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305 SAVIOR, AGAIN TO THY DEAR NAME WE RAISE.
“Ellers.” 10s. REV. JOHN ELLERTON,, (1826–1899) 1866.
Edward John Hopkins, (1818
1. Sa - vior, a - gain to Thy dear name we raise With one ac-cord our 2. Grant us Thy peace up on our homeward way; With Thee began, with 3. Grant us Thy peace, Lord, through the coming night; Turn Thou for us its 4. Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly life, Our balm in sor - row,
part-ing hymn of praise; We rise to bless Thee ere our wor-ship Thee shall end the day; Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from dark-ness in - to light; From harm and dan - ger keep Thy children and our stay in strife ; Then, when Thy voice shall bid our con-flict be
3 cease, And now, de - part - ing, wait Thy word of peace. shame, That in this house have called up on Thy name. free, For dark and light are both a · like to Thee. cease, Call us, O Lord, to Thine
ter · nal peace.
ON OUR WAY REJOICING, AS WE HOMEWARD MOVE.
“Hermas.” 118. ( With Refrain.) REV. JOHN SAMUEL BEWLEY MONSELL, (1811-1875) 1863.
Miss Frances Ridley Havergal, (1836–1879) 1871.
Grant Thy for-give-ness; Raise our af fec-tions To glo ries
Of sor - row's lone
FOR A SEASON CALLED TO PART.
Lewis Thomas Downes, (1827–
REV. JOHN NEWTON, (1725-1807) 1776.
For sea-son called to part, Let us now ou lves commend 2. Je-sus, hear our hum - ble prayer ; Ten - der Shepherd of Thy sheep, 3. What we each have now been taught, Let our mem - 0 ries re- tain; 4. Then, if Thou in -struc- tion bless, Songs of prais - es shall be given ;
Be-seech-ing Thee to give us now Thy ben e · dic - tion sweet.
BEFORE JEHOVAH'S AWFUL THRONE.
“Old Hundredth.” L. M. Rey. ISAAC WATTS, (1674-1748) 1719.
Louis Bourgeois, (1510?
1. Be-fore Je - ho-vah's aw-ful throne, Ye nations, bow with sa-cred joy; 2. His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed usmen; 3. We are His peo - ple, we His care, Our souls, and all our mor-tal frame;
Know that the Lord is God a - lone; He can cre - ate, and He de-stroy. And when, like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to His fold a - gain. What last - ing hon - ors shall we rear, Al-might-y Ma-ker, to Thy name?
4 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.
Vast as eternity, Thy love;
When rolling years shall cease to move.