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471. “ We will Remember the Name of the Lord our
God.” (Psalm xx. 7.) L.M.
Our eyes are towards Thy gracious hand;
O spare—and turn Thy wrath away.
Nor sword, nor horse, nor ships, we boast;
Mere human force and skill are vain.
On every shore, on every town;
And lay Thy righteous thunders by.
And cleanse our land from all its crimes :
Let princes, priests, and people shine. 472. Thanksgiving. (1 Tim. ii. 1, 2.) 8th P. M.
1 LORD of heav'n, and earth, and ocean,
Hear us from Thy bright abode,
Own their great and gracious God :
Let Thy boundless grace be seen :
Guard Thy Church, and save our Queen. 2 Thee with humble adoration,
Lord, we praise for mercies past;
May those bounteous mercies last :
Happy on Thy grace to lean :
National Fast Day. L. M.
(Dan. ix. 9, 10.)
Be felt by all assembled here !
The God whom we profess to fear.
Thy people's eyes are tix'd on Thee !
Which thousands cannot, will not see.
On this indulg'd, ungrateful spot;
far, and near,
The glorious gospel brightly shone ;
5 But ah! both heav'n and earth have heard
Our vile requital of His love!
Rebels against His goodness prove.
And legions of the blackest crimes—
Are signs that mark the present times.
Ah! where are now the faithful few
And know what Israel ought to do?
Who meet to mourn, confess, and pray;
Blessed are the Merciful. L. M.
Fills with compassion for the poor ;
To heal the sufferings they endure.
Preserve his life, and soothe his woes ;
And guard him from malicious foes.
Can scarce its heavy load sustain,
And smooth his bed, and ease his pain.
Of its pure flame may we partake;
Work while it is day. (John ix. 4.) L. M. 1 AWAKE, my zeal, awake, my love,
To serve my Saviour here below,
And holy angels cannot do.
The hungry soul, and clothe the poor :
There all these duties are no more.
Maintain the fight, thy work pursue ;
And be thy victries ever new.
There are no foes t encounter there :
And finish all the glorious war.
I gain thy gospel fresh renown:
“ I will have Mercy.” (Matt. ix. 13.) L. M. 1 WHEN like a stranger in our sphere,
The lowly Jesus wander'd here,
And sickness rear'd her fainting head.
Beheld His face,—for God is light;
His precepts heard, His praises sung.
To hail their great deliv'rer came:
He spake the word, and rais'd the dead.
Where Jesus triumph'd we will tread;
C.M. 477. AU Christians are Christ's brethren.
(Matt. xxv. 40.)
Dost Thou, Redeemer, shine;
When all the worlds are Thine?
Partakers of Thy grace ;,
Before Thy Father's face.
And visited, and cheerd:
Thy succouring voice is heard.
Thee in Thy poor to see;
478. “We orght also to love one another.” C. M.
(1 John iv. 10, 11.)
All-powerful from above,
The image of Thy love.
That gen'rous pleasure know,
for others' woe.
In low distress are laid,
And swift our hands to aid.
Enthroned above the skies ;
Felt his compassion rise.
On wings of mercy flew,
Should love each other too. 479.
“ Naked shall I return." S, M.
(Job i. 21. Matt. vi. 21.)
Set not on gold thy heart,
And naked must depart.
True riches are not here:
And seek thy treasure there.
Be wise to run thy race,
Be rich toward thy God.
'Tis lending to the Lord,