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All may of thee partake;
Nothing so small can be

But draws, when acted for thy sake,
Greatness and worth from thee.

If done beneath thy laws

E'en servile labours shine;

Hallowed is toil, if this the cause;

The meanest work, divine.

609. c. M.

The omnipresence and power of God.

1 THE Lord, our God, is Lord of all!
His station who can find?

I hear him in the water-fall!
I see him in the wind!

2 If in the gloom of night I shroud,
His face I cannot fly:

I see him in the evening cloud
And in the midnight sky.

3 He lives, he reigns in every land,
From winter's polar snows,

To where, across the burning sand,
The blasting meteor glows.

Herbert.

4 He smiles, we live; he frowns,-we die;
We hang upon his word;

He rears his red right arm on high,
And ruin bares his sword.

5 He bids his blasts the fields deform:
Then, when his thunders cease,
He sits, the Ruler of the storm,
And smiles the winds to peace.

H. K. White.

610. 61. L. M.

Prayer for a loving service of God.

1 THEE Would I love, my strength, my tower;
Thee would I love, my joy, my crown;
Thee would I love with all my power
Through all my life, and thee alone!
I thank thee, whose enlivening voice
Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice.

2 Uphold me in the doubtful race,
Nor suffer me again to stray:
Strengthen my feet, with steady pace,
Still to press forward in thy way:
My soul and flesh, O Lord of might!
Replenish with thy heavenly light.

3 Give to mine eyes, repentant tears;
Give to my heart chaste hallowed fires :
Give to my soul, with filial fears,
The love that all heaven's host inspires;
Give me when flesh and heart decay,
With thee to live in endless day.

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611. L. M.

From the German.

'Why stand ye here all the day idle?"

1 THE God of glory walks his round
From day to day, from year to year,
And warns us each with awful sound,
"No longer stand ye idle here!

2 "Ye whose young cheeks are rosy bright,
Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clea
Waste not of hope the morning light!
Ah, fools! why stand ye idle here!

3 "O as the griefs you would assuage That wait on life's declining year, Secure a blessing for your age,

And work your Maker's business here.

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4"And ye whose locks of scanty grey
Foretell latest travail near,
How swiftly fades your wasted day!
And stand ye yet so idle here?”

5 0 thou by all thy works adored,
To whom the sinner's soul is dear!
Recall me to thy vineyard, Lord,
And grant us grace to please thee here!

612. C. M.

Communion of the living and the dead

1 THE saints on earth and those above
But one communion make;

Joined to their Lord in bonds of love,
All of his grace partake.

2 One family, we dwell in him,
One church above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death.

3 One army of the living God
To his command we bow;

Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.

4 O God! be thou our constant guide:

Then, when thy word is given,
Shall death's cold flood its waves divide,
And land us safe in heaven.

Hebe

C. Wesley.

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613. s. M.

The fountain of life.

THE fountain in its source,

No drought of summer fears;

The further it pursues its course,

The nobler it appears.

A scanty, short supply:

The morning sees them amply filled,

At evening they are dry.

O fount of bliss, for thee!

My thirst with living waters slake,

And drink eternity.

614. C. M.

Mme. Guion.

"I am the Way, and the Truth and the Life."

1 THOU art the Way; by thee alone
From sin and death we flee;

And they who would the Father seek,
Must seek him, Lord, by thee.

2 Thou art the Truth; thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;

Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the Life; the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conquering arm,

And those who put their trust in thee,
Nor death nor hell can harm.

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life;
Grant us that Way to know,
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.

615. s. M.

God working in the soul.

1 "TIS GOD the Spirit leads In paths before unknown:

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The work to be performed is ours;
The strength is all his own.

Assisted by his grace

We still pursue our way;

And hope at last to reach the prize

Secure in endless day.

'Tis he that works to will,

"Tis he that works to do:

His is the power by which we act,—

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His be the glory too.

616. 61. L. M.

Doane.

Beddome.

Though he slay me, yet will I trust in Him."
1 THOUGH Sorrows rise, and dangers roll
In waves of darkness o'er my soul;
Though friends are false, and love decays,
And few and evil are my days;

Yet e'en in nature's utmost ill,

Thou lov'st me, Lord, thou lov'st me still!
2 Though conscience, fiercest of my foes,
Swells with remembered guilt my woes;
And memory points with busy pain,
To grace and mercy given in vain;
Though every thought has power to kill,
Thou lov'st me, Lord! thou lov'st me still!