3 For every past and present joy,
For honour, competence, and health,
For hopes which time may not destroy,
Our soul's imperishable wealth;

4 For all, accept our humble praise;
Still bless us, Father, by Thy love;
And when are closed our mortal days,
Unite us in one home above.

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SAVIOU

H. WARE.

AVIOUR of them that trust in Thee, Once more with supplicating cries, We lift the heart, and bend the knee,

And bid devotion's incense rise.

2 For mercies past we praise Thee, Lord,
The fruits of earth, the hopes of heaven;
Thy helping arm, Thy guiding word,

Our answered prayers, and sins forgiven.

3 Whene'er we tread on danger's height, Or walk temptation's slippery way, Be still, to steer our steps aright,

Thy word our guide, Thine arm our stay.

4 Be ours Thy fear and favour still,
United hearts, unchanging love;
No scheme that contradicts Thy will,
No wish that centres not above.

5 And since we must be parted here,
Support us when the hour shall come;
Wipe gently off the mourner's tear,
Re-join us in our heavenly home.

L.M.

H. ALFORD,

Prayer for those at Sea or on Travel.

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ETERNAL Father, strong to save,

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Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;

O hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea!

2 O Christ, whose voice the waters heard,
And hushed their raging at Thy word,
Who walkedst on the foaming deep,
And calm amid the storm didst sleep;
O hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea!
3 Most Holy Spirit, who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
And bid its angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace;
O hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea!

4 O Trinity of love and power,
Our brethren shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee

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Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

How

W. WHITING.

[OW are Thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defence!

Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence.

C.M.

2 When by the dreadful tempest borne
High on the broken wave,

They know Thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

3 The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to Thy will!

The sea that roars at Thy command,
At Thy command is still.

4 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness we'll adore:

We'll praise Thee for Thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

5 Our life, while Thou preservest life,
A sacrifice shall be;

And death, when death shall be our lot,
Shall join our souls to Thee.

ADDISON.

664.6664.

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National Hymns.

GOD bless our native land!

May Heaven's protecting hand
Still guard our shore;

May peace her power extend,
Foe be transformed to friend,
And Britain's power depend
On war no more.

2 O Lord, our monarch bless
With strength and righteousness;
Long may she reign!

Her heart inspire and move
With wisdom from above;
And in a nation's love

Her throne maintain.

3 May just and righteous laws
Uphold the public cause,
And bless our isle!

Home of the brave and free,
The land of liberty,

We pray that still on thee
Kind Heaven may smile!

4 And not this land alone,
But be Thy mercies known
From shore to shore.
Lord, make the nations see
That men should brothers be,
And form one family,

The wide world o'er!

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W. E. HICKSON.

C.M.

LORD

ORD, while for all mankind we pray,
Of every clime and coast,

O hear us for our native land,
The land we love the most.

2 Our fathers' sepulchres are here,
And here our kindred dwell:
Our children, too;-how should we love
Another land so well?

3 O guard our shores from every foe,
With peace our borders bless;

With prosperous times our cities crown,
Our fields with plenteousness.

4 Unite us in the sacred love
Of knowledge, truth, and Thee;
And let our hills and valleys shout
The songs of liberty.

5 Here may religion, pure and mild,
Upon our Sabbaths smile;
And piety and virtue reign,
And bless our native isle.

6 Lord of the nations, thus to Thee
Our country we commend;

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Be Thou her Refuge and her Trust,
Her everlasting Friend.

J. R. WREFORD.

L.M.

PRAISE to our God! whose bounteous hand Prepared of old our glorious land;

A garden fenced with silver sea; A people prosperous, strong, and free. 2 Praise to our God through all our past His mighty arm hath held us fast; Till wars and perils, toils and tears, Have brought the rich and peaceful years. 3 Praise to our God! the vine He set Within our coasts, is fruitful yet;

On many a shore her seedlings grow; 'Neath many a sun her clusters glow. 4 Praise to our God! His power alone Can keep unmoved our ancient throne; Sustained by counsels wise and just, And guarded by a people's trust.

5 Praise to our God! who still forbears, Who still this guilty nation spares;