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1 SHINE on our souls, eternal God!
With rays of beauty shine:

O let Thy favor crown our days,

And all their round be Thine.

2 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.

3 'Tis ours the furrows to prepare,
And sow the precious grain;
'Tis Thine to give the sun and air,
And to command the rain.

C. M.

4 With Thee let every week begin,
With Thee each day be spent,
For Thee each fleeting hour improved,
Since each by Thee is lent.

5 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.

10 GOD of Jacob, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed;

Who, through this weary pilgrimage,
Hast all our fathers led!

2 To Thee our humble vows we raise,
To Thee address our prayer;
And in Thy kind and faithful breast
Deposit all our care.

C. M.

3 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us by day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

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4 O spread Thy covering wings around,
Till 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.

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 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?

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.

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THE MINISTRY OF ANGELS.

Christe, qui sedes Olympo. 10, 11.

10 LORD 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 0 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.

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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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3 Glory to the almighty Father,
Let our voices now repeat;
Glory to the great Redeemer:
Glory to the Paraclete;
Three in One, and One in Three,
Throughout all eternity.

Edward Caswall. 1848. a.
Tr. Rabanus Morus. d. 856.

10s. 1 STARS of the morning, so gloriously bright, Filled with celestial resplendence and light; These that, where night never followeth day, Raise the "Thrice holy, Lord!" ever and aye: 2 These are Thy counsellors; these dost Thou own, Lord God of Sabaoth! nearest Thy throne. These are Thy ministers; these dost Thou send, Help of the helpless ones! man to defend.

3 Still let them succor us; still let them fight,
Lord of angelic hosts! battling for right:
Till, where their anthems they ceaselessly pour,
We with the angels may bow and adore.
John Mason Neale. 1862. a.

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Tr. Joseph of the Studium. ab. 850.

SIN AND REDEMPTION.

1 BURIED in shadows of the night,
We lie till Christ restores the light;
Wisdom descends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.

2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,
Till His atoning Blood appears:
Then we awake from deep distress,

L. M.

And sing, "The Lord our Righteousness."

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3 Our very frame is mixed with sin;
His Spirit makes our natures clean;
Such virtues from His sufferings flow,
At once to cleanse and pardon too.
4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,
Binding his slaves in heavy chains:
He sets the prisoners free, and breaks
The iron bondage from their necks.
5 Poor helpless worms in Thee possess
Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness;
Thou art our mighty All, and we

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Give our whole selves, O Lord, to Thee.
Watts. 1709.

1 How helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!

The heart unchanged can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 Can aught beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue?

'Tis Thine, Almighty Saviour, Thine
To form the heart anew.

3 'Tis Thine the passions to recall,
And upwards bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darkened eyes.

4 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live,

A beam of heaven, a vital ray
'Tis Thine alone to give.

C. M.

50 change these wretched hearts of ours,
And give them life divine!

Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be Thine.

Anne Steele. 1780

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