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ADDED BY REV. R. C. WATERSTON.
610. C. M.
Supplication. 1 Be thou, O God, by night, by day,
My Guide, my Guard from sin, My Life, my Trust, my Light Divine,
To keep me pure within ;2 Pure as the air, when day's first light
A cloudless sky illumes,
Till heaven shines round its plumes. 3 So may my soul, upon the wings
Of faith, unwearied rise,
Midst light from paradise.
611. L. M.
Thou who hast every blessing given,
2 Lord, may thy truth upon the heart
Now fall, and dwell as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start,
Where once the weeds of error grew.. 3 We would our prayers with fervor bring,
And lay them at thy sacred throne, And render praise, Ó, Heavenly King, To thee, who praise canst claim alone.
612. L. M. H. WARE, JR.
The Truth as it is in Jesus.
We bow before thy mercy-seat,
And pour our wishes at thy feet.
O, give thy people joy and peace !
And savor that shall never cease.
His path of light we long to tread;
And here their purest influence shed. 4 May faith and hope and love abound;
Our sins and errors be forgiven;
613. L. M. WATERSTON.
Send down thy spirit from above,
Each mind with light, each heart with love. 2 Here may a grateful people bow
To thee who spake and it was done,
Thy living word, thy loving Son. 3 This hallowed church, long may it stand
The hope of Age, the joy of Youth,
A mighty battlement of Truth!
Conform our wills into thy Qul),
614. 8 & 7s. M. ANONYMOUS.
Welcome is this holy day;
Says a week has passed away.
Soon the longest life departs,
2 Love to God, and to our neighbor,
Makes our purest happiness;
Earth's poor trifles to possess.
Like the startled dove they fly;
Over yonder quiet sky.
Give an humble, grateful heart;
Never from thy fear depart;
And the world is sunk in shade,
There my treasure will be laid.
615. 7s. M. St. GREGORY.
A Blessing Implored.
Thou didst cause the light to shine;
O’er thy new-created earth.
Lose the way to endless rest;
Draw our souls to earth again.
Where our much-loved treasure lies;
616. L. M. PIERPONT.
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue ! 2 Not now on Zion's height alone,
Thy favored worshipper may dwell,
Sat, weary, by the patriarch's well. 3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
To heaven, and find acceptance there. 4 O, Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,
617. L. M. OBERLIN.
Looking to God.
And fix my frail, inconstant heart;
To dedicate myself to thee.
One thought shall fill my soul with joy: