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God with us.


N. L. FROTHINGHAM. 2 Not now on Zion's height alone 10 God, whose presence glows in all Thy favored worshipper may dwell; Within, around us, and above!

Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Thy word we bless, thy name we call, Sat weary by the patriarch's wull.
Whose word is Truth, whose name is

3 From every place below the skies,

The grateful song, the fervent prayer 2 That truth be with the heart believed,

The incense of the heart — may rise Of all who seek this sacred place;

To heaven, and find acceptance there. With power proclaimed, in peace received,

4 ( Thou to whom, in ancient time, Our spirits' light, thy Spirit's grace. The lyre of prophet-bards was strung !3 That love its holy influence pour,

To thee, at last, in every clime, To keep us meek and make us free,

Shall temples rise, and praise bi sung. And throw its binding blessing more

Round each with all, and all with thee. 4 Send down its angel to our side;

44. Subjection to our Father. DODDRIDGE Send in its calm upon the breast: 1 ETERNAL Source of life and thought, For we would know no other guide, Be all beneath thyself forgot: And we can need no other rest.

Whilst thee, great Parent-mind, we own, 13.

In prostrate homage round thy throne. Universal Worship. 1 0 Thou to whom, in ancient time, 2 Whilst in themselves our souls survey The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Of thee some faint reflected ray, Whom kings adored in song sublime, They, wondering, to their Father rise. And prophets praised with glowing Ilis power how vast ! his thoughts how tongue!



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3 Oh may we live before thy face,

The willing subjects of thy grace, And through each path of duty move With filial awe and filial love!

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1 0 LORD! where'er thy people meet,

There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found,

And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For thou, within no walls confined,

Inhabitest the humble mind:
Such ever bring thee where they come,

And, going, take thee to their home. 3 With heavenly grace our souls endue;

Thy former mercies here renew;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim

The sweetness of thy saving name 4 Here may we prove the power of prayer

To strengthen faith and sweeten care;
To teach ou faint desires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes

2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign

Their empire o'er his anxious breast;
While, all around, the calm divine

Proclaims the holy day of rest. 8 Blest hour, when God himself draws

nigh, Well pleased his people's voice to hear, To bush the penitential sigh,

And wipe away the mourner's tear. i Blest hour! for, where the Lord resorts,

Foretastes of future bliss are given,
And mortals find his earthly courts
The house of God, the gate of heaven.


Be thou, O God! exalted high;
And, as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed,
Till thou art bere, as there. obeyed

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Morning or Evening.
1 As every day, thy mercy spares,

Will bring its trials or its cares,
(Father! till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend;
Teach me thy statutes all divine,

And let thy will be always mine. 2 When each day's scenes and labors close,

And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy, richly blest,
Guard me, my Father, while I rest;
And, as each morning sun shall rise,

Oh lead me onward to the skies ! 3 And at my life's last setting sun,

My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
Father, thine heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,

To see thy face and sing thy praise. 19.

Spiritual Needs. | I want the spirit of power within,

Of love and of a healthful mind, Of power to conquer every sin, or love to God and all mankind;

1 GREAT God, this sacred day of thine,

Demands the soul's collected powers •
With joy to thee we now resign
These solemn, consecrated hours :
() may our souls, adoring, own

The grace that calls us to thy throno 2 All-seeing God, thy piercing eye

Can every secret thought explore:
May worldly cares our bosoms fly,
And, where thou art, intrude no mom !
Oh may thy grace our spirits move,
And fix our minds on things above!


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The Sabbath.


Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart; 52.
And bid thy words, with life divine,

1 SAFELY through another week Engage the ear, and warm the heart:

God has brought us on our way. Then shall the day indeed be thine;

Let us now a blessing seek, Our souls shall then adoring own

Waiting in his courts to-day, The grace that calls us to thy throne.

Day of all the week the best,

Emblem of eternal rest.
The Gate of Heaven.
E. H. CHAPIN. 2 While we seek supplies of grace,

Through the dear Redeemer's name, 1 Our Father, -God! not face to face

Show thy reconciling face; May mortal sense commune with thee,

Take away our sin and shame: Nor lift the curtains of that place

From our worldly cares set free, Where dwells thy secret majesty.

May we rest this day in thee ! Yet wheresoe'er our spirits bend

3 llere we come thy name to praise, In reverent faith and humble prayer,

Let us feel thy presence near; Thy promised blessing will descend,

May thy glory meet our eyes, And we shall find thy spirit there.

While we in thy house appear' 2 Lord, be the spot, where now we meet,

Here afford us, Lord, a taste An open gateway into heaven;

Of our everlasting feast. Here may we sit at Jesus' feet,

4 May the gospel's joyful sound And feel our deepest sins forgiven.

Conquer sinners, comfort saints, Here may desponding care look up, Make the fruits of grace abound, And sorrow lay its burden down;

Bring relief from all complaints' Or learn of him to drink the cup,

Thus let all our sabbaths prove. To bear the cross, and win the crown. Till we join the Church above.

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Early will I seek thee." Ps. 63. Warts. | 2 Each moment of my life renews 1 Early, my God! without delay,

The mercies of my Lord;
I haste to seek thy face;

Each moment is itself a gift
My thirsty spirit faints away,

To bear me on to God.
Without thy cheering grace.

3 Oh help me break the galling chains 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,

This world has round me thircwn,
Beneath a burning sky,

Each passion of my heart subdlue,
Long for a cooling stream at hand; Each darling sin disown!
And they must drink or die.

4 O Father! kindle in my breast 3 Not life itself, with all its joys,

A never-dying flame
my best passions move,

Of holy love, of grateful trust
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,

In thine almighty name.
As thy forgiving love.
4 Thus, till my last expiring day, 55.

The Lord's Day.
I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,

1 When the worn spirit wants repose, And tune my lips to sing.

And sighs her God to seek,

How sweet to hail the evening's close 5-1.

That ends the weary week!
Invoking God's Aid. H. WARE, JR.
1 FATHER in heaven, to thee my heart 2 How sweet to hail the early dawn
Would lift itself in prayer:

That opens on the sight,
Drive from my soul each earthly thought, When first that soul-reviving morn
And show thy presence there.

Beams its new rays of light !


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