1 THY bounteous hand with food can bless
The bleak and barren wilderness;
And thou hast taught us, Lord, to pray
For daily bread from day to day.

2 And, oh, when through the wilds we roam,
That part us from our heavenly home;
When, lost in danger, want, and woe,
Our faithless tears begin to flow,—
3 Do thou thy gracious comfort give,
By which alone the soul can live;
And grant thy children, Lord, we pray,
The bread of life from day to day.

Pastoral Benediction.

MONTGOMERY.

Now may the Lord, our Shepherd, lead
To living streams his little flock;
May he in flowery pastures feed,

Shade us at noon beneath the rock!

Now may we hear our Shepherd's voice,

And gladly answer to his call;
Now may our hearts for him rejoice,
Who knows, and names, and loves us all.

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Opening of an Organ.

MONTGOMERY.

3 For what we hope, and what we see
Of human progress in our time;
But gleams of freedom though they be, 1 THE morning stars in concert sang,
Yet dawning of its day sublime!

When God created heaven and earth; And earth and heaven with music rang, When angels hailed Messiah's birthi.

2 Nor ever, since his sabbath-rest,

1 NOT for the summer's hour alone,

When skies resplendent shine,

Grant us, O God, one home at last,
For thy great mercy's sake.

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ANCIENT HYMN.

The Noble Army of Martyrs.

1 THE triumphs of the martyred saints
The joyous lay demand;
The heart delights in song to dwell
On that victorious band,-

2 Those whom the senseless world ab-
Who cast the world aside, [horred,
Deeming it worthless, for the sake
Of Christ, their Lord and guide.

3 For him they braved the tyrant's rage,
The scourge's cruel smart;

The wild beast's fang their bodies tore,
But vanquished not the heart;

And youth and pleasure fill the throne, 4 Like lambs before the sword they fell,

Our hearts and hands we join;

2 But for those stern and wintry days
Of sorrow, pain, and fear,

When Heaven's wise discipline doth make
Our earthly journey drear;-

3 Not for this span of life alone,

Which like a blast doth fly,

Nor cry nor plaint expressed;
For patience kept the conscious mind,
And armed the fearless breast.

5 What tongue can tell the crown prepared
The martyr's brow to grace?
His shining robe, his joys unknown,
Before thy glorious face?

And as the transient flowers of grass 6 Vouchsafe us, Lord, if such thy will,

Just blossom, droop, and die ;

4 But for a being without end

This vow of love we take;

Clear skies and seasons calm;
If not the martyr's cross to bear,
And win the martyr's palm.