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“T, from Greenland's frozen land;
I, from islands of the main.
Every tear and pain gone by,
Mark xvi. 15.
Where Bibles never go?
But lost in sin and woe.
To every creature bear
And I will bless you there. 3 Lord, let us go, or let us send
This word of truth abroad;
That men may know the Lord.
And this one pleasure choose ;
And send the gospel news
P. M. * A heaven
Thousands of children stand ;
Singing glory, glory, glory.
2 What brought them to that world above,
That heaven so bright and fair,
Singing glory, glory, glory? 3 Because the Saviour shed His blood,
To wash away their sin :
Singing glory, glory, glory. 4 On earth they sought their Saviour's grace,
On earth they loved His name; So now they see His blessed face, And stand before the Lamb ;
Singing glory, glory, glory.
Isaiah lxiv. 6. 8.7. HORNE EE the leaves around us falling,
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,
In a sad and solemn sound. 2 Youth, on length of days presuming,
Whó the paths of pleasure tread, View us, late in beauty blooming,
Numbered now among the dead. 3 What though yet no losses grieve you,
Gay with health and many a grace; Let not cloudless skies deceive you;
Summer gives to autumn place. 4 Yearly in our course returning,
Messengers of shortest stay,
Heaven and earth shall pass away. 6 On the tree of life eternal,
O let all our hopes be laid ;
1 Pet. i. 24.
And gay their silken leaves unfold, As careless of the noontide heats,
As fearless of the evening cold.
Parched by the sun's directer ray,
The short-lived beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride of beauty shews;
And sweeter than the virgin rose. 4 But worn by slowly-rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day,
The short-lived beauties die away.
With lustre brighter far shall shine ;
Safe from diseases and decline.
If heaven must recompense our pains;
Job xiv, 2.
C. M. 1
By death's resistless hand,
Which pity must demand.
Oh, may this truth impress'd
Sink deep in every breast !
3 Let this vain world delude no more :
Behold the gaping tomb!
To-morrow death may come.
May every heart obey ;
Which calls to watch and pray. 5 Oh! let us now to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can sáve; Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave. 6 Great God, Thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power : This only can prepare the heart
For death's surprising hour.
PRIVATE WORSHIP. 881 Psalm cxix. 62. L. M.
KENN. 1 :
Y God, now I from sleep awake,
And guard my heart from thoughts impure. 2 O may I always ready stand,
With my lamp burning in my hand :
Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice. 3 All praise to Thee, in light arrayed,
Who light Thy dwelling-place hast made;
From Thy all-glorious Godhead streams. 4 Blest Jesus, Thou, on heaven intent,
Whole nights hast in devotion spent :
6 Shine on me, Lord, new life impart;
Fresh ardours kindle in my heart.
Dispels the sloth and clouds of night. 6 Lord, lest the tempter me surprise,
Watch over Thine own sacrifice:
And make my very dreams devout. 7 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow:
Praise Him, all creatures here below:
1 Thess. v. 17. when the morning shineth,
Go when the eve declineth,
Go in the hush of night;
Cast every fear away,
Do thou in secret pray.
All who are loved by thee,
If any such there be ;
A blessing humbly claim,
Thy great Redeemer's name. 3 But if 'tis e'er denied thee
In solitude to pray,
When friends are round thy way;
The spirit raised above,
Of mercy, truth, and love.