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But Thou hast needy brethren here,

Partakers of Thy grace,
Whose humble names Thou wilt confess

Before Thy Father's face.

3 In their sad accents of distress

Thy pleading voice is heard,
In them Thou mayst be clothed and fed,

And visited and cheered.

4 Thy face, with reverence and with love,

We in Thy poor would see,
For while we minister to them,

We do it, Lord, to Thee.

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O HOLY Lord, content to live

In a poor home, a lowly child,
And in subjection meek to give

Obedience to Thy mother mild !


Lead every child that bears Thy Name

To walk in Thy pure upright way,
To dread the touch of sin and shame,

And humbly, like Thyself, obey.

3 O let not this world's scorching glow

Thy Spirit's quickening dew efface,
Nor blast of sin too rudely blow,

And quench the trembling flame of grace. 4 Gather Thy lambs within Thine arm,

And gently in Thy bosom bear ;
Keep them, O Lord, from hurt and harm,

And bid them rest for ever there !

5 So shall they, waiting here below,

Like Thee, their Lord, a little span,
In wisdom and in stature grow,
And favour both with God and man.

W. W. How.


SHEPHERD of Israel, from above

Thy feeble flock behold;
And let us never lose Thy love,

Nor wander from Thy fold.


Thou wilt not cast Thy lambs away ;

Thy hand is ever near,
To guide them lest they go astray,

And keep them safe from fear.

3 Thy tender care supports the weak,

And will not let them fall;
Then teach us, Lord, Thy praise to speak,

And on Thy Name to call.

4 We want Thy help, for we are frail ;

Thy light, for we are blind;
Let grace o'er all our doubts prevail,

To prove that Thou art kind.

5 Teach us the things we ought to know ;

And may we find them true;
And still, in stature as we grow,

Increase in wisdom too.

6 Guide us through life ; and when at last

We enter into rest,
Thy tender arms around us cast,
And fold us to Thy breast. Amen.

W. H. Bathurst.

In time of Trouble.


ALMIGHTY Lord, before Thy throne

Thy mourning people bend,
For on Thy pardoning grace alone

Our prostrate hopes depend.

2 Dire judgments from Thy heavy hand

Thy dreadful power display ;
Yet mercy spares our guilty land,

And still we live to pray.

3 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,

By thy subduing grace ;
So shall our hearts obey Thy word,

And we shall see Thy face.
4. If famine, plague, or foes invade,

We shall not sink in fear,
Secure of all-sufficient aid,

When God, our God, is near.



GOD of our life, to Thee we call,
Afflicted at Thy feet we fall ;
When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not our trembling hearts to fail.
Friend of the friendless and the faint,
Where shall we pour our deep complaint?
Where but with Thee, Whose open door

Invites the helpless and the poor? 3 Did ever sinner plead with Thee,

And Thou reject his lowly plea ?
Does not Thy word still fixed remain,

That none shall seek Thy face in vain ? 4 Then hear, O Lord, our humble cry,

And bend on us Thy pitying eye:
To Thee their prayer Thy people make,
Hear us, for our Redeemer's sake. Amen.

W. Cowper. *

In time of War.


O GOD of love, O King of peace !
Make wars throughout the world to cease:
The wrath of sinful man restrain ;

Give peace, O God, give peace again ! 2 Remember, Lord, Thy works of old,

The wonders that our fathers told;
Remember not our sins' dark stain ;
Give peace, O God, give peace again !

3 Whom shall we trust but Thee, O Lord?

Where rest but on Thy faithful word ?
None ever called on Thee in vain ;

Give peace, O God, give peace again! 4 Where saints and angels dwell above,

All hearts are knit in holy love;
O bind us in that heavenly chain;
Give peace, O God, give peace again! Amen.


Day of Thanksgiving.


Psalm CIV.

O WORSHIP the King, all glorious above :
O gratefully sing His power and His love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendour, and girded with praise.
O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, Whose canopy space ;
His chariots of wrath, deep thunder-clouds

And dark is His path on the wings of the

storm. 3 (Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ?

It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the

plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.) 4 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,

In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail :
Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end !
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend !

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