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C.M.D. IN ev'ry place, at ev'ry hour
Tho' poor our worship be,
O Lord, we worship Thee:
And thoughts of death employ :
We worship Thee in joy.
As on Thy works we gaze;
We pause in mute amaze.
Each daily toil we prove;
We worship Thee in love. 3 When thunders roll, and whirlwinds fly,
We worship Thee in awe,
Thy mercy, power, and law.
Tho' poor our worship be,
O Lord, we worship Thee. 263. Is it well ? C.M. WHEN from the eye rolls down the tear,
And sighs the bosom swell ; Faith calms the Christian's anxious fear,
And tells him, All is well. 2 And in the churchyard's heaving sod,
In every parting knell,
Obedience hears the appointed rod,
And answers, All is well. 3 Then hope, to cheer the mourners pale,
And every doubt dispel,
And whispers, All is well. 4 While changeless love, with childlike trust,
Will on His promise dwell ;
Knows still, that All is well :
Conqueror o'er death and hell:
Feels sure, that All is well. 264. Mid-day.
AND now the sun's meridian beams
With darts of glittring gold.
Far brighter beams are Thine;
Those rays of love divine.
And God the Holy Ghost,
And from the angel-host. 265. Heb. XIII. 16. QUR gracious God imparts
The blessings we enjoy,
That gratitude may fill our hearts,
Some talent to improve,
When we our Lord shall meet!
Before His judgment seat.
The Gospel light diffuse ! 5 O Saviour, to us send
Thy Spirit's heavenly flame,
To praise Thy sacred name !
And join the angelic throng: For angels no such love have known
Tawake a cheerful song.
And peace on earth is given :
With messages from heaven.
His rising beams adorn ;
“ To us a child is born.”
4 Glory to God in highest strains,
In highest worlds be paid ;
And by our lives display'd. 267. Children's Hymn. REDEEMER, Lord of heaven!
In kindness hear our prayer ; And let Thy grace to us be given,
As we Thy power declare. 2 Thro' all our early days,
May we remember Thee :
Whilst vain pursuits we flee. 3 With “humbleness of mind,".
May we instruction learn :
Nor from its precepts turn. 4 With pleasure may we sing,
Whilst sojourning below, Hosanna to our risen King!
Whose mercies ever flow. 268. Psalm CXXXIII. P.M. HOW good, and how joyful, it is to be
- dwelling In bright bonds of unity, comfort, and love: The cares, from each other, of sorrow
dispelling; Enhancing the bliss that descends from
above. 2 'Tis like the rich ointment, that fell, gently
pouring, O'erspreading the raiment of Aaron of old:
Whilst sweet on the gale, its pure perfumes
were soaring. As th' oil in clear streams girt each long
circling fold. 3 'Tis like the soft dew, that from Hermon
His blessing :
dead! 4 May love, in our souls, be then ever
sing. 269. House of God. HOW sweet with in Thy holy place
With one accord to sing Thy grace, Besieging Thine attentive ear
With all the force of fervent pray'r. 2 Oh may we love the house of God,
Of peace and joy the blest abode !
That sacred peace, that holy joy ! 3 Lord, shower upon us from above
The sacred gift of mutual love;