HYMNS.

THE LAMB OF GOD WORSHIPPED BY ALL THE

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CREATION.

'OME let us join our cheerful songs

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With angels round the throne;

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus ;"

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For He was slain for us."

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and power divine;

And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise.

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5 The whole creation join in one
To bless the sacred name
Of Him who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

Watts.

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WALKING WITH GOD.

OY faith in Christ I walk with God, With heaven, my journey's end, in view; Supported by His staff and rod,

My road is safe and pleasant too.

2 I travel through a desert wide,

Where many round me blindly stray;
But He vouchsafes to be my guide,
And will not let me miss my way.

3 Though snares and dangers throng my path,
And earth and hell my course withstand;
I triumph over all by faith,

Guarded by His Almighty hand.

4 The wilderness affords no food, But God for my support prepares; Provides me every needful good,

And frees my soul from wants and cares.

5 With Him sweet converse I maintain,
Great as He is, I dare be free ;.

I tell Him all my grief and pain,
And He reveals His love to me.

6 Some cordial from His word He brings,
Whene'er my feeble spirit faints;
At once my soul revives and sings,
And yields no more to sad complaints.

7 I pity all that worldlings talk,

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Of pleasures that will quickly end;
Be this my choice, O Lord, to walk

With thee, my Guide, my Guard, my Friend.
Newton.

"GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD."

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AY by day the manna fell;

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Oh, to learn this lesson well!

Still by constant mercy fed,
Give me, Lord, my daily bread.
2 Day by day the promise reads,
Daily strength for daily needs;
Cast foreboding fears away,
Take the manna of to-day.

3 Thou my daily task shall give;
Day by day to Thee I'd live :
So shall added years fulfil,
Not my own-my Father's will.

HYMN.

Conder.

LORD, teach us how to pray aright,

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

2 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 Burdened with guilt, convinced of sin,
In weakness, want, and woe;
Fightings without, and fears within,
Lord, whither shall we go?

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

5 Faith in the only sacrifice,
That can for sin atone,

To raise our hopes, and fix our eyes,
On Christ, and Christ alone.

PEACE OF MIND.

HOU hidden love of God whose height,

I see from far Thy beauteous light;
In secret sigh for Thy repose;
My heart is pain'd, nor can it be
At rest, till it find rest in Thee.

2 Thy secret voice invites me still
The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove ;
And fain I would; but though my will
Seems fix'd, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hind'rances strew all the way,

I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.

3 'Tis mercy all that Thou hast brought,
My soul to seek its peace in Thee;
Yet while I seek, but find Thee not,
No peace that wandering soul shall see.
Oh! when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to Jesus tend?

4 Is there a thing beneath the sun,

That strives with Thee my heart to share?
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there.
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in Thee.

5 Each moment draw from earth away
My heart, that lowly waits Thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say,
"I am thy love, thy God, thy all."
To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice,
To taste Thy love, be all my choice.

Wesley.

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SERVING THE LORD.

'Tin this life's little day;

IS sweet to work for Jesus,

To spread around the joyful sound,"
As those forgiven may;
To tell His loving-kindness,

His promises so true;

To urge the young, that they may come,
And trust this Saviour too.

2 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus,

For Him who loved, and gave,
Himself for us, an offering thus
Our ruined souls to save.
Glad service we would render
For grace so rich and free;

Yet, Lord, we mourn, that we have borne,
So little fruit to Thee.

3 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus,
Be this our one desire,

Our purpose still to do His will,
Whatever He require.

No action is too lowly,

No work of love too small;
If Christ but lead, we may indeed
Well follow such a call.