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2 For ever hallow'd be thy name

By all beneath the skies ;
And may thy kingdom still advance,

Till grace to glory rise.
3 A grateful homage may we yield,

With hearts resign’d to thee;
And as in heav’n thy will is done,

On earth so let it be.

4 From day to day we humbly own

The hand that feeds us still ;
Give us our bread, and teach to rest

Contented in thy will.
5 Our sins before thee we confess;

O may they be forgiv'n!
As we to others mercy show,

We mercy beg from heav'n.
6 Still let thy grace our life direct;

From evil guard our way;
And in temptation's fatal path

Permit us not to stray. 7 For thine the power, the kingdom thine;

All glory's due to thee:
Thine from eternity they were,

And thine shall ever be.

3 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples,

Lord : Familiar, condescending, patient, free,

Come not to sojourn, but abide with me. 4 Come not in terrors, as the King of kings, But kind and good, with healing in thy

wings : Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea; Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with


5 I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's

power? Who like thyself my guide and stay can

be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with


6 I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless,

Ills have ro weight, and tears no bitter


Where is death’s sting? where, grave, thy

victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me. 7 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes, Shine through the gloom, and point me

to the skies,

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's

vain shadows flee! In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.


8. 7. Vienna? Italian Hymn. 1 Love divine, all loves excelling,

Joy of heaven, to earth come down; Fix in us thy humble dwelling,

· All thy faithful mercies crown:
Jesus, thou art all compassion;

Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Visit us with thy salvation;

Enter every trembling heart. 2 Come, almighty to deliver,

Let us all thy grace receive;
Suddenly return, and never,

Never more, thy temples leave;
Thee we would be always blessing;

Serve thee as thy hosts above;
Pray, and praise thee, without ceasing,

Glory in thy perfect love.
3 Finish, then, thy new creation,

Pure and spotless let us be;
Let us see our whole salvation,

Perfectly secured by thee:

Changed from glory into glory,

Till in heaven we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise !


6 lines. Eaton-Morning Star-Carey's. 1 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive


Has trembled with each note of woe;
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow;
Behold the precious balm is found

That lulls thy pain and heals thy wound. 2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed;

Unburden here thy weighty load;
Here find thy refuge and thy rest,
Safe in the mercy of thy God :
God is thy Saviour; glorious word!

O hear, believe, and bless the Lord.
3 As spring the winter-day the night,-

Peace, sorrow's gloom shall chase away;
And holy joy, a seraph bright,
Shall tend thy steps, and near thee stay;
While glory waves the immortal crown,
And waits to claim thee for her own.

Then shall we know, and taste, and feel

The joys that cannot be expressed. 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength,

Make our enlarged souls possess,
And learn the height, and breadth, and

Of thine immeasurable grace.
3 Now to the God whose power can do

More than our thoughts or wishes know,
Be everlasting honours done,
By all the church, through Christ his Son.




Gibeon (No. 295, in The Psalmist," edited by

Vincent Novello.)

1 Abide with me, fast falls the eventide: The darkness thickens : Lord, with me

abide, When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, O abide with me. 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass

away; Change and decay in all around I see: O thou who changest not, abide with me.

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