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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.



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 !

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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

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!


5 O measureless Might! ineffable Love !

While angels delight to hymn Thee above,
The humbler creation, tho' feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall lisp to Thy praise.

Sir R. Grant.



Psalm C.
I BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Ye nations bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone,

He can create, and He destroy.
His sovereign power without our aid

Made us of clay, and formed us men ;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,

He brought us to His fold again.
3 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heavens our voices raise,
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 4 Wide as the world is Thy command,

Vast as eternity Thy love;
Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand

When rolling years have ceased to move.

5* To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom earth and heaven adore,
Be glory, as it was of old
Is now, and shall be evermore. Amen.

1. Watts, *



LORD God, we worship Thee !
In loud and happy chorus,

We praise Thy love and power,
Whose goodness reigneth o'er us !
Since golden Peace, O Lord,

Thou grantest us to see,
Our land with one accord,

Lord God, gives thanks to Thee !


Lord God, we worship Thee !
Thou didst indeed chastise us,

Yet still Thy anger spares,
And still Thy mercy tries us ;
Once more our Father's hand

Doth bid our sorrows flee,
And Peace rejoice our land ;

Lord God, we worship Thee !


Lord God, we worship Thee !
And pray Thee, who hast blest us,

That we may live in peace,
And none henceforth molest us ;
O crown us with Thy love ;

Fulfil our cry to Thee,
O Father, grant our prayer ;
Lord God, we worship Thee !

7. Franck. C. Winkworth. (tr.)

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