5 Then place them in thine everlasting gardens, Where angels walk, and seraphs are the wardens;

Where every flower escaped through death's dark portal,

Becomes immortal.

1 GREAT God, and wilt thou condescend
To be my Father and my Friend?
I but a child, and thou so high,
The Lord of earth, and air, and sky?

2 Art thou my Father? Canst thou bear
To hear my poor, imperfect prayer,
Or stoop to listen to the praise
That such a little one can raise ?

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3 Art thou my Father? Let me be
A meek, obedient child to thee,
And try, in every deed and thought,
To serve and please thee as I ought.
4 Art thou my Father? I'll depend
Upon the care of such a Friend,
And only wish to do and be
Whatever seemeth good to thee..

5 Art thou my Father? Then, at last,
When all my days on earth are past,
Send down, and take me, in thy love,
To be thy better child above.

Guide us in Life and Death.

1 GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven!

Feed me till I want no more.

2 Open now the crystal fountains
Whence the living waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,

Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliverer!

Be thou still my strength and shield.

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.

720. P. M.

Hear our Prayer.

1 HEAR, Father, hear our prayer! Thou who art Pity where sorrow prevaileth, Thou who art Safety when mortal help faileth, Strength to the feeble, and Hope to despair, Hear, Father, hear our prayer!

2 Hear, Father, hear our prayer!

Wandering unknown in the land of the stranger, Be with all travellers in sickness or danger, Guard thou their path, guide their feet from the

snare:

Hear, Father, hear our prayer!

3 Hear, Father, hear our prayer!

Still thou the tempest, night's terrors revealing, In lightning flashing, in thy thunder pealing; Save thou the shipwrecked, the voyager spare: Hear, Father, hear our prayer!

4 Hear thou the poor that cry!

Feed thou the hungry, and lighten their sorrow, Grant them the sunshine of hope for the morrow: They are thy children, their trust is on high : Hear thou the poor that cry!

5 Dry thou the mourner's tear! Heal thou the wounds of time-hallowed affection: Grant to the widow and orphan protection; Be in their trouble a friend ever near: Dry thou the mourner's tear!

6 Hear, Father, hear our prayer! Long hath thy goodness our footsteps attended; Be with the pilgrim whose journey is ended; When, at thy summons, for death we prepare, Hear, Father, hear our prayer!

721.

L. M. WATTS.

Danger of Earthly Joys.

1 I SEND the joys of earth away; Away, ye tempters of the mind, False as the smooth deceitful sea,

And empty as the whistling wind. 2 Your streams were floating me along, Down to the gulf of black despair; And whilst I listened to your song, Your streams had e'en conveyed me there.

3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,

That warned me of that dark abyss; That drew me from those treacherous seas, And bade me seek superior bliss.

4 Now to the shining realms above

I stretch my hands, and glance my eyes; O for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies!

5 There from the bosom of my God,
Oceans of endless pleasures roll;
There would I fix my last abode,
And drown the sorrows of my soul.

1 I WORSHIP thee, sweet will of God!
And all thy ways adore,
And every day I live I seem

To love thee more and more.

2 Thou wert the end, the blesséd rule
Of Jesus' toils and tears;

Thou wert the passion of his heart
Those three and thirty years.

3 And he hath breathed into my soul
A special love of thee,
A love to lose my will in his,
And by that loss be free.

4 When obstacles and trials seem
Like prison walls to be,

I do the little I can do,

And leave the rest to thee.

5 And when it seems no chance or change
From grief can set me free,

Hope finds its strength in helplessness,
And gayly waits on thee.

6 Man's weakness, waiting upon God,
Its end can never miss;

For men on earth no work can do
More angel-like than this.

7 He always wins who sides with God;
To him no chance is lost;

God's will is sweetest to him when
It triumphs at his cost.

723. P. M.

ANONYMOUS.

Lead Thou me on.

1 LEAD, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on!

The night is dark, and I am far from home; Lead thou me on!

Keep thou my feet: I do not ask to see

The distant scene; one step enough for me.

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