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4 Led by the light thy grace imparts,
Ne'er may we bow the knee
Set up instead of they.
Thy faithful people bless;
And heaven its happiness. 55
13th P. M. 10 10, 11 11. The heavenly Pattern,
And meekly agree to follow the Lamb;
There they behold thy mercy-seat;
5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. For a general blessing.
At thy feet we humbly bow
Thy people still are fed,
Hast all our fathers led -
Of their succeeding race.
Our wand'ring footsteps guide,
And all we need provide.
4 O spread thy cov'ring wings around,
Till all our wand'rings cease, And at our Father's loved abode,
Our souls arrive in peace. 5 Such blessings, from thy gracious hand,
Our humble prayers implore; And thou shalt be our chosen God, Our portion evermore.
L. M. The bond of love. PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord, for thee; Thy creatures bend the obedient knee,
And, humbly, now thy presence claim. 2 Eternal Source of truth and light,
To thee we look, on thee we call; Lord, we are nothing in thy sight,
But thou to us art all in all. 3 Still may thy children in thy word
Their common trust and refuge see; O, bind us to each other, Lord,
By one great bond, -the love of theo. 4 So shall our sun of hope arise,
With brighter still and brighter ray, Till thou shalt bless our longing eyes
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C. M. Divine guidance and safety. EFORE thy mercy-seat, O Lord, To ask the knowledge of thy word,
The guidance of thy hand.
Dwell richly in each heart;
We never may depart,
8 Lord, from thy word remove the seal,
Unfold its hidden store;
Its value more and more.
Beaming from every page;
Our inmost souls engage.
An everlasting rest.
Confession, prayer, and praise.
And hate what we deplore.
True penitence impart:
Beam peace into each heart.
O let our wills resign;
Which is not wholly thine. 4 And when with heart and voice we strive
Our grateful hymns to raise, Let love divine within us live,
And fill our souls with praise.
Thy mercies we'll review;
Thou, God, art' Father tool
A ransom for our souls hath found,
THOU, to whom, in ancient time,
The psalmist's sacred harp was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue :2 Not now on Zion's height alone
The favour'd worshipper may dwell, Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well. 3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the ferrent prayer, 1 The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there. 4 O thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The holy prophet's harp was strung;