3 Father, let Thy Holy Spirit

Still reveal a Saviour's love, And prepare me to inherit

Glory where He reigns above;

SHEPHERD. 8, 7, 4.

14 There, with saints and angels dwelling, May I that great love proclaim,

And with them be ever telling

All the wonders of His name.

Miss Dorothy Ann Thrupp. (1779-1847.) 1830.

William Batchelder Bradbury. (1816-1868.) 1856.

Little clusters

Help to fill the garners too.

2 Toiling early in the morning,

Catching moments through the day,
Nothing small or lowly scorning,
While we work, and watch, and pray;
Gathering gladly

Free-will offerings by the way. 3 Not for selfish praise or glory,

Not for objects nothing worth,
But to send the blessed story

Of the gospel o'er the earth,
Telling mortals

Of our Lord and Saviour's birth.

4 Up and ever at our calling,

Till in death our lips are dumb,
Or till, sin's dominion falling,
Christ shall in His kingdom come,
And His children

Reach their everlasting home.
5 Steadfast, then, in our endeavor,
Heavenly Father, may we be;
And for ever, and for ever,
We will give the praise to Thee;
Hallelujah

Singing, all eternity.

Thomas MacKellar (1812-) 1849

ST. AMBROSE. 6, 4.

William Henry Monk. 1861.

4 Ever be Thou our Guide,
Our Shepherd and our Pride,
Our Staff and Song:
Jesus, Thou Christ of God,
By Thy perennial Word

Lead us where Thou hast trod,

Make our faith strong.

5 So now, and till we die, Sound we Thy praises high,

And joyful sing:

Infants, and the glad throng

Who to Thy Church belong,
Unite to swell the song

To Christ our King.

From Clement of Alexandria. (-220.)

Tr. by Rev. Henry Martyn Dexter. (1821-) 1846, 1849

English. Arr. by H. E. Matthews. 1841.

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Bathed in that pure and precious flood,

Behold them white and clean. Cho.

5 On earth they sought the Saviour's grace, On earth they loved His name;

So now they see His blesséd face, And stand before the Lamb. Cho. Mrs. Anne Houlditch Shepherd. (1809-1857.) 1841. ab. Johann C. W. A. Mozart. (1756-1791.)

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The Children in the Temple.
Matt. xxi. 15, 16.

2 And since the Lord retaineth

His love to children still,
Though now as King He reigneth
On Zion's heavenly hill;
We'll flock around His banner,
We'll bow before His throne,
And cry aloud, Hosanna

To David's royal Son.

3 For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer's praise,
The stones, our silence shaming,
Would their hosannas raise.
But shall we only render

The tribute of our words?
No; while our hearts are tender,
They too shall be the Lord's.

Rev. Joshua King. 1830.

IHE comes in blood-stained garments;
Upon His brow a crown;
The gates of brass fly open,
The iron bands drop down;
From off the fettered captive
The chains of Satan fall,
While angels shout triumphant,
That Christ is Lord of all.

2 O Christ, His love is mighty,
Long-suffering is His grace;
And glorious is the splendor

That beameth from His face. Our hearts up-leap in gladness When we behold that love, As we go singing onward

To dwell with Him above.

Mrs. Charitie Lees Bancroft. (1841-) 1860. ab.

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who, all night long, unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.

3 All praise to Thee who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless light partake.

4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;

Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.

5 Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.

With ready mind, and active will,
March on and keep my heavenly way.

4 But I shall rove, and lose the race,
If God my Sun should disappear,
And leave me in the world's wide maze,
To follow every wandering star.
Give me Thy counsel for my guide,
And then receive me to Thy bliss:
All my desires and hopes beside

5

Are faint and cold compared with this. Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1709. ab. and sl. alt.

Hover around us while we pray;
New perils past, new sins forgiven,
New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.

3 If on our daily course our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,
New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.

4 The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we ought to ask,--
Room to deny ourselves, a road
To bring us daily nearer God.

5 Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love
Fit us for perfect rest above;
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.

Rev. John Keble. (1792-1866.) 1827. ab.