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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 !
HYMN 204.

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PROVERBS iii. 13-17.
1 H! happy is the man who hears

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And who celestial wisdom makes

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

Than east or west unfold;
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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,
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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 NHE morning flow'rs display their sweets,

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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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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;

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.

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ISAIAH lvii. 15.
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THUS speaks the High and Lofty One;
My throne is fix'd on high ;

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There, through eternity, I hear

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

The humble, hallow'd cell; ! L L

And, with the penitent who mourn,

'Tis my delight to dwell.
3 My presence heals the wounded heart,
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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.
1 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.

Sr. John xiv. 6. tulizo
1 THOU art the way, to thee alone

From sin and death we flee; Ľ
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Must seek him, Lord, by thee.
2. Thou art the truth, thy word alone

True wisdom can impart;
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3 Thou art the life, the rending tomb

Proclaims thy conqu’ring arm,
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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.
HYMN 210.

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

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

With trembling and with fear.
2 God will support our hearts
With might before unknown;

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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 211.

(111. 1.)
EPHESIANS v. 14–17.
1 INNER! rouse thee from thy sleep,

Wake and o'er thy folly weep;
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Jesus waits his light to shed.
2 Wake from sleep, arise from death,

See the bright and living path:

Watchful tread that path; be wise,
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Leave thy folly, seek the skies,
3 Leave thy folly, cease from crime,

From this hour redeem thy time;
Life secure without delay,

Evil is the mortal day.
4 Be not blind and foolish still,

Call'd of Jesus, learn his will :
Jesus calls from death and night,
Jesus waits to shed his light.
HYMN 212.

(c. m.)
HEBREWS xii. 1, 2.
1 O! what a cloud of witnesses

Encompass
Men once like us with suff'ring tried,

But now with glory crown'd.
2 Let us, with zeal like theirs inspir’d,

Strive in the Christian race;
And, freed from ev'ry weight of sin,

Their holy footsteps trace.
3 Behold a witness nobler still,

Who trod affliction's path ;
Jesus, the author, finisher,

Rewarder of our faith :
4 He, for the joy before him set,

And mov'd by pitying love,
Endur'd the cross, despis'd the shame,

And now he reigns above.
5 Thither, forgetting things behind,

Press we, to God's right hand !
There, with the Saviour and his saints

Triumphantly to stand.

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