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O let thy gracious presence still

With every soul remain.
3 Thus let us all in Christ be onc,

Bound with the cords of love,
Till we, around thy glorious throne,
Shall joyous meet above.

HYMN 219, P. M.

The Sun of Righteousness. 1 HRIST whose glory fills the skies,

Christ the true, the only light, Sun of Righteousness, arise,

Triumph o'er the shades of night: Day-spring from on high, be near;, in my heart appear. 2 Dark and cheerless, is the morn,

Unaccompanied by thee; Joyless is the day's return,

Till thy mercy's beams I see; Till the inward light impart,

Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 3 Visit then, this soul of mine,

Pierce this soul of sin and grief;
Fill me, Radiancy Divine!

Scatter all iny unbelief;
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

HYMN 220. C. M.

Preaching the Gospel. 1 NORTH in thy strength, O Lord, I go,

Forny gospel 70 proclaim

Thine only righteousness to show,

And glorify thy name.
2 Ordained I a.n, and sent by thee,

As by the Father thou;
And lo! thou always art with me

I plead thy promised vow.
3 O give me now to speak thy word

In this appointed hour!
ttend it with thy spirit, Lord,
And let it come with power,


4. Open the hearts of all that hear,

To make their Saviour room, Now let them find redemption near,

Let faith by hearing come. 5 Give them to hear the word as thine,

And, while they this receive,
Prove it the saving power divine
To sinners that believe.

HYMN 221. P. M.
AUGHTER of Zion! awake from thy sad-

ness, Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; Bright o'er thy hills dawns the Day-star of glad


Arise, for the night of thy sorrows is o'er. 2 Strong were thy foes; but the arm that subdued

them, And scatter'd their legions, was mightier far: They fled like the chaff from tho scourge that

pursued them: How vain were their steeds and their chariots

of war. 3 Daughter of Zion! the power that hath saved

thee, Extoll'd with the harp and the timbrel shall be: Shout! for ihe foe is destroy'd that enslav'd thee, The oppressor is vanquish'd, and Zion is free.

HYMN 222. P. M.

In deep fliction. 1 NULL of trembling expectation,

Feeling much, and doubting more, Mighty God of my salvation

I thy timely aid implore. sufring Sor of man be near ine,

All my sufierings to sustain; By thy sorer griefs to cheer me,

By thy more than mortal pain.
2 Cal to mind that inknown anguish,

In thy days of desh below,
When ihy troubled sou dia languish,

Under a whole world of woe;

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When thou didst our cause inherit,

Groan beneath our guilty load, Burden'd with a wounded spirit,

Bruised with all the wrath of God 3 By thy most severe temptation,

In that dark, satanic hour; By thy last mysterious passion,

Screen me from the adverse power: By thy fainting in ihe garden,

By ihe bloody sweat, I pray, Write upon my heart the pardon,

Take my sins and fears away. 4 By the travail of thy spirit,

By thine outcry on the tree,
By thine agonizing merit,

In thy pangs remember me !
By thy death I thee conjure,

A weak, dying soul befriend,
Make me patient to endure,

Make ine faithful to thu end.

HYMN 223, P. M.

For Faith in God. 1 MIVE me the faith which can remove

And sink the mountain to a plain; Give me the child-like praying love,

Which longs to built iny house again. Thy love, let it my heart o'erpower,

Aud all my simple soul devonr!
2 I would the precious time redeem,

And longer live for this alone,
To spend and to be spent, for them

Who have not yet my Saviour known;
Fully on these my mission prove,

And only breathe, to breathe thy love. 3 My talents, gifts, and graces, Lord,

Into thy blessed hands receive,
And let me live to preach thy word,

And let me to thy glory live;

y every sacre:l moment spend, 131 publishing the simuer's friend.


4 Enlarge, inflame, and fill my heart,

With boundless charity divine :
So shall I all my strength exert,

And love them with a zeal like thine;
And lead them to thy open side
The sheep for whom the shepherd died.

HYMN 224. L. M.

The Mariner's Prayer. 1 LO

ORD of the wide extended main,

Whose power the winds and seas controls, Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain,

Whose spirit leads believing souls. 2 For thee we leave our native shore,

(We, whom thy love delights to keep,) In other worlds thy works explore,

And see thy wonders in the deep. 3 'Tis here thine unknown paths we trace,

Which dark to human eye appear; While through the mighty wavra we pass,

Faith only sees that God is here. 4 Throughout the deep thy footsteps shine;

We own thy way is in the sea, O'erawed by majesty divine,

And lost in thy immensity! 5 Thy wisdom here we learn t'adore,

Thine everlasting truth we prove: Amazing height of boundless power;

Uanfathomable de plh of love. 6 Infinite God, thy greatness spanned,

These heavens, and meted out the skics Lo! in the hollow of thine hand,

The measured waters sink and rise. 7 Thee to perfection who can tell?

Earth, and her sons bencath thee lie, Lighter than dust within thy scale,

And less than nothing in thine eye. 8 Yet in thy Son, divincly great,

We claim thy providential care; Boldly we stand before thy seat

Our advocate has placed us inere

9 With slim we are gone up on high,

Since he is ours, and we are his; With Hian we reign above the sky,

Yet walk upon our subject seas. 10 We boast of our recover'd powers;

Lords are we of the lands, and floods; And earth, and heaven, and all is ours, And we are Christ's, and Christ is God's.

HYMN 225. L. M.
The Mariner's Song of Deliverance.
IGLORY to thee, whose powerful word,

Bids the tempestuous winds arise-
Glory to thee, the sovereign Lord

Of air, and earth, and seas, and skies! 2 Let air, and earth, and skies obey,

And seas thine awful will perform;
From thein we learn to own thy sway,

And shout to meet the gathering storm. 3 What though the floods lift up their voice,

Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry;
They cannot damp thy children's joys,

Or shake thy soul, when God is nigh. 4 Headlong we cleave the yawning deep,

And back to highest heaven are borne, Unmoved, thougi rapid whirlwinds sweep;

And all the watery world upturn. 5 Roar on, ye waves, onr souls defy

Your roaring to disturb our rest,
In vain to impair the calm ye try-

The calm in a believer's breast.
6 Rage, while our faith the Saviour tries,

Thou sea, the servant of his will:
Rise, while our God permits thee, rise;

But fall when He shall say, Be still!

HYMN 226. L. M. 1 TTOW dreadful is the sinner's fate,

HI Who wakes to sicep no more,

Who knocks and calls, alas. 100 late,
Wrath liath shut the door!

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