23.

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3 Comfort those who weep and mourn;
Let the time of joy return;

Those that are cast down, lift up;
Make them strong in faith and hope.

4 Grant that all may seek and find
Thee a God supremely kind;
Heal the sick; the captive free;
Let us all rejoice in thee.

L. M.

For Opening or Close of Service.

ANONYMOUS.

1 THY presence, gracious God, afford;
Prepare us to receive thy word;
Now let thy voice engage our ear,
And faith be mixed with what we hear.

2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove,
And fix our hearts and hopes above;
With food divine may we be fed,
And satisfied with living bread.
3 To us the sacred word apply
With sovereign power and energy;
And may we, in thy faith and fear,
Reduce to practice what we hear.
4 Father, in us thy Son reveal ;

Teach us to know and do thy wili;
Thy saving power and love display,
And guide us to the realms of day.

1 FORTH from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Father, we seek thy shelter here: Weary and weak, thy grace we pray; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.

2 Long have we roamed in want and pain,
Long have we sought thy rest in vain ;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost:
Low at thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.

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11s. M.

EDMESTON.

The House of God.

I THERE's a refuge of peace from the tempests that beat,

From the dark clouds that threaten, the wild wind that blows;

A holy, a sweet and a lovely retreat,

A spring of refreshment, a place of repose.

2 'Tis the house of my God, 't is the dwelling of

prayer,

The temple all hallowed by blessing and praise; If sorrow and faithlessness conquer me, there My heart to the throne of his grace I can raise. 3 For a refuge like this, ah, what praises are due! For a rest so serene, for a covert so fair: Ah, why are the seasons of worship so few? And why are so seldom the meetings of prayer?

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8 & 7s. M.

The Fount of Blessing.

J. TAYLOR.

1 FAR from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes, and vain desires,
Here our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.

2 From the fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes,
Mercy from above proclaiming
Peace and pardon from the skies.

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3 Who may share this great salvation?
Every pure and humble mind,
Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
From the stains of guilt refined.

4 Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none,
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.

1 GREAT Shepherd of thy people, hear;
Thy presence now display;

We kneel within thy house of prayer;
O, give us hearts to pray.

2 The clouds which veil thee from our sight,
In pity, Lord, remove;
Dispose our minds to hear aright
The message of thy love.

3 Help us, with holy fear and joy,
To kneel before thy face;

O, make us, creatures of thy power,
The children of thy grace.

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7s. M.

J. TAYLOR.

Preparation for Worship.

1 LORD, before thy presence come,
Bow we down with holy fear;
Call our erring footsteps home,
Let us feel that thou art near.

2 Wandering thoughts and languid powers
Come not where devotion kneels;
Let the soul expand her stores,
Glowing with the joy she feels.

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3 At the portals of thine house,
We resign our earth-born cares;
Nobler thoughts our souls engross,
Songs of praise and fervent prayers.

"Hallowed be Thy name."

1 HOLY and reverend is the name
Of our eternal King;

Thrice holy Lord, the angels cry;
Thrice holy, let us sing.

2 The deepest reverence of the mind
Pay, O my soul, to God;
Lift with thy hands a holy heart
To his sublime abode.

3 With sacred awe pronounce his name,
Whom words nor thoughts can reach ;
A broken heart shall please him more
Than the best forms of speech.

4 Thou holy God! preserve my soul
From all pollution free;

The pure in heart are thy delight,
And they thy face shall see.

30.

S. M.

URWICK'S COLL.

Pleasures of Spiritual Worship.

1 How sweet to bless the Lord,

And in his praises join,

With saints his goodness to record,
And sing his power divine!

2 These seasons of delight
The dawn of glory seem,
Like rays of pure, celestial light,
Which on our spirits beam.

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3 0, blest assurance this;
Bright morn of heavenly day;
Sweet foretaste of eternal bliss,
That cheers the pilgrim's way.

4 Thus may our joys increase,
Our love more ardent grow,
While rich supplies of Jesus' grace
Refresh our souls below.

C. M.

God present in the Sanctuary.

1 My soul, how lovely is the place
To which thy God resorts!

'Tis heaven to see his smiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.

WATTS

2 There the great Monarch of the skies
His saving power displays;
And light breaks in upon our eyes
With kind and quickening rays.

3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove
Descends and fills the place,

While Christ reveals his wondrous love,
And sheds abroad his grace.

4 There, mighty God, thy words declare
The secrets of thy will;

And still we seek thy mercy there,
And sing thy praises still.

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C. M.

PRATT'S COLL.

A Blessing sought.

1 AGAIN our earthly cares we leave,
And to thy courts repair;
Again, with joyful feet we come
To meet our Saviour here.