4 Led by the light thy grace imparts,

Ne'er may we bow the knee
To idols, which our wayward hearts

Set up instead of they.
5 So shall thy choicest gifts, O Lord,

Thy faithful people bless;
For them shall earth its stores afford,

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And meekly agree to follow the Lamb;
To trace thy example, the world to disdain,
And constantly trample on pleasure and pain.
9 0) what shall we do our Saviour to love!
To make us anew, come, Lord, from above :
The fruit of thy passion, thy holiness give;
Give is the salvation of all that believe.
30 Jesus ! appear; no longer delay,
To sanctify here, and bear us away;
The end of our meeting on earth let us see
Triumphantly sitting in glory with thee.
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Jesus everywhere present,

There they behold thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found,
And every place is hallow'd ground.
2 For thon, within no walls confined,
Dost dwell with those of humble mind;
Such ever bring thee where they come,
And, going, take thee to their home.
3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few,
Thy former mereies here renew;
Here, to our waiting hearts, proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name,

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5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. For a general blessing.

At thy feet we humbly bow
0, do not our suit disdain ;
Shall we seek thee, Loril, in vain!
? Lord, on thee our souls depend;
In compassion now descend;
Fill our hearts with thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing thy praise.
3 Send some message from thy word,
That may joy and peace afford;
Let thy Spirit now impart
Full salvation to each heart.
4 Comfort those who weep and mourn;
Let the time of joy return;
Those that are cast down lift up;
Make them strong in faith and hope.
5 Grant that all may seek and find
Thee, a gracious God and kind :
Heal the sick, the captive free;
Let us all rejoice in thee.
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The God of Bethel,
O band

Thy people still are fed,
Who, through this weary pilgrimage

Hast all our fathers led -
2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present,
Before thy throne of grace:
God of our fathers ! be the Gud

Of their succeeding race.
3 Throngh each perplexing path of life

Our wand'ring footsteps guide,
Give us each day our daily bread,

And all we need provide.

8 Lord, from thy word remove the seal,

Unfold its hidden store;
And as we hear, 0 may we feel

Its value more and more.
4 Help us to see the Saviour's love

Beaming from every page;
And let the thoughts of joys above

Our inmost souls engage.
5 Thus while thy word our footsteps guides,
Shall we be truly blest;
And safe arrive where love provides

An everlasting rest.

C. M.

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Confession, prayer, and praise. LORnd' when the tem poruke

ORD! when we bend before thy throne, , O may we feel the sins we own,

And hate what we deplore.
2 Our contrite spirits pitying see;

True penitence impart:
And let a healing ray from thee

Beam peace into each heart.
8 When we disclose our wants in prayer,

O let our wills resign;
And not a thought our bosom share,

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.
5 Then, on thy glories while we dwell,

Thy mercies we'll review;
With love divine, transported, tell

Thou, God, art' Father tool

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Grace, pardon, life.
FATHER of heaven, whose love profound

for our ,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy pard’ning love extend.
2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word,
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy saving gråco extend.
3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath
The soul is raised from sin and death,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy quick’ning power extend.
4 Jehovah ! Father, Spirit, Son,
Mysterious Godhead i Three in One!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend.
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L. M. True worship everythere accepted. ()

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 gratetul song, the fervent 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;
To thee, at last, in every clime,
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.