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Assist the offerings of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.
Thy hand was still my guard;
Thy mercy stood prepar’d.
Encompass me around;
Hath my Redeemer found.
When to Thy Cross I flee;
To follow only Thee. Amen.
“Behold, He That keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.”—Ps. cxxi 4 113 THE day is past, and still we live ;
To Thee, great God, the praise we give; O, let our hymn, like incense sweet,
Arise before Thy Mercy-Seat.
Thy wrath for all our sins this day,
Still greater ill our souls o’ertake.
When none is near them to befriend;
O Thou That guardest Israel.
From uncreated Brightness drawn,
In lands where foes from troubling cease,
And all is holiness and
And fit us in Thy Light to dwell :
“ The Lord is thy Keeper: the Lord is thy Shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day nor the moon by night.”—Ps. cxxi 5, 6.
114 GLORY to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
O keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own Almighty wings. 2. Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3. Teach me to live, that I
Rise glorious at the awful day.
And inay sweet sleep mine eyelids close e;
To serve my God when I awake.
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
* On the seventh day God ended His work which He had made; and He rested on the SEVENTH DAY from all His work which He had made.”—Gen. ii. 2.
" For he that is entered into his rest, he also hath ceased from his own works, as God did from His."-Heb. iv, 10. 115 0 THOU, Who, when Thou hadst begun
To form the earth and sky,
Laid'st not Thy labour by ;-
The sons of men to save,
It rested in the grave;
Our daily praise we pour,
In these Thy help implore.
Our hearts no labour flee;
The blessing is of Thee.
When out of human sight;
To do with all our might.
When earthly toil is o'er ;
To praise for evermore! Amen.
woly Communion. “ Your fathers did eat manna in the wilderness, and are dead.
“ This is the Bread Which cometh down from heaven, that a man may eat Thereof, and not die."-S. John, vi. 49, 50. 116 LAUD, O Sion, thy Salvation,
Shepherd of His Hock and nation,
High thy choral anthems raise !
Thou canst ne'er express His praise. 2. Richest Theme of glad thanksgiving, Bread of life, Bread ever living,
Is to-day before thee set;
In the Holy Supper met.
His Memorial to our eyes ;
1 Cor. xi.
To the children only given;
And the manna rained from Heaven! 5. Jesu, Shepherd, Who dost lead us,
Bread That dost so truly feed us,
Unto us Thy fulness give;
To the land of them that live.
Long as lasts our earthly day,
“For My Flesh is meat indecd, and My Blood is drink in* deed."-S. John, vi. 55 117 BREAD of heaven, on Thee we feed,
For Thy Flesh is meat indeed;
Through the life of Him Who died. 2. Vine of heaven ! Thy Blood supplies
This blest cup of Sacrifice;
Grafted, rooted, built in Thee. 3. Praise and honour without end
God the Father's Name attend;