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HYMN 202.

(c. m.)
Genesis xxviii, 20, 21. ! 9

OD of our fathers ? by whose hand

Thy people still are blest,
Be with us through our pilgrimage;

Conduct us to our rest.
2 Through each perplexing path of life
L' Our wand'ring footsteps guide;

Give us each day our daily bread,

And raiment fit provide.
3 O spread thy sheltring wings around,

Till all our wand'rings cease,
| And, at our Father's lov'd abode

Our souls arrive in peace.
4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand

Our humble pray’rs implore;
And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God,
And portion evermore.
HYMN 203.

(111. 3.)
1 CHRONICLES xxix. 10-13
LESS'D be thou, the God of Israel,

Thou, our Father, and our Lord !
Bless'd thy majesty for ever!

Ever be thy name ador'd!
2 Thine, O Lord, are pow'r and greatness,

Glory, vict'ry, are thine own;
All is thine in earth and heav'n,

Over all thy boundless throne.
3 Riches come of thee, and honour;

Pow'r and might to thee belong;


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Thine it is to make us prosper,

Only thine to make us strong.
4 Lord our God! for these, thy bounties,

Hymns of gratitude we raise;
To thy Name, for ever glorious,
Ever we address our praise !
l}} HYMN 204.

(c. m.)
PROVERBS iii. 13—17.

H! happy is the man who hears

Religion's warning voice,
And who celestial wisdom makes

His early, only choice.
2 For she has treasures greater far

Than east or west unfold;
1 More precious are her bright rewards

Than gems, or stores of gold.
3 Her right hand offers to the just

Immortal, happy days;
Her left, imperishable wealth,

And heav'nly crowns displays.
4 And as her holy labours rise,

So her rewards increase;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.
HYMN 205.

(l. m.)
ISAIAH xl. 6-8.
1 THE morning flow'rs display their sweets,

And gay their silken leaves unfold;
As careless of the noon-day heats,

And fearless of the evening cold.
2 Nipp'd by the wind's unkindly blast,

Parched by the sun's more fervent ray,
The momentary glories waste,

The short-liv'd beauties die away. .
3 So blooms the human face divine,

When youth its pride of beauty shows;
Fairer than spring the colours shine,
And sweeter than the op'ning rose.


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4 But, worn by slowly rolling years,

Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears,

The short-liv'd beauties die away. 5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,

With lustre brighter far shall shine; Revive with ever-during bloom,

Safe from diseases and decline. 6 Let sickness blast, and death devour,

If heav'n shall recompense our pains;
Perish the grass, and fade the flow'r,

If firm the word of God remains.

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HYMN 206.

(c. m.) Isaiah xl. 27–31. 1 HY mournest thou, my anxious soul,

Despairing of relief,
As if the Lord o'erlook'd thy cares,

Or pitied not thy grief?
2 Hast thou not known, hast thou not heard,

That firm remains on high,
The everlasting throne of Him

Who made the earth and sky ? 3 Art thou afraid his pow'r will fail

In sorrow's evil day?
Can the Creator's mighty arm

Grow weary or decay?
4 Supreme in wisdom as in pow'r

The rock of ages stands ;
Thou canst not search his mind, nor trace

The working of his hands.
5 He gives the conquest to the weak,

Supports the fainting heart; And courage in the evil hour

His heav'nly aids impart.
6 Mere human energy shall faint,

And youthful vigour cease;
But those who wait upon the Lord

In strength shall still increase.
7 They, with unwearied step, shall tread

The path of life divine;



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With growing ardour onward move,

With growing brightness shine.
8 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar

On wings of faith and love;
Till, past the sphere of earth and sin,
They rise to heav'n above.
HYMN 207.

(c. m.)
Isaiah lvii. 15.
1 VHUS speaks the High and Lofty One;

My throne is fix'd on high ;
There, through eternity, I hear

The praises of the sky:
2 Yet, looking down, I visit oft

The humble, hallow'd cell; ļ L
And, with the penitent who mnourn,

'Tis my delight to dwell.
3 My presence heals the wounded heart,

The sad in spirit cheers,
My presence, from the bed of dust,

The contrite sinner rears.
4 I dwell with all my humble saints

While they on earth remain;
And they, exalted, dwell with me,
With me for ever reign.
HYMN 208.

(11. 1.)
HABAKKUK iii. 17-19.
LTHOUGH the vine its fruit deny,

The budding fig-tree droop and die,
No oil the olive yield;
Yet will I trust me in my God,
Yea, bend rejoicing to his rod,

And by his grace be heal'd.
2 Though fields, in verdure once array'd,
By whirlwinds desolate be laid,

Or parch'd by scorching beam;
Still in the Lord shall be my trust,
My joy; for, though his frown is just,

His mercy is supreme.
3 Though from the fold the flock decay,

Though herds lie famish'd o'er the lea,

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And round the empty stall;
My soul above the wreck shall rise,
Its better joys are in the skies ;

There God is all in all.
4 In God my strength, howe'er distrest,
I yet will hope and calmly rest,

Nay, triumph in his love;
My ling’ring soul, my tardy feet,
Free as the hind he makes and fleet,
To speed my course above.
HYMN 209.

(c. M.)
ST. JOHN xiv. 6.

1 THOU art the way, to thee alone

From sin and death we flee; Ľ
L'And he who would the Father seek,

Must seek him, Lord, by thee.
2. Thou art the truth, thy word alone

True wisdom can impart; 1

Lil Thou only canst inform the mind

L! And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the life, the rending tomb

Proclaims thy conqu’ring arm, L
And those who put their trust in thee

Nor death nor hell shall harm.
4 Thou art the way, the truth, the life;

1 Grant us that way to know,
1. That truth to keep, that life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.

PHILIPPIANS ii. 12, 13:56
1 EIRS of unending life,

While yet we sojourn here,
O let us our salvation work

With trembling and with do
2 God will support our hearts

With might before unknown; L
The work to be perform'd is ours,

The strength is all his own.
3 'Tis he that works to will,

'Tis he that works to do;
His is the pow'r by which we act,

His be the glory too !


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HYMN 210.. 31; C(s. m.)


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