READ Jehovah! God of nations!

From Thy temple in the skies,
Lear Thy people's supplications
Now for their deliverance rise.
o! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at Thy feet we bend;
'asting, praying, weeping, mourning,
Hear us, spare us, and defend.

Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Chou hast mercy more abounding;
Jesu's blood can cleanse them all:
Let that mercy veil transgression,
Let that blood our guilt efface;
Save Thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil Thy holy place.

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LORD of the wide, extended main,

Whose power the wind, the sea, 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 climes Thy works explore,
And see Thy wonders in the deep.

8 'Tis here Thine unknown paths we trace,
Which dark to human eyes appear;
While through the mighty waves 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 to' adore,
Thine everlasting truth we prove;
Amazing heights of boundless power,
Unfathomable depths of love.

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1 TNFINITE God, Thy greatness spanned

Thy meted out the skies;

Lo! in the hollow of Thy hand
The measured waters sink and rise!

2 Thee to perfection who can tell!
Earth and her sons beneath Thee lie,
Lighter than dust within Thy scale,
And less than nothing in Thine eye.
8 Yet, in Thy Son, divinely great,
We claim Thy providential care;
Boldly we stand before Thy seat,
Our Advocate hath placed us there.
4 With Him we are gone up on high,
Since He is ours, and we are His;
With Him we reign above the sky,
We walk upon our subject seas.

5 We boast of our recovered 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!

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GLORY to Thee, whose powerful word

Bids the tempestuous wind 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 them 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 the soul, when God is nigh.

4 Headlong we cleave the yawning deep,
And back to highest heaven are borne,
Unmoved, though rapid whirlwinds sweep,
And all the watery world upturn.

5 Roar on, ye waves! our 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!

4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays;

Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.
5 Author and Guardian of my life,
Sweet Source of light Divine;
And, all harmonious names in one,
My Saviour! Thou art mine!

6 What thanks I owe Thee, and what love A boundless, endless store,

Shall echo through the realms above,
When time shall be no more.

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PRIVATE WORSHIP.

FATHER of Jesus Christ, my Lord,

I humbly seek Thy face;
Encouraged by the Saviour's word
To ask Thy pardoning grace.

2 Entering into my closet, I
The busy world exclude;
In secret prayer for mercy_cry,
And groan to be renewed.

8 Far from the paths of men, to Thee I solemnly retire:

See, Thou who dost in secret see,
And grant my heart's desire.

4 Thy grace I languish to receive,
The Spirit of love and power;
Blameless before Thy face to live,
To live and sin no more.

5 Fain would I all Thy goodness feel,
And know my sins forgiven;
And do on earth Thy perfect will,
As angels do in heaven.

6 O Father, glorify Thy Son,

And grant what I require:

For Jesu's sake the Gift send down,
And answer me by Fire.

7 Kindle the flame of love within,
Which may to heaven ascend;
And now the work of grace begin,
Which shall in glory end.

fears,

My soul enlarged, and dried my tears,
What can I do, O Love Divine,
What, to repay such gifts as Thine?

2 What can I do, so poor, so weak,
But from Thy hands new blessings seek!
A heart to feel Thy mercies more,
A soul to know Thee, and adore?
3 O teach me at Thy feet to fall,
And yield Thee up myself, my all!
Before Thy saints my debt to own,
And live and die to Thee alone!

4 Thy Spirit, Lord, at large impart;
Expand, and raise, and fill my heart:
So may I hope my life shall be
Some faint return, O Lord, to Thee.

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ATHER, I know that all my life
Is

The changes that will surely come
I do not fear to see;

I ask Thee for a present mind,
Intent on pleasing Thee.

2 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And wipe the weeping eyes;
A heart at leisure from itself,

To soothe and sympathize.

3 I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,

That seeks for some great thing to do.
Or secret thing to know;
I would be treated as a child,

And guided where I go.

4 Wherever in the world I am,
In whatsoe'er estate,

I have a fellowship with hearts
To keep and cultivate;

A work of lowly love to do

For Him on whom I wait.

5 I ask Thee for the daily strength,
To none that ask denied,

A mind to blend with outward life.
While keeping at Thy side:
Content to fill a little space,
If Thou be glorified.

Preaching the Gospel.

ORTH in Thy strength, O Lord, I go,
Thy gospel to proclaim,

Thine only righteousness to show,
And glorify Thy name.

Ordained I am, and sent by Thee,
As by the Father Thou:

And lo! Thou always art with me,-
I plead the promise now.

O give me now to speak the Word
In this appointed hour!
Attend it with Thy Spirit, Lord,
And let it come with power.

Open the hearts of all that hear,
To make their Saviour room,
Now let them find redemption near,
Let faith by hearing come.

Give them to hear the word as Thine
And (while they thus receive)
Prove it the saving power Divine
To sinners that believe.

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BOWLY.

2 Though we pass through tribulation, All will be well;

Ours is such a full salvation,
All, all is well!

Happy, still in God confiding,
Fruitful, if in Christ abiding,
Holy, through the Spirit's guiding;
All must be well

8 We expect a bright to-morrow,
All will be well;

Faith can sing through days of sorrow,
All, all is well!

On our Father's love relying,
Jesus every need supplying,
Or in living, or in dying,
All must be well!

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1 HERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast-
"Tis found above-in heaven.

2 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven,-
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear-but heaven.

3 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene-in heaven.

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American Variations. 1012 BROTHER, thou art gone before us;

Where thy saintly soul is flown, Tears are wiped away for ever,

And all sorrow is unknown;

From the burden of the body,

From all care and fear released,

Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.

2 O'er the toilsome way thou'st travelled
And endured the heavy load;

Christ hath brought thy footsteps languid, Safely to His blest abode.

Thou art resting now, like Lazarus

Safe upon his father's breast,

Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.

8 Sin no more can taint thy spirit,

Nor can doubt thy faith assail; Thou thy welcome hast received, Now thy strength shall never fail; And thou'rt sure to meet the holy, Whom on earth thou loved'st best, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest.

1 A BIDE with me! fast falls the even

Atide:

The darkness deepens: Lord, with me abide!

When other helpers fail, and comforts f Help of the helpless, O abide with m

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass

away;

Change and decay in all around I see:

O Thou, who changest not, abide with me!

3 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word; But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord,

Familiar, condescending, patient, free, Come, not to sojourn, but abide, with me! 4 Come not in terrors, as the King of kings, But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings;

Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea; Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me!

5 I need Thy presence every passing hour,What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?

Who like Thyself my Guide and stay can be?

Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!

6 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless, Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness: Where is Death's sting? where, Grave, thy victory?

I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

7 Hold, then, Thy cross before my closing eyes!

Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies!

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee:

In life, and death, O Lord, abide with me!

What shall I be? these tears,-they dim my sight,

I cannot catch the blissful vision right.

2 What shall I be, Lord, when Thy radiant glory,

As from the grave I rise, encircles me;

8 What shall I be, when days of griet afk ended,

From earthly fetters set for ever free; When from the harps of saints and angl blended,

I hear the burst of joyful melody? What shall I be, when risen from the dad Sin, death, and hell, I never more dread!

4 Yes! faith can never know the full sa tion,

Which Jesus for His people will prepa Then will I wait in peaceful expectation Till the Good Shepherd comes to ta me there.

My Lord, my God, a blissful end I see, Though now I know not what I yet sh be!

C. WESLEY.

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MATHER, live, by all things feared;
the Son, alike revered:

Equally be Thou adored,
Holy Ghost, eternal Lord.

2 Three in person, One in power,
Thee we worship evermore:
Praise by all to Thee be given,
Endless theme of earth and heaven.

ANTHEMS.

LUKE XV.

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WILL arise, and go to my Father, and

me,

What eye hath never seen, my eyes shall see?

What shall I be? Ah, blessed and sublime Is the dim prospect of that glorious time! 238

ned against heaven, and before Thee, And am no more worthy to be called Thy

son.

I will arise and go to my Father.