MENDEBRAS. 7, 6.

GERMAN,

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Day of rest and gladness.

1 O DAY of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,

Most beautiful, most bright:
On thee, the high and lowly,
Thro' ages joined in tune,
Sing "Holy, holy, holy,"

To the great God Triune.

2 On thee, at the creation,
The light first had its birth;
On thee, for our salvation,

Christ rose from depths of earth; On thee, our Lord, victorious,

The Spirit sent from heaven;
And thus on thee, most glorious,
A triple light was given.
3 To-day on weary nations
The heavenly manna falls;
To holy convocations

The silver trumpet calls,
Where gospel light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams,
And living water flowing

With soul-refreshing streams.
4 New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest;

To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father, and to Son;
The Church her voice upraises
To thee, blest Three in One.

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Christopher Wordsworth
Ilay my sins on Jesus.

1 I lay my sins on Jesus,
The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all, and frees us
From the accursed load;
I bring my guilt to Jesus,

To wash my crimson stains White in his blood most precious, Till not a stain remains.

2 I lay my wants on Jesus. All fullness dwells in him; He healeth my diseases,

He doth my soul redeem:
I lay my griefs on Jesus,

My burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases,
He all my sorrows shares.
3 I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,

The Father's holy child:
I long to be with Jesus

Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints his praises, And learn the angels song.

Horatius Bcnan

WARE. L.M.

GEO. KINGSLEY.

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Christ, King and Creator.

10 CHRIST, Our King, Creator, Lord,
Saviour of all who trust thy word,
To them who seek thee ever near,
Now to our praises bend thine ear.

2 In thy dear cross a grace is found, It flows from every streaming wound, Whose power our inbred sin controls, Breaks the firm bond and frees our souls.

3 Thou didst create the stars of night, Yet thou hast veiled in flesh thy light; Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, A mortal's painful lot to bear.

4 When thou didst hang upon the tree,

The quaking earth acknowledged thee;

When thou didst there yield up thy breath,

The world grew dark as shades of death.

5 Now in the Father's glory high, Great Conqueror, never more to die, Us by thy mighty power defend, And reign through ages without end.

Gregory the Great. Tr. by R. Palmer.

WELLESLEY. 8, 7.

LIZZIE S. TOURJÉE.

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The wideness of God's mercy.

1 THERE's a wideness in God's mercy, Like the wideness of the sea: There's a kindness in his justice,

Which is more than liberty.

2 There is welcome for the sinner, And more graces for the good; There is mercy with the Saviour; There is healing in his blood. 3 For the love of God is broader Than the measure of man's mind; And the heart of the Eternal

Is most wonderfully kind.

4 If our love were but more simple, We should take him at his word;" And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of the Lord.

1 PRAISE the Lord! ye heavens, adore him; Praise him, angels, in the height; Sun and moon, rejoice before him; Praise him, all ye stars of light. 2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken;

Worlds his mighty voice obeyed; Laws which never shall be broken, For their guidance he hath made. 3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious; Never shall his promise fail; God hath made his saints victorious;

Sin and death shall not prevail. 4 Praise the God of our salvation;

Hosts on high, his power proclaim; Heaven and earth, and all creation, Laud and magnify his name.

John Kempthorne.

1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys.
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

20 how can words with equal warmth

The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravished heart?

But thou canst read it there.

3 When in the slippery paths of youth,

With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,

And led me up to man.

4 Through hidden dangers, toils and deaths,

It gently cleared my way; And through the pleasing snares of

vice.

More to be feared than they. 5 Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds, The pleasing theme renew. 6 Through all eternity to thee A grateful song I'll raise;

But O, eternity's too short To utter all thy praise.

Joseph Addison.

32 Verily, thou art a God that hidest thyself. Isa. 45: 15.

1 GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take:

The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour: The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain : God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.

William Cowper.

1 Jesus, the very thought of thee With sweetness fills the breast; But sweeter far thy face to see,

And in thy presence rest.

2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame,

Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Jesus' name, The Saviour of mankind,

3 0 Hope of every contrite heart, O joy of all the meek,

To those who ask, how kind thou art! How good to those who seek!

4 But what to those who find? Ah, this

Nor tongue nor pen can show: The love of Jesus, what it is,

None but his loved ones know.

5 Jesus, our only joy be thou,
As thou our prize wilt be;
In thee be all our glory now,
And through eternity.

Bernard of Ciairvaux. Tr. by E. Caswell.

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Majestic sweetness.

1 MAJESTIC Sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour's brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

2 No mortal can with him compare, Among the sons of men;

Fairer is he than all the fair

That fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep dis-. tress,

He flew to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

4 To him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,

He saves me from the grave.

5 To heaven, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joy complete.

6 Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine,

Samuel Stennett.