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2 The seas, that roll with restless waves ;

The wood, that spreads it shady leaves ;
The field, whose bosom bears the grain ;

The yellow treasures of the plain : 3 The whole of these, and all I see, Ought to be sung, and sung by me, They speak their Maker as they can, But want and ask the aid of man. 195. Fourth Sunday in Lent. 6,8. O LORD of earth, of air, and sea !

The hungry ravens cry to Thee; On Thee Thy various creatures call, The common Father, kind to all : 1 Then grant Thy servants, Lord, we pray,

Our daily bread from day to day ! 2 The lions may with hunger pine ;

But, Lord, Thou carest still for Thine;
Thy bounteous hand with food can bless
Thy lone and barren wilderness :
And Thou hast taught our hearts to pray

For daily bread from day to day.
3 And while we travel faint and slow,

Thy pilgrims, through a vale of woe ;
Do Thou Thy gracious comfort give,
By which alone our souls can live:
And grant Thy servants, Lord, we pray,

The bread of life from day to day. 196. The living and the dead. L.M. WHERE are the dead ? In Heaven or Hell,

" Their disembodied spirits dwell ; Their buried forms in bonds of clay, Reserved until the judgment-day.

2 Who were the dead? The sons of time

In every age, and state, and clime,
Renown'd, dishonour'd, or forgot,

The place that knew them knows them not. 3 Where are the living ? On the the ground

Where prayer is heard, and mercy found ; Where, in the period of a span,

The mortal makes th' immortal man.
4 Who are the living ? They whose breath

Draws every moment nigh to death;
Of bliss, or woe, th' eternal heirs ;

Oh what an awful choice is theirs !
Ő Then timely warn'd may, we begin

To follow Christ, and flee from sin ;
Daily grow up in Him our Head,

Lord of the living and the dead. 197.

Praise. . 8,6. THOU God of pow'r and God of love,

Whose glory fills the realms above, Whose praise archangels sing, And veil their faces while they cry, - Thrice Holy" to their God most high ;

“ Thrice Holy” to their King. 2 Thee, as our God, we also claim ; And bless the Saviour's precious name,

Thro' whom this grace is giv'n; Who bore the curse to sinners due, Who form'd our ruin'd souls anew,

And made us heirs of heav'n. 3 The veil that hides Thy glory, rend; And here in saving pow'r descend,

And fix Thy blest abode ;

Here to each heart Thyself reveal,
And all who enter, cause to feel

The presence of our God. 198. Prayer for Missionaries. C.M. GREAT God, the nations of the earth u Are by creation Thine ; And in Thy works, by all beheld,

Thy radiant glories shine.
2 But, Lord, Thy greater love has sent

Thy Gospel to mankind,
Unveiling what rich stores of grace,

Are treasur'd in Thy mind. 3 Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread

The spacious earth around,
Till every tribe and every soul

Shall hear the joyful sound ?
4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt

To spread the Gospel's rays;
And build on sin's demolish'd throne

The temples of Thy praise. 199. Rock of Ages. SEVENS. ROCK of ages, cleft for me!

Let me hide myself in Thee !
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure ;

Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 2 Not the labour of my hands

Can fulfil Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,

All for sin could not atone;

Thou must save, and Thou alor 3 Nothing in my hand I bring,

Simply to Thy cross I cling ;
Naked, come to Thee for dress :
Helpless, look to Thee for grace
Foul, I to the fountain fly;

Wash me, Saviour, or I die ! 4 While I draw this fleeting breat

When my eyes are clos'd in dea
When I soar to worlds unknow
See Thee on Thy judgment the
Rock of ages, cleft for me!

Let me hide myself in Thee! 200. Christ dying, rising, reigni H dies ! the friend of sinners

Lo! Salem's daughters we A solemn darkness veils the sk

A sudden trembling shakes t Come, saints, and drop a tear o

For Him who groan'd beneath He shed a thousand drops for y

A thousand drops of richest i 2 Here's love and grief beyond di

The Lord of glory dies for m. But lo! what sudden joys we s

Jesus the dead revives again The rising God forsakes the to

Up to His Father's courts H Cherubic legions guard Him h

And shout Him welcome to 3 Break off your tears, ye saints,

How high our Great Deliver

Sing how He spoil'd the hosts of hell,

And led the monster, Death, in chains ! Say, Live for ever, wondrous King,

Born to redeem, and strong to save ; Then ask the monster, Where's thy sting?

And where's thy victory, boasting Grave? 201. Spread of the Gospel. SEVENS. COME, thou mighty King of kings,

Rise with healing in Thy wings ;
Bare Thine arm and ride on high,
Glorious in Thy majesty.
2 Thou hast mercy still in store

E'en for India's coral shore ;
Afric's sable sons shall know

Thou hast mercy to bestow.
3 Where th' impostor's* crescents wave,
Manifest Thy power to save ;
Plant Thy blood-stain'd banner, Lord,

Conquering by Thy Spirit's sword 4 Thus shall earth's extended frame

Swell the trophies of Thy name,
And redeemed souls confess,
“ Jesus is our righteousness."

THERE is a dwelling-house above,


Thither to meet the God of love
The poor in spirit go ;
There is a paradise of rest,
For contrite hearts and souls distress'd
Its streams of comfort flow.

* Mohammed.


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