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2 Him, in whom they move and live,
Let the race of creatures sing;
Glory to their Maker give,
Humblest homage to their King;
Hallow'd be His Name beneath :
As in heaven, on earth ador'd:
Praise the Lord in every breath;
Every creature praise the Lord.

113. The house of prayer. Luke xix. 46.

1 O LORD our God, thy people hear, Thy presence now display;

C. M.

May this be call'd " a house of prayer !" O grant us hearts to pray!

2 Within these walls let holy peace,
And love and concord dwell;

Here give the wounded conscience ease,
The wounded spirit heal.

3 Blest Saviour! Zion's holy King, Enter with all thy train;

And here thy choicest blessings bring, And long may they remain.

4 The feeling heart, the melting eye,
The humbled mind bestow;

And shine upon us from on high,
To make our graces grow.

5 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith present our prayers,

And in the

presence of our Lord,

Unbosom all our cares.

6 And may the Gospel's joyful sound,
Enforc'd by mighty grace,
Awaken many sinners round,
To come and fill the place.

114. God above all blessing and praise. г. L. M.

1 ETERNAL Power! whose high abode
Becomes the majesty of God,

Though far it spreads beyond the bounds
Where stars revolve their little rounds,
Not heaven thy presence can contain,
Nor heaven of heavens thy power restrain.
Thee while the first archangel sings,
He veils his face beneath his wings.

2 Lord! what shall earth and ashes do?
We would adore our Maker too:
Meek on our knees to Thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High!
Earth from afar hath heard thy fame,
And babes have learnt to lisp thy name;
But oh! the glories of thy mind
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.

I

115.

The dying Christian.

P. M.

1 VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, oh quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.
2 Hark! they whisper; angels say,
"Sister spirit, come away."-
What is this absorbs me quite ;
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
3 The world recedes; it disappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring:

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave! where is thy victory?

O Death! where is thy sting?

116.

National Hymn. (4. 8. & 4. 7.)

1 LORD of heaven, and earth, and ocean!
Hear us from thy bright abode;
While our hearts, with deep devotion,
Own their great and gracious God.
Now with joy we come before Thee,
Now thy countless mercies sing:
Lord of life, and strength, and glory,
Guard thy church, and guide our king.

2 Health, and every needful blessing,
Are Thy bounteous gifts alone;
Comforts undeserv'd possessing,
Bend we low before Thy throne:
Lisping youth, mid' age, and hoary,
Their united tribute bring:
Lord of life, and light, and glory!
Shield our isle, and save our king.

3 Thee, with humble adoration,

Lord we praise, for mercies past;
Strength of this most favour'd nation,
May thy mercies ever last.
May our sons appear before Thee,
In thy church thy praise to sing:
Lord of life, and light, and glory!
Bless thy people,-bless our king.

117.

Before Sermon.

L. M.

[From the Collect for the Second Sunday in Advent.]

1 WHEN, Lord! Thou didst from heaven

descend

To seek and save our guilty race,

At thy first coming thou didst send
A messenger before thy face.

2 Hark! through the desert there is heard
A warning voice, Prepare the way!
Lo! Israel's Saviour hath appear'd!
Now beams the dawn of heavenly day.

3 Repent, repent, the Baptist cries, Make straight your paths, your Saviour see, Behold the Lamb of God, who dies

A captive world from sin to free.

4 Oh! with like faith and zeal may they,
To whom the charge of souls is given,
Make known thy name, prepare thy way,
And guide our souls to peace and heaven!

5 Change now the disobedient heart,
The wisdom of the just now give,
Speak, that we may from sin depart;
Speak, Lord, and bid thy servants live.

6 Then when at last the' archangel's voice
Shall call the sleeping dead to light,
Oh! may thy servants all rejoice,
And find acceptance in thy sight.

118.

Praise to Christ. (4. 7.)

1 BRETHREN! let us join to bless
Christ, the Lord, our Righteousness:
Let our praise to Him be given,
High at God's right hand in heaven.

2 Son of God! to Thee we bow,
Thou art Lord, and only Thou :
Thou the blessed Virgin's Seed,
Glory of thy Church, and Head.

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