WILMOT. 8. 7.

C. M. von Weber. 1820.

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14. Redeeming Love.

Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken; FATHER, source of every blessing,

Worlds his mighty voice obeyed: Tune my heart to grateful lays:

Laws, which never can be broken, Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

For their guidance he hath made. Call for ceaseless

songs of praise. Praise the Lord, for he is glorious ; Teach me some melodious measure, Never shall his promise fail :

Sung by raptured saints above; God hath made his saints victorious ; Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,

Sin and death shall not prevail. While I sing redeeming love.

Praise the God of our salvation ; Thou didst seek me when a stranger, Hosts on high his power proclaim ; Wandering from the fold above;

Heaven and earth, and all creation, Thou, to save my soul from danger, Praise and magnify his name. Didst redeem me with thy love.

John Kempthorne. 1810. By thy hand restored, defended,

The Benediction of Peace.
Safe through life thus far I've come :
Safe, O Lord! when life is ended,

FATHER, give thy benediction,
Bring me to my heavenly home.

Give thy peace, before we part; Robinson. Still our minds with truth's conviction,

Calm with trust each anxious heart. 15.

Praise the Lord. PRAISE the Lord; ye heavens, adore him ; Let thy voice, with sweet commanding,

Praise him, angels, in the height; Bid our griefs and struggles end : Sun and moon, rejoice before him ; Peace which passeth understanding Praise him, all ye stars of light.

On our waiting spirits send.

Aaon.

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17. Supplication.

The common home of rich and poor, Great God, the followers of thy Son, Of bond and free, and great and small; We bow before thy mercy-seat,

Large as thy love for everinore, To worship thee, the Holy One,

And warm and bright and good to all. And pour our wishes at thy feet.

And dwell thou with us in this place, Oh, grant thy blessing here to-day! Thou and thy Christ, to guide and bless! Oh, give thy people joy and peace ! Here make the well-springs of thy grace The tokens of thy love display,

Like fountains in the wilderness. And favor that shall never cease.

May thy whole truth be spoken here; We seek the truth which Jesus brought ; Thy gospel light for ever shine ; His path of light we long to tread;

Thy perfect love cast out all fear, Here be his holy doctrines taught,

And human life become divine. And here their purest influence shed.

Robert Collyer. 1873. May faith and hope and love abound;

Close of the Service. Our sins and errors be forgiven;

COME, Christians, brethren, ere we part, And we, in thy great day, be found

Join every voice and every heart;
Children of God and heirs of heaven!

One solemn hymn to God we raise,
H. Ware, Jr.

One final song of grateful praise.
Invocation.
UNTO thy temple, Lord, we come Christians, we here may meet no more,
With thankful hearts to worship thee; But there is yet a happier shore;
And pray that this may be our home And there, released from toil and pain,
Until we touch eternity :-

Soon, brethren, we may meet again. 8

Henry Kirke White. 1806.

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18.

Come, Holy Spirit, like the fire,

Lord of all life, below, above,
With burning zeal our souls inspire; Whose light is truth, whose warmth is
Come, like the south wind, breathing balm, Before thy ever-blazing throne [love!
Our joys refresh, our passions calm ; We ask no lustre of our own.

Come like the sun's enlightening beam; Grant us thy truth to make us free,
Come like the cooling, cleansing stream; And kindling hearts that burn for thee,
With all thy graces present be:

Till all thy living altars claim
Spirit of God, we wait for thee.

One holy light, one heavenly flame.
William Lindsay Alexander. 1849.

O. W. Holmes, 1860.

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God with us.

Not now on Zion's height alone
O God, whose presence glows in all Thy favored worshipper may dwell ;
Within, around us, and above !

Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Thy word we bless, thy name we call, Sat weary by the patriarch's well.
Whose word is Truth, whose name is
Love.

From every place below the skies,
That truth be with the heart believed

The grateful song, the fervent prayer Of all who seek this sacred place;

The incense of the heart — may rise With power proclaimed, in peace re

To heaven, and find acceptance there. ceived,

O Thou to whom, in ancient time, Our spirits' light, thy Spirit's grace.

The lyre of prophet-bards was strung!-That love its holy influence pour,

To thee, at last, in every clime, To keep us meek and make us free, Shall temples rise, and praise be sung. And throw its binding blessing more

John Pierpont. 1824
Round each with all, and all with thee.
Send down its angel to our side ;

Close of Worship,
Send in its calm upon the breast : Ere to the world again we go,
For we would know no other guide, Its pleasures, cares, and idle show,
And we can need no other rest.

Thy grace once more, O God, we crave,

N. L. Frothingham. From folly and from sin to save. 23

Universal Worship.
O Thou to whom, in ancient time, Oh may the influence of this day
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Long as our memory with us stay,
Whom kings adored in song sublime, And as an angel guardian prove,
And prophets praised with glowing To guide us to our home above !

tongue !

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Anon.

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ROCKINGHAM. (ENGLISH.] L. M.

Edward Miller. 1807.

25. Come, Holy Spirit.

26.

Prayer for the Spirit of God.
Thou Source divine of life and light, SPIRIT of Truth, who makest bright
Whose beams disperse the shades of night! All souls that long for heavenly light,
Oh, show us, Lord of light and grace, Appear, and on my darkness shine;
The brightness of thy loving face. Descend, and be my Guide divine.
Come, holy Sun of heavenly love, Spirit of Power, whose might doth dwell
Come in thy radiance from above, Full in the souls thou lovest well,
And to our inward hearts convey Unto this fainting heart draw near,
Thy Holy Spirit's cloudless ray.

And be my daily Quickener.
Wilt thou our actions deign to bless, Spirit of Joy, who makest glad
And loose the bonds of wickedness; Each broken heart by sin made sad,
From sudden falls our feet defend, Pour on this mourning soul thy cheer ;
And guide us safely to the end.

Give me to bless my Comforter.
May faith, deep rooted in the soul, O tender Spirit, who dost mourn
Subdue our flesh, our minds control; Whene'er from thee thy people turn,
May guile depart, and discord cease, Give me each day to grieve thee less;
And all within be joy and peace.

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