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3 As our steps are drawing nearer
To the place we call our home,
May our view of heaven grow clearer,
Hope more bright of joys to come;
And, when dying,

May Thy presence cheer the gloom.

Psalm 91.

KEEP us, Lord, oh keep us ever;

Vain our hope, if left by Thee;

We are Thine; oh, leave us never,
Till Thy glorious face we see :
Then to praise Thee

Through a bright eternity.

2 Precious is Thy word of promise,
Precious to Thy people here;
Never take Thy presence from us,
Jesus, Saviour, still be near:
Living, dying,

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May Thy name our spirits cheer.

8s, 7s, & 4

7s, D.

PART in peace, Christ's life was peace;

Let us live our life in Him:

Part in peace, Christ's death was peace;
Let us die our death in Him:
Part in peace, Christ promise gave
Of a life beyond the grave,
Where all mortal partings cease:
Brethren, sisters, part in peace!

THOU

HOU who art enthroned above,
Thou in whom we live and move,

Good it is with joyful tongue
To resound Thy praise in song:

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When the morning paints the skies,
When the sparkling stars arise,
All Thy favors to rehearse,
And give thanks in grateful verse.

2 Sweet the day of sacred rest,
When devotion fires the breast,
When we dwell within Thy house,
Hear Thy gospel, pay our vows,
Songs to heaven's high mansion raise,
Fill Thy courts with songs of praise,
And in psalms and hymns proclaim
Honors to Thy glorious Name.

3 From Thy works our joys arise,
O Thou only good and wise;
Who Thy wonders can express?
All Thy thoughts are fathomless:
Warm our hearts with sacred fire,
And with songs of praise inspire;
All our powers with all their might
Ever in Thy praise unite.

H, from earthly cares set free,
Let us find our rest in Thee;
May our toils and conflicts cease
In the calm of Sabbath peace;
That Thy people here below
Something of the bliss may know,
Something of the rest and love,
In the Sabbath home above.

2 From beyond the grave's dark night,
What mild radiance meets my sight!

Softly stealing on the ear,

What strange music do I hear!

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'Tis the golden crown on high,
'Tis the chorus of the sky!
Lord, Thy sinful child prepare
For a place and portion there.

L. M.

HOW sweet to leave the world awhile,
And seek the presence of our Lord;
Dear Saviour, on Thy people smile,
According to Thy faithful word.

2 From busy scenes we now retreat,
That we may here converse with Thee ;
O Lord, behold us at Thy feet ;
Let this the gate of heavén be.

3 “Chief of ten thousand," now appear,
That we, by faith, may view Thy face;
Oh speak, that we Thy voice may hear,
And let Thy presence fill the place.

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L. M.

KINDRED in Christ, for His dear sake

A hearty welcome here receive

May we together now partake
The joys which only He can give.

2 To you and us by grace is given

To know the Saviour's precious Name;
And shortly we shall meet in heaven,
Our hope, our way, our end the same.

3 May He by whose kind care we meet
Send His good Spirit from above,
Make our communications sweet,
And cause our hearts to burn with love.

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4 Forgotten be each earthly theme,
When Christians see each other thus ;
We only wish to speak of Him

Who lived, and died, and reigns for us.

5 We'll talk of all He did and said
And suffered for us here below;
The path He marked for us to tread,
And what He's doing for us now.

6 Thus, as the moments pass away,
We'll love, and wonder, and adore;
And hasten on the glorious day,
When we shall meet to part no more.

COME

“OME, dearest Lord, descend and dwell,
By faith and love, in every breast;
Then shall we know, and taste, and feel
The joys that cannot be expressed.

2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, Make our enlargéd souls possess,

L.M.

And learn the height, and breadth, and length
Of Thine unmeasurable grace.

3 Now to the God whose power can do

More than our thoughts and wishes know, Be everlasting honors done,

By all the church, through Christ the Son.

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Holy Baptism.

UR children Thou dost claim,

OUR

O Lord, our God, as Thine:

Ten thousand blessings to Thy name
For goodness so divine!

2 Thee let the fathers own,

Thee let the sons adore,

Joined to the Lord in solemn vows
To be forgot no more.

3 How great Thy mercies, Lord!
How plenteous is Thy grace,
Which, in the promise of Thy love,
Includes our rising race.

4 Our offspring, still Thy care,

Shall own their fathers' God,
To latest times Thy blessings share,
And sound Thy praise abroad.

S. M.

S. M.

2 These children of our love,
In mercy Thou hast given,
That we through grace may faithful prove
In training them for heaven.

3 Oh grant Thy Spirit, Lord,
Their hearts to sanctify;

Remember now Thy gracious word

Our hopes on Thee rely.