed swiftly on; Soon we pass life's little space,
Here to-day—to-morrow gone.
Lord, our suppliant Tows receive,
Pardon of our sins renew;
With eternity in view.
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
Take us to thy bliss above.
Grateful notes and numbers bring,
Hymn 22. C. M.
TO our Redeemer's glorious name,
His love, what mortal thought can reach?
What mortal tongue display I Imagination's utmost stretch,
In wonder dies away.
He left his radiant throne on high,
And came on earth to bleed and die;
Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee, May ev'ry heart with rapture say,
"The Saviour died for me."
O may the sweet, the blissful theme,
Fill ev'ry heart and tongue,
And join the sacred song.
Hymn 23. C. M.
For the Sacrament.
Luke xxii. 19, 20. John vi. 53—56.
WHEN Christ, our Lord, a table spreads^
Let vain pursuits, and vain desires,
Be banish'd from the heart, The Saviour's love fill ev'ry breast,
And life and light impart.
He knew how frail our nature is,
Our souls how apt to stray,
To keep us in the way.
For these kind pledges of his love
His mercy did ordain,
And faith and hope sustain.
Since such his condescending grace,
Let us with hearts sincere, Obedient to his holy will,
His table now draw near.
And, while we join to celebrate .
The sufferings of our Lord,
To keep his holy word.