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1. Draw near us to-day, and a blessing im- part, Dear Lord, to each hum-ble and pen-i-tent heart,
Whose joy is to follow our Master and Lord In each blessed ord'nance we find in thy word.
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2 The pride we have cherished we gladly
Now of thy meek spirit, O, let us partake!
With brotherly kindness each other we greet,
As now in God's presence we wash the saints' feet.
0, lend us the power of thy presence Divine,
Our hearts to the love of this duty incline, And wash from our lives every unholy stain,
Till naught of impurity with us remain. NAUFORD, 8s & 4.
'Tis blessed to serve one another in love.
3 If ill-will or envy have darkened our life, May pure love now enter, expelling all strife;
L. A. LOGAN.
2 His body broken in our stead
Is here, in this memorial bread;
1. By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored, We keep the memory adored, And show the death of our dear Lord, Un-til he come.
3 His fearful drops of agony,
His life-blood shed for us we see;
4 And thus that dark betrayal night, With the last advent we unite-
A. S. SULLIVAN.
The shame, the glory, by this rite,
5 Until the trump of God be heard,
6 O blessed hope! with this elate,
1. Great King of
This tem - ple
DARWALL. H. M.
glory, come, And with
as thy home, This peo - ple
may thine ears attend
3 Here may our unborn sons
And daughters sound thy praise, And shine, like polished stones,
Through long-succeeding days; Here, Lord, display thy saving power, While temples stand and men adore.
4 Here may the listening throng
Till all, who humbly seek thy face,
[Portugese Hymn, No. 783.]
Be-neath this roof, O deign to show How God can dwell with men be- low.
No incense is lighted, no victims are slain, No monarch kneels praying to hallow the fane.
2 More simple and lowly the walls that we raise,
And humbler the pomp of procession and praise,
Where the heart is the altar whence incense shall roll,
And Messiah the King who shall plead for the soul.
WARE. L. M.
1. All things are thine; no gift have we, Lord of all gifts! to of
And hence, with grateful hearts to-day, Thine own, be-fore thy feet
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1 O LORD of hosts, whose glory fills
And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands,
Endue thy creatures with the grace
Both now and ever, Lord, protect
J. M. Neale.
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1 AND wilt thou, O eternal God,
SAMSON. L. M.
1. O bow thine ear, E ter nal One! On thee each heart a
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2 Here let thy holy days be kept;
And be this place to worship given, Like that bright spot where Jacob slept,
The house of God, the gate of heaven. 3 Here may thine honor dwell; and here As incense, let thy children's prayer, From contrite hearts and lips sincere,
Rise on the still and holy air.
4 Here be thy praise devoutly sung,
Here let thy truth beam forth to save As when of old thy Spirit hung
On wings of light o'er Jordan's wave.
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1 THE perfect world by Adam trod
To thee the followers of thy Son Have raised, and now devote, these walls.
2 He hung its starry roof on high-
GEORGE F. HANDEL.
3 The mountains in their places stood,
2 When here, O Lord, we seek thy face, And dying sinners pray to live, Hear thou in heaven, thy dwelling-place;
And when thou hearest, Lord, forgive. 3 When here thy messengers proclaim
The blessed gospel of thy Son,