With pitying eye behold our need,
As thus we lift our prayer,-
Correct us with Thy judgments, Lord,
Then let Thy mercy spare.'
'That glory may dwell in our land.'
1 0 THOU, in whom are all our springs,
Great Lord of nations, King of kings,
We give Thee thanks for what Thy hand
Has done for our beloved land:
The oppressor's rod, the scourge of war
From us Thou hast removed afar,
And hast our favoured country blest
With righteous laws and homes of rest.
2 We bless Thee for Thy will revealed,
And for Thy grace in Christ unsealed,
And for the means by which that
May find in us a dwelling-place.
Lord, we beseech Thee, bless us still!
Our commerce aid, our garners fill;
Our freedom guard, our homes defend,
And every needful blessing send.
3 But, more than all, we ask Thee, Lord,
To grant Thy Spirit with Thy word,
That it may reach the inward parts,
And stamp Thine image on our hearts;
Then shall we to earth's utmost end
The glorious gospel grateful send,
Till all the nations, bond and free,
Are one in Christ, and one with Thee.
"These see the works of the Lord, and His wonders in the deep.'
1 ETERNAL FATHER, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
O hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea!
2 O CHRIST, whose voice the waters heard
And hushed their raging at Thy word,
Who walkedst on the foaming deep,
And calm amid the storm didst sleep;
O hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea!
3 O HOLY SPIRIT, who didst brood
Upon the waters dark and rude,
And bid their angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace;
O hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea!
4 O TRINITY of love and power,
Our brethren shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea!
C. M. 'Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them.'
1 By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon's dewy rose!
2 Lo! such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.
3 By cool Siloam's shady rill
The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.
4 0 Thou who givest life and breath,
We seek Thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still Thine own.
'The promise is unto you, and to your
children.'
1 FATHER, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Bless the young before Thee:
Thou their wants and dangers know'st;
Watch them, we implore Thee.
Here they stand,
Hopeful band,
Want and sin confessing,
Waiting for Thy blessing.
2 Gentle Saviour, make them Thine,
Thou wilt never lose them;
May Thy life and love divine
Melt their tender bosom.
Lord, we pray
That they may
All like Thee be holy,
Loving, meek, and lowly.
3 Giver Thou of gifts to all,
No good thing deny them;
Hear, O hear our earnest call,
Life and light supply them.
Make them new,
Keep them true,
All that stand before Thee;
Bless them, we implore Thee.
Praise our God, all ye His servants, and ye
that fear Him, both small and great!'
ABOVE the clear blue sky,
Beyond our feeble sight,
The God of glory dwells on high,
In everlasting light.
Around His glorious throne
The holy angels stand;
In songs of praise their King they own,
Or fly at His command.
2 And we may praise Him too,
And serve Him here below;
He stoops to mark what children do,
Their inmost thoughts to know;
And though He reigns above,
Where angels ceaseless praise,
He will accept our humble love,
And lead us in His ways.
O may we humbly seek
To do His holy will,
And try, with thankful hearts and meek,
To sing His praises still;
And then, for Jesus' sake
Who came for us to die,
Our happy spirits He will take
To praise Him in the sky.
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