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4 So shall the bright succession run,
Through the last courses of the sun;
While unborn Churches, by their care,
Shall rise and flourish, large and fair.

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5* Praise God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.
P. Doddridge.

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POUR out Thy Spirit from on high,

Lord, Thine ordainèd servants bless;

Graces and gifts to each supply,

And clothe Thy priests with righteousness.

Within Thy temple when they stand,
To teach the truth as taught by Thee,
Saviour, like stars in Thy right hand,
Let all Thy Church's pastors be.

3 Wisdom, and zeal, and love impart,

Firmness with meekness from above,
To bear Thy people on their heart,
And love the souls whom Thou dost love:

4 To love, and pray, and never faint,

By day and night strict guard to keep,
To warn the sinner, cheer the saint,
Nourish Thy lambs, and feed Thy sheep.

5 Then, when their work is finished here, May they in hope their charge resign; When the chief Shepherd shall appear, O God, may they in glory shine. Amen. 7. Montgomery.*

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Rogation Days.

285.

LORD, in Thy Name Thy servants plead,

And Thou hast sworn to hear;

Thine is the harvest, Thine the seed,
The spring and falling year.

Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild,
We trusted, Lord, with Thee :

And still, now Spring has on us smiled,
We wait on Thy decree.

3 The former and the latter rain,
The Summer sun and air,

The green ear, and the golden grain,
All Thine, are ours by prayer.

4 Thine too by right, and ours by grace,
The wondrous growth unseen,

The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace,
The love that shines serene.

5 Grant us Thy blessings so to use

Here in the world below,

That Thee in Thy new heaven and earth

We never may forego. Amen.

J. Keble.

286.

I LORD, teach us how to pray aright,

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With reverence and with fear :
Though dust and ashes in Thy sight,
We may, we must draw near.

We perish if we cease from prayer,
Oh! grant us power to pray,
And when to meet Thee we prepare,
Lord, meet us by the way.

3 God of all grace, we come to Thee,
With broken, contrite hearts;
Give what Thine eye delights to see,
Truth in the inward parts.

4 Give true humility: the sense
Of godly sorrow give;
A strong desiring confidence
To hear Thy voice, and live;

5 Faith in the only Sacrifice
That can for sin atone;

To cast our hopes, and fix our eyes
On Christ, and Christ alone;

6 Patience to watch, and wait, and weep,
Though mercy long delay;

Courage, our fainting souls to keep,
And trust Thee though Thou slay.

7 Give these, and then Thy will be done;
Thus strengthened by Thy might,

We, by Thy Spirit, and Thy Son,
Shall pray, and pray aright. Amen.
7. Montgomery.

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287.

O KING of kings! Thy blessing shed,
On our anointed Sovereign's head;

And, looking from Thy throne in heaven,
Protect the crown Thyself hast given.

Her, for Thy sake, may we obey;
Uphold her right, and love her sway;
Remembering that the powers that be
Are ministers ordained by Thee.

3 By her this favoured nation bless;
To all her counsels give success;
In peace, in war, Thine aid be seen;
Confirm her strength :-O save our Queen!

4 And, oh! when earthly thrones decay,
And earthly kingdoms fade away,
Give her a nobler throne on high,
A crown of immortality. Amen.

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FROM foes that would the land devour,
From guilty pride, and lust of power,
From wild sedition's lawless hour,

From yoke of slavery,

From blinded zeal by faction led,
From giddy change by fancy bred,
From poisonous error's serpent head,

Good Lord, preserve us free.

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Defend, O God, with guardian hand,
The laws and ruler of our land,

And grant our Church Thy grace to stand
In faith and unity.

The Spirit's help of Thee we crave,
That Thou, whose blood was shed to save,
May'st, at Thy second coming, have

A flock to welcome Thee.

Amen. Bp. R. Heber.

Harvest.

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289.

LORD of the harvest! once again
We thank Thee for the ripened grain;
For crops safe carried, sent to cheer
Thy servants through another year;
For all sweet holy thoughts supplied
By seed-time, and by harvest-tide.

The bare dead grain, in autumn sown,
Its robe of vernal green puts on;
Glad from its wintry grave it springs,
Fresh garnished by the King of kings :
So, Lord, to those who sleep in Thee
Shall new and glorious bodies be.

Nor vainly of Thy word we ask
A lesson from the reaper's task;
So shall Thine angels issue forth;
The tares be burnt; the just of earth,
Playthings of sun and storm no more,
Be gathered to their Father's store.

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