"Out of the depths have I cried unto Thee, O Lord."

I THOU who didst on Calvary bleed, 4
Thou who dost for sinners plead,
Help me in my time of need:
cres Jesus, hear my cry!

2 In my darkness and my grief,
With my heart of unbelief,
I, who am of sinners chief,
cres Lift to Thee mine eye.
3 Foes without and fears within,
With no plea Thy grace to win,
But that Thou canst save from sin,
cres To Thy cross I fly.

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Others, long in fetters bound,
There deliverance sought and found,
Heard the voice of mercy sound:
cres Surely so may I!

5 mfThere on Thee I cast my care;
There to Thee I raise my prayer;
Jesus, save me from despair-
cres Save me, or I die!

6 mf When the storms of trial lower, When I feel temptation's power, pp In the last and darkest hour,

cres Jesus, be Thou nigh! Amen

"Continue in prayer, and watch in the same with thanksgiving."

If HARK! 'tis the watchman's cry,
"Wake, brethren, wake!"
Jesus our Lord is nigh;

Wake, brethren, wake! mf Sleep is for sons of night; cres Ye are children of the light; Yours is the glory bright; f Wake, brethren, wake!

2 mf Call to each waking band,
"Watch, brethren, watch!"
Clear is our Lord's command,
Watch, brethren, watch!
Be ye as men that wait
Always at the Master's gate,
Even though He tarry late:
Watch, brethren, watch!

This vineyard of the Lord Constant labour will afford; cres Yours is a sure reward:

f Work, brethren, work!

4mf Hear we the Saviour's voice,
"Pray, brethren, pray!"
mf Would ye His heart rejoice?
Pray, brethren, pray!

Sin calls for constant fear;
cres Weakness needs the strong One near;
dim Long as ye struggle here,
Pp Pray, brethren, pray !

5 f Sound now the final chord,
Praise, brethren, praise ! "
Thrice holy is our Lord,

Praise, brethren, praise!
What more befits the tongues,
Soon to join the angels' songs,
While heaven the note prolongs?
ff Praise, brethren, praise! Amen.

359 "O Lord, truly I am Thy servant... Thou hast loosed my bonds."

I mf HOW blessed, from the bonds of sin 3 mfThus may I serve Thee, gracious

And earthly fetters free,

In singleness of heart and aim,
Thy servant, Lord, to be!
The hardest toil to undertake
With joy at Thy command,
The meanest office to receive
With meekness at Thy hand;

Thus ever Thine alone, [Lord; My soul and body given to Thee, The purchase Thou hast won; Through evil or through good Still keeping by Thy side;[report cres And by my life, or by my death, Let Christ be magnified!

2 mf With willing heart and longing eyes 4 mf How happily the working days

To watch before Thy gate,
Ready to run the weary race,
To bear the heavy weight;
No voice of thunder to expect,
But follow calm and still;
cres For love can easily divine
The one Beloved's will!

In this dear service fly!

How rapidly the closing hour,
The time of rest, draws nigh!

cres When all the faithful gather home,
A joyful company,

f And ever where the Master is

Shall His blest servants be!

Amer

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"When thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren."

ImfLORD, speak to me, that I may speak

In living echoes of Thy tone; As Thou hast sought, so let me seek dim Thy erring children lost and lone. 2 mf Oh, lead me, Lord, that I may lead The wandering and the wavering feet; Oh, feed me, Lord, that I may feed Thy hungering ones with manna

sweet.

3f Oh, strengthen me, that, while I stand
Firm on the rock and strong in Thee,
I may stretch out a loving hand
To wrestlers with the troubled sea.
4mfOh, teach me, Lord, that I may teach
The precious things Thou dost im-
part;

ST. CATHARINE.

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And wing my words, that they may

reach

The hidden depths of many a heart.
Oh,give Thine own sweet rest to me,
That I may speak with soothing
power

A word in season, as from Thee,
To weary ones in needful hour.
6cres Oh, fill me with Thy fulness, Lord,
Until my very heart o'erflow [word,
In kindling thought and glowing
Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show.
7 mf Oh, use me, Lord, use even me,

Just as Thou wilt, and when, and cres Until Thy blessed face I see, [where, f Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share. Amen.

7,6,7,6. D. Rev. REGINALD F. DALE, Mus. Bac.

P PPP

A-men.

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"Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that He will send forth labourers into His harvest."

mfLORD of the living harvest

That whitens o'er the plain, Where angels soon shall gather Their sheaves of golden grain, Accept these hands to labour, These hearts to trust and love, res And deign with them to hasten Thy kingdom from above. mf As labourers in Thy vineyard Still faithful may we be, lim Content to bear the burden Of weary days for Thee;