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Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of him who died.
Vine of heav'n! thy blood supplies
The blest cup of sacrifice;
'Tis thy wounds our healing give:
To thy cross we look and live;
Thou'rt our life! Oh, let us be
Rooted, grounded, built on thee.

Hymn 74.

S. M.

Grief's sullen shadows roll;
We sit and watch iu vain for light,

The morning of the soul,
Arise, and let us climb

The sacred mountain's height,
And look beyond the bills of time

To boundless seas of light.
Most blessed are those spheres,

Where sorrows never rise,
And not a passing cloud appears,

To overcast their skies.
Fly on, ye years of night!

Oh, they will soon be past :
Eternity appears in sight,

And will be morn at last.
For these unrisen beams

Of never-ending day,
Let hope shake off its earthly dreams,

And faith pursue its way.

Hymn 75. L. M.

CHEN in the hour of lonely woe,
We give our sorrows

leave to flow,
And care, and fear, and dark distrust,
Weigh down our spirits to the dust ;
And when not friendship’s gentle aid
Can heal the wounds the world has inade;
Let this repress each rising sigh,
Our Saviour is for ever nigh.
Jesus ! in whom but thee above,
Can we repose our trust, our love ?
Or shall an earthly object be
Sought in comparison with thee?
Our flesh is hast’ning to decay ;
Soon shall the world bave pass'd away ;
And what can mortal friends avail,
When heart, and strength, and life shall fail?
But Oh, be thou, my Saviour, nigli,
And we shall triumph while we die ;
My soul! thy portion is divine,
If Jesus be for ever thine.

Hymn 76.

P. M..

THOU God, who bearest pray’r,

Every hour and every where !
Listen to our feeble breath,
Save us from the gates of death;
For his sake whose blood we plead,
Hear us in our hour of need.

Wash us from the stain of sin,
That thy peace may rule within ;
Let us raise our languid eye
To the cross where Christ did die;
He can make the spirit whole,
He can heal and save the soul.

Thou art merciful to save !
Thou hast snatch'd us from the grave !
We would kiss the chast’ning rod
Of our Father, and our God :
Only hide not now thy face,
God of all-sufficient grace!

Leave us not, our strength, our trust!
But remember we are dust;
Leave us not again to stray,
Leave us not the tempter's prey;
Fix our hearts on things above:
Make us happy in thy love.

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VHAT sinners value, we resign;

Lord, 'tis enough that we are thine ;
We shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.

This life's a dream, an empty show ;
But the bright world to which we go
Hath joys substantial and sincere :
When shall we wake, and find us there.

O glorious hour! O bless'd abode !
We shall be near and like our God!
And Aesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
Our flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in the Saviour's image rise.

Hymn 78. c. M. O

THAT the Lord would guide our ways

To keep his statutes still !
O that our God would grant us grace

To know and do his will.
O send thy Spirit down to write

Thy law on every heart !
Nor let our tongues indulge deceit,

Nor act the liar's part.
From vanity turn off our eyes :

Let no corrupt design,
Nor covetous desires arise

Within a soul of thine.
Order our footsteps hy thy word,

And make our hearts sincere,
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,

But keep the conscience clear. Make us to walk in thy commands,

'Tis a delightful road; Nor let our head, or heart, or hands,

Offend against our God.

Hymn 79. P. M.
ET us with a gladsome mind,

Praise the Lord, for he is kind :
For bis mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
He, with all commanding might,
Fill’d the new-made world with light :
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
All things living he doth feed:
His full hand supplies their need :
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
He his chosen race did bless,
In the wasteful wilderness :
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
He bath with a piteous eye,
Look'd upou our misery :
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Let us then, with gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind :
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Hymn 80.

C. M. BEHOLD! the mountain of the Lord

, On mountain tops, above the hills,

And draw the wondering eyes.

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