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When I with curious eyes survey,.

When I with pleasing wonder stand,

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When Jesus Christ was here below,

When present sufferings pain our hearts,

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When overwhelmed with grief,.

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When to the house of God we go,.

When storms hang o'er the Christian's head,.

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Why sinks my weak, desponding mind,
Why do we waste on trifling cares,.
Within these walls be peace,

With songs and honors sounding loud,.
Zion, awake! thy strength renew,

While thee I seek, protecting Power,

While through this changing world,...
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While shepherds watched their flocks by night,

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HYMNS.

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PUBLIC WORSHIP.

C. M.
Commencing Hymns.

To Thee, whose temple is all space;
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies;
One chorus let all beings raise,
All nature's incense rise.

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L. M.

BE thou, O God, exalted high;
And, as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed,
Till thou art here, as there, obeyed.

S. M.

To God, the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,

Let all who dwell below the skies

Their grateful praises sing.

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C. M.
Morning

1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes my waking eyes;

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To Him who rules the skies.

2 Night unto night his name repeats;
The day renews the sound,

Wide as the heaven on which he sits
To turn the seasons round.

3 O God, let all my hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the light;

Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasant night.

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Sabbath Morning.

1 WELCOME, Welcome, quiet morning;
Welcome is this holy day;

Now the Sabbath morn, returning,
Says a week has passed away.
2 Let me think how time is passing:
Soon the longest life departs!
Nothing human is abiding,

Save the love of humble hearts.

3 Love to God and to our neighbor
Makes our purest happiness;
Vain the wish, the care, the labor,
Earth's poor trifles to possess.

4 Swift my life's vain dreams are passing: Like the startled dove they fly,

Or the clouds each other chasing
Over yonder quiet sky.

5 Father, now one prayer I raise thee;
Give an humble, grateful heart;
Never let me cease to praise thee,—
Never from thy fear depart.

6 Then, when years are gathered o'er me, And the world is sunk in shade, Heaven's bright realm will rise before me; There my treasure will be laid.

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H. M.

Sabbath Morning.

1 WELCOME, delightful morn,

Thou day of sacred rest;

I hail thy kind return:

Lord, make these moments blest.
From low delights, and mortal toys,
I soar to reach immortal joys.

2 Now may the King descend,

And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,

While saints address thy face:

Let sinners feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

3 Descend, celestial Dove,

With all thy quickening powers;
Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless these sacred hours:
Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain.

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