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4 To thee we look, to thee we bow;
On thee for help we call;
Our life and resurrection thou;
Our hope, our joy, our all.

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John xiv, 6. (C. M.)

1 THOU art the way! to thee alone
From sin and death we flee;

And he, who would the Father seek,
Must seek him, Lord, in thee.

2 Thou art the truth! thy word alone True wisdom can impart;

Thou only canst instruct the mind,
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the life! the empty tomb
Proclaims thy conqu❜ring arm;
And those who put their trust in thee,
Nor death, nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the way, the truth, the life; Grant us to know that way,

That truth to keep, that life to win,
Which lead to endless day.

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Psalm 1xxiii, 26. (c. M.)

1 O LORD! I would delight in thee,

And on thy care depend;

To thee in every trouble flee,-
My best, my only friend.

2 When all created streams are dried,
Thy fulness is the same;
May I with this be satisfied,
And glory in thy name!

3 No good in creatures can be found,
But may be found in thee;

I must have all things and abound,
While God is God to me.

4 O Lord! I cast my care on thee;
I triumph and adore ;

Henceforth my great concern shall be,
To love and please thee more.

72

Matthew xviii, 20. (L. M.)

1 JESUS! where'er thy people meet,
There they behold thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found,
And ev'ry place is hallow'd ground.

2 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few,
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim,
The sweetness of thy saving name.

3 Here may we prove the pow'r of pray'r,
To strengthen faith and sweeten care;
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heav'n before our eyes.

4 Lord, we are few, but thou art near,
Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear;
O rend the heav'ns, come quickly down,
And make a thousand hearts thine own!

73

Revelation xxii, 20. (P.M.)
1 FLY ye seasons, fly still faster!
Let the glorious day come on,
When we shall behold our Master,
Seated on his heav'nly throne :
When the Saviour

Shall descend to claim his own.

2 What is earth, with all its treasures
To the joy the gospel brings?
Well may we resign its pleasures,
Jesus gives us better things:
All his people

Draw from heav'n's eternal springs.

3 But if here we taste of pleasure,
What will heav'n itself afford?

There our joy will know no measure,
There we shall behold our Lord!
There his people

Shall obtain their bright reward.

4 Fly ye seasons, fly still faster,
Swiftly bring the glorious day;
Jesus, come, our Lord, our Master,
Come from heav'n without delay:
Take thy people,

Take, O take them hence away!

74

Romans v, 5. (c. M.)

1 COME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs; Kindle a flame of sacred love,

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look how we grovel here below;
Fond of these trifling toys!
Our souls can neither fly nor go,
To reach eternal joys!

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise:
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4 Forbid it, Lord, that this should be
Through life our feeble state;
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great.

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs:
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

75 Romans viii, 15—17. (7's double.)

1 BLESSED are the sons of God,

They are bought with Christ's own blood; They are ransom'd from the grave,

Life eternal they shall have:

All their sins are wash'd away,
They shall stand in God's great day :
With them number'd may we be,
Here, and in eternity!

2 They produce the fruits of grace,
In the works of righteousness;
They are lights upon the earth,
Children of an heav'nly birth;
One with God, with Jesus one,
Glory is in them begun;
With them number'd may we be,
Here, and in eternity.

3 Though they suffer much on earth,
Strangers quite to this world's mirth;
Yet they have an inward joy,
Pleasures that can never cloy;
They alone are truly blest,

Heirs of God, joint heirs with Christ;
With them number'd may we be,
Here, and in eternity!

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Psalm xxxvii, 23. (L. M.)

1 WHILE passing through the wilderness, Full of temptations and distress,

What comfort does the thought afford, "Our steps are order'd by the Lord!" 2 Though disappointments oft abound, And sorrows may our steps surround, We gain relief from this sweet word, "Our steps are order'd by the Lord!"

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