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3 Endue the creatures with Thy grace,
That shall adorn Thy dwelling-place ;
4 To Thee they all pertain ; to Thee
The treasures of the earth and sea;
5 The heads that guide endue with skill :
The hands that work preserve from ill;
6 Both now and ever, Lord, protect
The temple of Thine own elect;
.' 7. M. Neale.
Consecration of a Church.
Angulare Fundamentum. i CHRIST is made the sure Foundation
And the precious Corner-stone ;
Binds them closely into one ;
And her confidence alone.
2 All that dedicated City
Dearly loved by God on high,
Pours perpetual melody:
3 To this Temple, where we call Thee,
Come, O Lord of Hosts, to-day !
Hear Thy servants as they pray:
Shed within these walls for aye.
4 Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants,
What they supplicate, to gain :
Those good things their prayers obtain ;
With Thy blessèd ones to reign.
5 Laud and honour to the Father,
Laud and honour to the Son,
Ever Three and ever One:
Here to meet for praise and prayer ! 2 Let the living here be fed
With Thy Word, the heavenly bread;
May the dead be laid to rest ! 3 Here to Thee a temple stand
While the sea shall gird the land !
While the sun and moon endure ! 4 Hallelujah! earth and sky
To the joyful sound reply !
[Home. 323. SOLDIERS of the Cross, arise,
with your armour bright;
Hard the battle ye must fight.
Raise your banner in the sky;
Bear it onward, lift it high.
3 'Mid the homes of want and woe,
Strangers to the living Word,
Let the voice of hope be heard.
4 Where the shadows deepest lie,
Carry truth's unsullied ray ;
There the saving sign display.
5 To the weary and the worn
Tell of realms where sorrows cease ;
Speak of mercy and of peace.
6 Guard the helpless, seek the strayed,
Comfort trouble, banish grief;
Scatter sin and unbelief.
7 Be the banner still unfurled,
Bear it bravely still abroad,
W. W. How.
[Foreign. FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Roll down their golden sand,
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
Their land from error's chain.
What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ;
And only man is vile ?
The gifts of God are strown;
Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
The lamp of life deny ?
The joyful sound proclaim,
Has learnt Messiah's Name.
4 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
It spreads from pole to pole ;
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Bp. R. Heber.