1 THOU boundless Source of every good,
Our best desires fulfil:

Help us adore thy sovereign grace,
And mark thy sovereign will.

2 In all thy mercies may our souls
Thy bounteous goodness see;
Nor let the gifts thy grace imparts,
Estrange our hearts from thee.

3 Teach us in times of deep distress,
To own thy hand, O God;
And in submissive silence learn
The lessons of thy rod.

4 In every changing scene of life,
Whate'er that scene may be,

Give us a meek and humble mind,
A mind at peace with thee.

5 Do thou direct our souls aright;
Help us thy name to fear:

O, give us grace to watch and pray,
And strength to persevere.

6 Then may we close our eyes in death
Free from distracting care;

For death is life-and labour rest,

If thou art with us there.

C. M.

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"Fear not, for I am with thee."

1 How are thy servants blest, O Lord, How sure is their defence;

Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help, omnipotence.

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,

Through burning climes they pass unhurt,
And breathe in tainted air.

3 When by the dreadful tempest borne
High on the broken wave,

They know thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

4 The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to thy will;

The sea, that roars at thy command,
At thy command is still.

5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

I'll praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

6 My life, while thou preserv'st that life,
Thy sacrifice shall be;

And death, when death shall be my lot,

Shall join my soul to thee.

C. M.

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"Return unto thy rest, O my soul."

1 RETURN, my soul, and sweetly rest
On thy almighty Father's breast;
The bounties of his grace adore,
And count his wondrous mercies o'er.

2 Thy mercy, Lord, preserved my breath,
And snatched my fainting soul from death;
Removed my sorrows, dried my tears,
And saved me from surrounding snares.

3 What shall I render to the Lord,
Or how his wondrous grace record?
To him my grateful voice I'll raise,
With just thanksgiving to his praise.
4 0 Zion, in thy sacred courts,

Where glory dwells, and joy resorts,
To notes divine I'll tune the song,
And praise shall flow from every tongue.

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THE LORD'S DAY.

Auspicious Morn.

1 AWAKE, ye saints, awake!
And hail this sacred day:

In loftiest songs of praise
Your joyful homage pay;

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Come, bless the day that God hath blest,
The type of heaven's eternal rest.

2 On this auspicious morn

The Lord of life arose; He burst the bars of death,

And vanquished all our foes; And now he pleads our cause above, And reaps the fruit of all his love.

3 All hail, triumphant Lord!

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Heaven with hosannas rings, And earth, in humbler strains,

Thy praise responsive sings:

Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign.

"Peace be within thy Walls."

1 WITH joy we hail the sacred day
Which God has called his own;
With joy the summons we obey
To worship at his throne.

2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair!
Where willing votaries throng

To breathe the humble, fervent prayer,
And pour the choral song.

3 Spirit of grace, O, deign to dwell

Within thy church below;

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Make her in holiness excel,

With pure devotion glow.

4 Let peace within her walls be found;
Let all her sons unite,

To spread with grateful zeal around
Her clear and shining light.

5 Great God, we hail the sacred day
Which thou hast called thine own;
With joy the summons we obey
To worship at thy throne.

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"The Lord is Risen."

1 JESUS CHRIST is risen to-day,

Our triumphant holiday;

Who did once upon the cross
Suffer to redeem our loss.

2 Hymns of praise, then, let us sing
Unto Christ, our heavenly King;
Who endured the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.

3 But the pains which he endured,
Our salvation have procured;
Now above the sky he's King,
Where the angels ever sing.