0 THOU, who didst the temple fill

With Thy resplendent awful train, The glory of Thine Israel still, Appear in those bright robes again. 2 In us, and round about us, shine, Here cause us to behold Thy face: O make this tabernacle Thine; O sanctify this lowly place.

3 Now send the promised unction down,
And all our waiting hearts inspire:
Lord Jesus, make Thy goings known,
Thy ministers a flame of fire.

4 Work with them, and confirm Thy word
To all who worship in this place:
O pour upon us, holy Lord,"
Unceasing showers of saving grace.
Cong. Supplement.

780

C. M.

JESUS! who, to favoured friend Thy mourning mother didst commend, Mindful, amidst o'erwhelming woe, Of her who stood and wept below2 Let not our sorrows selfish prove, Closing our hearts to claims of love; But may we sweetest solace know In soothing other mourners' woe.

C. M.

FOUNTAIN of good, to own Thy love

thankful hearts incline;

What can we render, Lord, to Thee, When all the worlds are Thine?

2 Help us, O Lord, Thy yoke to wear, Delight to do Thy will,

Each other's burdens gladly bear,
And love's sweet law fulfil.

3 To Thee our all devoted be,
In whom we move and live:
Freely we have received of Thee-
As freely may we give.

4 Teach us, O Lord, with reverent love Thee in Thy poor to see,

And while we minister to them,
To do it as to Thee.

5 Only do Thou our alms accept,
And with Thy blessing speed;
Bless us in giving,-greatly bless
Our gifts to them that need.

783

DODDRIDGE and E. OSLER.

L.M.

GLADSOME we hail this day's return; U In God's great name again we meet; Our hearts once more within us burn, And our communion shall be sweet. 2 We bless Thee, Lord, for all the good Thy liberal hand has freely given; For grace by which our feet have stood In ways that lead the soul to heaven. 3 For all the mercies of the past We join in songs of filial praise; Around us now Thy favour cast, Thou Guide and Guardian of our days. 'Twas by Thy Spirit's kindling flame Thy servants felt their bosoms glow, And in Thy all-sustaining name, They still with hallowed ardour go. 5 More strength we crave, more love, more zeal,

4

That we may follow Christ, and live To labour for our brethren's weal, And unto Thee the glory give! DAWSON BURNS.

Gladly, freely of Thine own; With the sunshine of Thy goodness

Melt our thankless hearts of stone; Till our cold and selfish natures,

Warmed by Thee, at length believe,
That more happy and more blessed
'Tis to give than to receive.'

3 Wondrous honour hast Thou given
To our humblest charity
In Thine own mysterious sentence,
'Ye have done it unto Me.'
Can it be, O gracious Master,

Thou dost deign for alms to sue,
Saying by Thy poor and needy,

Give as I have given to you?'

4 Lord of glory, who hast bought us
With Thy life-blood as the price,
Never grudging for the lost ones
That tremendous sacrifice,
Give us faith, to trust Thee boldly,
Hope, to stay our souls on Thee;
But O, best of all Thy graces,
Give us heavenly charity.
E. S. ALDERSON.

L.M.

THOU through suffering perfect

made,

On whom the bitter cross was laid; In hours of sickness, grief, and pain, No sufferer turns to Thee in vain.

2 The halt, the maimed, the sick, the blind,

Sought not in vain Thy tendance kind; Now in Thy poor Thyself we see, And minister through them to Thee. 3 O loving Saviour, Thou canst cure The pains and woes Thou didst endure: For all who need, Physician great, Thy healing balm we supplicate. 4 But, O! far more, let each keen pain And hour of woe be heavenly gain, Each stroke of Thy chastising rod Bring back the wanderer nearer God. 5 O! heal the bruised heart within: O! save our souls all sick with sin : Give life and health in bounteous store, That we may praise Thee evermore. W. W. HOW.

Thou givest all.

5 Thou giv'st the Holy Spirit's dower, Spirit of life, and love, and power, And dost His sevenfold graces shower Upon us all.

6 For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven, For means of grace and hopes of heaven, Father, what can to Thee be given,

Who givest all?

7 We lose what on ourselves we spend,

We have as treasure without end
Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend,
Who givest all.

8 Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee,
Repaid a thousandfold will be;
Then gladly will we give to Thee,
Who givest all;

9 To Thee, from whom we all derive Our life, our gifts, our power to give: O may we ever with Thee live,

Who givest all!

C. WORDSWORTH.

787

C.M. double.

THINE arm, O Lord, in days of old
Was strong to heal and save;

It triumphed o'er disease and death,
O'er darkness and the grave.
To Thee they went, the blind, the
dumb,

The palsied and the lame,
The leper with his tainted life,

The sick with fevered frame. And lo! Thy touch brought life and health,

Gave speech and strength and sight;
And youth renewed and frenzy calmed
Owned Thee, the Lord of light;
And now, O Lord, be near to bless,
Almighty as of yore,

In crowded street, by restless couch,
As by Gennesareth's shore.

3 Be Thou our great Deliverer still,
Thou Lord of life and death;
Restore and quicken, soothe and bless,
With Thine Almighty breath;
To hands that work, and eyes that see,
Give wisdom's heavenly lore,

That whole and sick, and weak and strong,

May praise Thee evermore.
E. H. PLUMPTRE.

87.87.77.

788 THOU to whom the sick and dying Ever came, nor came in vain, Still with healing words replying To the wearied cry of pain;

Hear us, Jesus, as we meet Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat. 2 Still the weary, sick, and dying Need a brother's, sister's care, On Thy higher help relying May we now their burdens share, Bringing all our offerings meet, Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat.

THY life was given for me,

Thy blood, O Lord, was shed, That I might ransomed be,

And quickened from the dead;
Thy life was given for me;
What have I given for Thee?
2 Long years were spent for me
In weariness and woe,
That through eternity

Thy glory I might know;
Long years were spent for me;
Have I spent one for Thee?
3 Thy Father's home of light,

Thy rainbow-circled throne,
Were left for earthly night,

For wanderings sad and lone;
Yea, all was left for me;
Have I left aught for Thee?
4 Thou, Lord, hast borne for me
More than my tongue can tell
Of bitterest agony,

To rescue me from hell;
Thou sufferedst all for me:
What have I borne for Thee?

5 And Thou hast brought to me
Down from Thy home above
Salvation full and free,

Thy pardon and Thy love; Great gifts Thou broughtest me; What have I brought to Thee?

6 O let my life be given,

My years for Thee be spent ;
World-fetters all be riven,

And joy with suffering blent;
Thou gav'st Thyself for me,--
I give myself to Thee!

790

2

3

F. R. HAVERGAL."

WE give Thee but Thine own,

Whate'er the gift may be: All that we have is Thine alone, A trust, O Lord, from Thee.

May we Thy bounties thus
As stewards true receive;
And gladly, as Thou blessest us,
To Thee our first-fruits give.

O! hearts are bruised and dead;
And homes are bare and cold;

6s.

To comfort and to bless,

To find a balm for woe,

To tend the lone and fatherless

Is angels' work below.

The captive to release,

To God the lost to bring,

To teach the way of life and peace,It is a Christ-like thing.

And we believe Thy word,

Though dim our faith may be,Whate'er for Thine we do, O Lord, We do it unto Thee.

791

WE

W. W. HOW.

L.M.

WHEN, like a stranger on our sphere, The lowly Jesus wandered here, Where'er He went, affliction fled, And sickness reared her fainting head. 2 The eye that rolled in darksome night Beheld His face-for God is light; The opening ear, the loosened tongue, His precepts heard, His praises sung." 3 With bounding steps, the halt and lame To hail their great Deliverer, came: O'er the cold grave He bowed His head, He spake the word, and raised the dead.

4 Demoniac madness, dark and wild, In His inspiring presence smiled; The storm of horror ceased to roll, And reason lightened through the soul. 5 Through paths of loving-kindness led, Where Jesus triumphed, we would tread;

And where He gives the power, dis

And lambs for whom the Shepherd bled Are straying from the fold!

13 May we the Christian law fulfil,
And bear each other's burdens here;
And thus unite to do Thy will
In perfect love and holy fear.

4 Grant that our union, here begun,
May ever firm and lasting be;
Around Thy throne may we be one,
One with each other, one with Thee.

J. MONTGOMERY.

TIMES AND SEASONS.

793 Αν

MORNING.

L.M. WAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Thy precious time misspent, redeem, Each present day thy last esteem; Improve thy talent with due care, For the great day thyself prepare. 3 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part; Who all night long unwearied sing High praise to the Eternal King. 4 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me whilst I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,

I may of endless light partake. 5 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew, Disperse my sins as morning dew, Guard my first springs of thought and will,

And with Thyself my spirit fill. 6 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.

7 Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

FORTH in Thy name, O Lord, we go

daily labour to pursue; Thee, only Thee, resolved to know, In all we think, or speak, or do. 2 The task Thy wisdom hath assigned O let us cheerfully fulfil;

In all our works Thy presence find, And prove Thy good and perfect will. 3 Thee may we set at our right hand, Whose eyes our inmost substance see, And labour on at Thy command, And offer all our works to Thee. 4 Give us to bear Thy easy yoke, And every moment watch and pray; And still to things eternal look, And hasten to Thy glorious day; 5 For Thee delightfully employ Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given,

And run our course with even joy,
And closely walk with Thee to heaven

795 JESUS

WESLEY.*

Sun of Righteousness,
Brightest beam of love Divine,

With the early morning-rays
Do Thou on our darkness shine.

78.

3

Lord of day, and Lord of night,
Listen to our solemn call;
Listen, whilst to Thee we raise
Songs of prayer and songs of praise.
2 Light and love and life are Thine,
Great Creator of all good:
Fill our souls with light divine;
Give us, with our daily food,
Blessings from Thy heavenly store,
Blessings rich for evermore.

Graft within our heart of hearts
Love undying for Thy name;
Bid us, ere the day departs,
Spread afar our Maker's fame:
Young and old together bless,

Clothe our souls with righteousness.
4 Full of years, and full of peace,
May our life on earth be blest;
When our trials here shall cease,
And at last we sink to rest,
Fountain of Eternal Love!
Call us to our home above.

797

G. THRING.

TIMELY happy, timely wise!

78.

L.M.

Hearts that with rising morn arise; Eyes that the beam celestial view, Which evermore makes all things new. 2 New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought,

Restored to life and power and thought. 3 New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of

heaven.

4 If on our daily course our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,
New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.