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3 O let thy grace perform its part,
May sinful passions cease;
Thine everlasting peace.
A flock by Jesus led;
In glory on our head.
Let us each with thankful heart,
Our united hymn of praise.
But we seek a brighter shore,
Proverbs xvi, 1. (L. M.)
A short release from all our care;
And breathe a more celestial air.
The coming hours of hallow'd rest.
From ev'ry burden that we bear,
Ere repose our spirits seal;
Thou canst save, and thou canst heal ;
Though the arrows past us fly.
We are safe, if thou art nigh!
Darkness cannot hide from thee;
Watchest where thy people be;
And our couch become our tomb,
Clad in light and deathless bloom.
Saturday Evening. (7's. sixes.)
Emblem of eternal rest.
Through the week our praise demand,
Only made returns of sin.
Peace to all that dwell therein;
Peace, the fruit of pardon'd sin;
Peace to worldly minds unknown ;
Peace that comes from God alone.
Fix in all our hearts thy home;
Let thy sacred kingdom come;
Give our favour'd souls to prove
In the realms of bliss above.
Walking with God. (c. m.)
A calm and heav'nly frame;
That leads me to the Lamb.
When first I saw the Lord ?
Of Jesus and his word ?
How sweet their mem'ry still;
The world can never fill!
Sweet messenger of rest!
And drove thee from my breast.
Whate'er that idol be,
And worship only thee!
6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
Psalm lxii, 5. (L.M.)
Tumultuous passions, all be still;
His ways are just, his counsels wise.
He executes his firm decrees;
That what he does is ever best.
Prostrate before his awful seat;
Where many round me blindly stray;
And will not let me miss my way.
And he reveals his love to me.
Whene'er my feeble spirit faints;
And yields no more to sad complaints.
A Morning Hymn. (7's. sixes.)
Christ, the true, the only light,
Day-star in my heart appear.
Unaccompanied by thee;
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief,
18“Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord.” (P.M.)
1 THOU art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has pass'd thro' its portals before thee,
And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro' the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave, we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may hope, since the sinless hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave, and its mansion forsaking,
Perhaps thy tried spirit in doubt linger'd long; But the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on thy waking, And the song which thou heard'st, was the seraphim's
song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave, but 'twere wrong to deplore
thee, When God was thy ransom, thy guardian, thy guide; He gave thee, and took thee, and soon will restore thee, Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath