SILVER STREET. S. M. F Isaac Smith. 1770. 向 Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies, And on thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies. The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps I follow where my Father leads, And he supports my steps. 65. Isaac Watts. 1719. Call to Worship. Ps. xcv. COME, Sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. He formed the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. Come, worship at his throne, We are his work, and not our own; When midnight veils our eyes, I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord, 68. Assisted by his grace, We still pursue our way; And hope at last to reach the prize, Secure in endless day. 'Tis he that works to will; 'Tis he that works to do: His is the power by which we act; His be the glory too. 69. Christian Psalmist The Fountain of Living Waters. — Jer. ii. 13. THE fountain in its source No drought of summer fears; The farther it pursues its course, The nobler it appears. But shallow cisterns yield A scanty, short supply; James Montgomery. 1853. The morning sees them amply filled; God working in the Soul. "TIS God the spirit leads. In paths before unknown: The work to be performed is ours ; The strength is all his own. 28 At evening they are dry. The cisterns I forsake, O Fount of Life, for thee; My thirst with living waters slake, And drink eternity. THIS is the day of light! Let there be light to-day; O dayspring, rise upon our night, This is the day of rest! Our failing strength renew; This is the day of peace! Bid thou the blasts of discord cease, This is the day of prayer! Let earth to heaven draw near: Lift up our hearts to seek thee there; Come down to meet us here. This is the first of days! Send forth thy quickening breath, And wake dead souls to love and praise, O Lord of life and death! John Ellerton. 1867. The Lord's Prayer. OUR heavenly Father, hear The prayer we offer now! Thy name be hallowed far and near, To thee all nations bow. Thy kingdom come; thy will Our daily bread supply, The guilt of our iniquity From dark temptation's power Deliver in the evil hour, And guide us to the end. Thine, then, for ever be The sceptre, throne, and majesty |