3 Cover his enemies with shame,
Defeat their every hostile aim,
Their baffled hopes destroy :
But shower on him thy blessings down,
Crown him with grace, with glory crown,
And everlasting joy.

4 To hoary hairs be thou his God;
Late may he reach that high abode,
Late to his heaven remove;
Of virtues full, and happy days,
Accounted worthy by thy grace
To fill a throne above.

5 Secure us, of his royal race,
A man to stand before thy face,
And exercise thy power:

With wealth, prosperity, and peace,
Our nation and our churches bless,
Till time shall be no more.

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In time of Pestilence.

C. M.

1 IN grief and fear, to thee, O Lord,
We now for succour fly,

Thine awful judgments are abroad,
O shield us, lest we die!

2 The fell disease on every side

Walks forth with tainted breath;
And pestilence, with rapid stride,
Bestrews the land with death.

3 O look with pity on the scene
Of sadness and of dread,
And let thine angel stand between
The living and the dead!

4 With contrite hearts to thee, our King,
We turn, who oft have strayed;
Accept the sacrifice we bring,
And let the plague be stayed.

1 COME, ye thankful people, come,

Raise the song of harvest-home:

All is safely gathered in,

Ere the winter storms begin :
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied:
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home!
2 We ourselves are God's own field,
Fruit unto his praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown:
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear:
Grant, O harvest Lord, that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take his harvest home;
From his field shall in that day
All offences purge away;
Give his angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In his garner evermore.

4 Then, thou Church triumphant, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home!
All are safely gathered in,

Free from sorrow, free from sin;

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There for ever purified,
In God's garner to abide :
Come, ten thousand angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home!

Another.

"The eyes of all wait upon Thee, O Lord, and Thou givest them their meat in due season."-Ps. cxlv. 15.

1

WE

E plough the fields, and scatter
The good seed on the land,

But it is fed and watered

By God's almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes, and the sunshine,
And soft refreshing rain.
All good gifts around us

Are sent from heaven above,

Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord,
For all his love!

2 He only is the maker

Of all things, near and far;
He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey him,
By him the birds are fed;
Much more to us, his children,
He gives our daily bread.

All good gifts around us

Are sent from heaven above,

Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord.
For all his love!

3 We thank thee, then, O Father,
For all things bright and good,
The seed-time and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food;

Accept the gifts we offer
For all thy love imparts,
And, what thou most desirest,
Our humble, thankful hearts.
All good gifts around us

Are sent from heaven above,

Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord,
For all his love!

7s & 6s (1-8).

On Laying the Foundation of a
Chapel.

1 HOU, who hast in Zion laid
The true foundation-stone,
And with those a covenant made,
Who build on that alone:
Hear us, Architect divine,
Great Builder of thy church below!
Now upon thy servants shine,
Who seek thy praise to show.

2 Earth is thine; her thousand hills
Thy mighty hand sustains;
Heaven thy awful presence fills ;
O'er all thy glory reigns:
Yet the place of old prepared
By regal David's favoured son
Thy peculiar blessing shared,
And stood thy chosen throne.

3 We, like Jesse's son, would raise
A temple to the Lord;

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Sound throughout its courts his praise,
His saving name record;

Dedicate a house to him,

Who, once in mortal weakness shrined,
Sorrowed, suffered, to redeem,

To rescue all mankind.

4 Father, Son, and Spirit, send
The consecrating flame;
Now in majesty descend,

Inscribe the living name;
That great name by which we live
Now write on this accepted stone;
Us into thy hands receive,

Our temple make thy throne.

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1

the Name which earth and heaven
Ever worship, praise, and fear,-
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,—
Shall a house be builded here:
Here with prayer its deep foundations
In the faith of Christ we lay,
Trusting by his help to crown it
With the top-stone in its day.

2 Here as in their due succession
Stone on stone the workmen place,
Thus, we pray, unseen but surely,
Jesu, build us up in grace;
Till, within these walls completed,
We complete in thee are found;
And to thee, the One Foundation,

Strong and living stones, are bound.

3 Fair shall be thine earthly temple:
Here the careless passer-by
Shall bethink him, in its beauty,
Of the holier house on high;
Weary hearts and troubled spirits
Here shall find a still retreat;
Sinful souls shall bring their burden
Here to the Absolver's feet.