2 A little sparrow cannot fall Unnoticed, Lord, by thee; Thou dost take care of me. And when I sin, forgive; To love thee while I live. 264. L. M. Anonymous. Sunday Morning. For af Child. To praise thy name, and hear thy word. 2 O sacred day of peace and joy, Thy hours are ever dear to me; The holy calm I find in thee. For God has given them in his love, 252 CLOSING HYMNS. 265. L. M. Anonymous. Close of Worship. Evening. Its pleasures, cares, and idle show,- From folly and from sin to save. 2 May the great truths we here have heard The lessons of thy holy word — And all our souls from error keep. 3 O, may the influence of this day, Long as our memory, with us stay, 266. L. M. Watts. Praise to God from all Nations. Let the Creator's praise arise; Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word: WATTS. 267. S. M. Watts. Praise from all Nations. 1 Thy name, Almighty Lord, Shall sound through distant lands; Great is thy grace, and sure thy word ; Thy truth forever stands. And long thy praise endure, Shall be exchanged no more. 268. 75 M. COWPER. Hymn of Benediction. Brought the Shepherd of the sheep, All our souls in safety keep. 2 May he teach us to fulfil What is pleasing in his sight; 269. ANONYMOUS. 8 & 7 M. Hymn of Dismission. 1 LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, Hope and comfort from above; Triumph in redeeming love. For thy gospel's joyful sound; In our hearts and lives abound. 270. 8 & 7s M. FAWCETT. Universal Praise. 1 PRAISE to thee, thou great Creator; Praise to thee from every tongue; Join, my soul, with every creature, Join the universal song. 2 For ten thousand blessings given, For the hope of future joy, Sound his praise through earth and heaven; Sound Jehovah's praise on high. BICKERSTETH. 271. 8 & 7s M. BICKERSTETH. Closing Hymn. Through my pilgrimage below, Where thy flock rejoicing go. Meekly kneeling, I implore; Never wander from thee more. 272. P. M. Luther. Luther's Judgment Hymn. The end of things created ! On clouds of glory seated; INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A GLORY gilds the sacred page....... |