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1 How are Thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defence 1
Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.

2 From all my griefs and straits, O Lord!
Thy mercy sets me free;
Whilst in the confidence of prayer
My heart takes hold on Thee.

3 In midst of dangers, fears, and death,
Thy goodness I'll adore;
And praise Thee for Thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

4 My life, while Thou preserv'st my life,
Thy sacrifice shall be;
And O, may death, when death shall come,
Unite my soul to Thee!

Joseph Addison. 1728. a.

S5 C. M.
1 My God, my only Help and Hope,
My strong and sure %.
For all my safety and my peace
I bless Thy Providence.

2 The daily favors of my God .
I cannot sing at large:
Yet let me make this holy boast,
I am the Almighty's charge.

3 Lord, in the day Thou art about
The paths wherein I tread;
And in the night, when I lie down,
Thou art about my bed,

4 Naked I came into the world,
And nothing with me brought;
And nothing have I here deserved,
Yet have I lackèd nought.

5 I do not bless my laboring hand,
My laboring head, or chance;
Thy Providence, most gracious God,
Is mine inheritance.
John Mason. 1683.

86 C. M. 1 LoRD, what is man, that child of pride, That boasts his high degree? If one poor moment he be left, He sinks, and where is he?

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3 From Thee I am, through Thee I am,
And for Thee I must be;
'Twere better for me not to live,
Than not to live to Thee.

4 My God, Thou art my glorious Sun,
By whose bright beams I shine:
As Thou, Lord, ever art with me,
Let me be ever Thine.
5 Thou art my living Fountain, Lord,
Whose streams on me do flow;
Myself I render unto Thee.
To whom myself I owe.
6 As Thou, Lord, an immortal soul
Hast breathed into me;
So let my soul be breathing forth
Immortal thanks to Thee. ,
John Mason. 1683.

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C. M.
SHINE on our souls, eternal God!
With rays of beauty shine:
0 let Thy favor crown our days,
And all their round be Thine.

Did we not raise our hands to Thee,
Our hands might toil in vain:

Small joy success itself could give,
If Thou Thy Love restrain.

'Tis ours the furrows to prepare,
And sow the precious grain;

'Tis Thine to give the sun and air,
And to command the rain.

With Thee let every week begin,
With Thee each day be spent,

For Thee each fleeting hour improved,
Since each by Thee is lent.

Thus cheer us through this toilsome road,
Till all our labors cease;

And heaven refresh our weary souls
With everlasting peace.

Philip Doddridge. 1655. a.

C. M.

O God of Jacob, by whose hand

Thy |. still are fed;
Who, through this weary pilgrimage,

Hast all our fathers led !
To Thee our humble vows we raise,

To Thee address our prayer;
And in Thy kind and faithful breast

Deposit all our care.

Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;

Give us by day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

4 O spread Thy covering wings around,
ill all our wanderings cease;
And at our Father's loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace.

5 To Thee, as to our covenant God,
We'll our whole selves resign;
And thankful own, that all we are,
And all we have, is Thine.

Doddridge. 1755. a.

89 C. M. 1 AND art Thou with us, gracious Lord, To dissipate our fear? Dost Thou proclaim Thyself our God, Our God forever near 2

2 Doth Thy right hand, which formed the earth,
And bears up all the skies,
Stretch from on high its friendly aid,
When dangers round us rise?

3 And wilt Thou lead our weary souls
To that delightful scene,
Where rivers of salvation flow
Through pastures ever green 2

4. On Thy support our souls shall lean,
And banish every care;
The gloomy vale of death shall smile,
If God be with us there.

5 While we His gracious succour prove,
'Midst all our various ways,
The darkest shades through which we pass
Shall echo with His praise.

Doddridge. 1755.

THE MINISTRY OF ANGELS. 90 Christe, qui sedes Olympo. 10, 11.

1 - O Logo are the strains of the angels of light,
Who praise Him that reigns in glory and might:
May we too, combining our own feeble lays,
Now please him by joining their chorus of praise.

2 Blest spirits of light, how fair their abode
They stand in the height before our great God;
Forevermore sharing His counsels of love,
His people preparing for regions above.

3 When sickness assails, they save us from fear: When breath of life fails they still hover near; And so when, life ended, our spirits take flight, By them we’re attended to mansions of light.

4 O praise Him who gave the Son of His Love;
And Him who to save came down from above;
And let equal praises the Spirit extol,
Who comforts and raises and strengthens the soul.
John Chandler. 1841. a.

91 Tibi, Christe, Splendor Patris. 8, 7, 7.

1 JESUs, Brightness of the Father,
Life and Strength of all who live!
In the presence of the angels,
Glory to Thy name we give:
And Thy wondrous praise rehearse,
Singing in harmonious verse.

2 Blessed Lord, by their protection,
Shelter us from harm this day:
Keep us pure in flesh and spirit;
Save us from the enemy:
And vouchsafe us, by Thy grace,
In Thy paradise a place.

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