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To God the Father's throne,
To God the Spirit praise :
ALL glory to th' eternal Three,
The Spirit ever blest ;
When time has sunk to rest.
FOR SOCIAL, FAMILY, AND PRIVATE WORSHIP.
Love to the Brethren. (s. M.)
1 BLEST be the tie that binds
Our hearts in christian love;
Is like to that above.
We pour our ardent pray’rs ;
Our comforts and our cares.
It gives us inward pain ;
And hope to meet again.
Our courage by the way;
And longs to see the day.
United Prayer. (L. M.)
The comfort of united pray’r:
And put the world beneath our feet.
Which now assembles us once more;
And serve thee with a thankful mind.
4 Teach us to love as christians ought,
Nor keep one proud, or angry thought;
Oh may we still be join'd in heart!
Our sins forgive, our wants supply;
Thou art our refuge in distress;
The Father of the fatherless.
To bear each other's burdens here,
And walk in all thy faith and fear. 3 Didst thou not give thy Son to die
For our transgressions, in our stead?
To those for whom thy Son hath bled ? 4 Then may our union, here begun,
Endure for ever, firm and free;
Jeremiah xiv, 3. (L.M.) 1 “CEASE thou from man,” O what to thee,
Can thy poor fellow mortals be?
Then, if my heart becomes aware
For leaning on a broken reed.
4 Go to that Friend, poor aching heart,
He knows how desolate thou art;
Luke xv, 18. (P. M.)
And bow in penitence beneath thy feet;
To sue for mercy, and to sing thy praise. 2 Oh! we would bless thee for thy ceaseless care,
And all thy work from day to day declare;
Does not thine arm encircle us around? 3 Alas! unworthy of thy boundless love,
Too oft our feet from thee, our Father, rove; But now, encourag'd by thy voice, we come,
Returning sinners, to a Father's home. 4 Oh! by that name, in whom all fulness dwells,
Oh! by that love, which ev'ry love excels,
For the solemn work of pray’r;
Breathing peace, and joy around.
3 Teach us, as we breathe our woes,
On thy promise to repose;
A Farewell Hymn. (s. M.)
To different climes repair ;
The friends of Jesus are.
In Jesu's work below;
To farther conquests go.
Where all our labours end.
Where saints and angels meet,
And all our brethren greet.
We shall with them be blest,
Evening Hymn. (c.m.)
And we, a humble band,
To bless thy fostring hand.
To praises weak as ours?
The song which meekness pours.