10, LORD of Life! to thee we pray,
Send down thy spirit from above,
And fill, great Fount of truth! this day
Each mind with light, each heart with love.
2 Here may a grateful people bow
'To thee who spake and it was done,
And here be ever loved as now,
Thy living word, thy loving Son.
3 This hallowed church, long may it stand
The hope of Age, the joy of Youth,
A sacred watch-tower in the land,
A mighty battlement of Truth!
4 Thy suppliant children wilt thou bless,
Conform our wills unto thy own,
Give to thy glorious word success,
And raise within each soul thy throne!
614. 8 & 7s. M. ANONYMOUS.
Sabbath Morning.
1 WELCOME, Welcome, quiet morning,
Welcome is this holy day;
Now the Sabbath morn returning,
Says a week has passed away.
Let me think how time is passing,
Soon the longest life departs,
Nothing human is abiding,
Save the love of humble hearts.
2 Love to God, and to our neighbor,
Makes our purest happiness;
Vain the wish, the care, the labor,
Earth's poor trifles to possess.
Swift my life's vain dreams are passing,
Like the startled dove they fly;
Or the clouds each other chasing,
Over yonder quiet sky.
3 Father, now one prayer I raise thee;
Give an humble, grateful heart;
Never let me cease to praise thee,
Never from thy fear depart;
Then, when years have gathered o'er me,
And the world is sunk in shade,
Heaven's bright realm will rise before me;
There my treasure will be laid.
1 SOURCE of light and life divine!
Thou didst cause the light to shine;
Thou didst bring thy sunbeams forth
O'er thy new-created earth.
2 May we ne'er, by guilt depressed,
Lose the way to endless rest;
May no thoughts, corrupt and vain,
Draw our souls to earth again.
3 Rather lift them to the skies,
Where our much-loved treasure lies;
Help us in our daily strife,
Make us struggle into life.
10 THOU, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue!
2 Not now on Zion's height alone,
Thy favored worshipper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat, weary, by the patriarch's well.
3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.
4 O, Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,
To thee, at last, in every clime,
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.
1 O LORD, thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix my frail, inconstant heart;
Henceforth my chief desire shall be
To dedicate myself to thee.
2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy:
That silent, secret thought shall be,
That all my hopes are fixed on thee.
3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;
And wheresoe'er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit rest with thee.
4 Renouncing every worldly thing,
And safe beneath thy spreading wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,
That all I want I find in thee.
1 FATHER and Friend! thy light, thy love,
Beaming through all thy works, we see;
Thy glory gilds the heavens above,
And all the earth is full of thee.
2 Thy voice we hear-thy presence feel,
Whilst thou, too pure for mortal sight,
Involved in clouds, invisible,
Reignest the Lord of life and light.
3 We know not in what hallowed part
Of the wide heavens thy throne may be;
But this we know, that where thou art,
Strength, wisdom, goodness dwell with thee.
4 And through the various maze of time,
And through th' infinity of space,
We follow thy career sublime,
And all thy wondrous footsteps trace.
5 Thy children shall not faint nor fear,
Sustained by this delightful thought,-
Since thou, their God, art everywhere,
They cannot be where thou art not.
Invoking God's Aid.
1 FATHER in heaven, to thee my
Would lift itself in prayer;
Drive from my soul each earthly thought,
And show thy presence there.
2 Each moment of my
The mercies of my Lord;
Each moment is itself a gift
To bear me on to God.
3 0, help me break the galling chains
This world has round me thrown;
Each passion of my heart subdue,
Each darling sin disown.
4 O Father, kindle in my breast
A never-dying flame
Of holy love, of grateful trust
In thine almighty name.
The Love and Forgiveness of God Imitated.
1 GREAT Author of the immortal mind!
For noble thoughts and views designed,
Make me ambitious to express
The image of thy holiness.
2 While I thy boundless love admire,
Grant me to catch the sacred fire!
Thus shall my heavenly birth be known,
And for thy child thou wilt me own.
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