605. 7s. M. WILLARD's Col.

Peacemakers are Children of God.
1 Lo, they come from east and west;

Come to enjoy the heavenly rest :
North and south, in bliss complete,

Round the eternal altar meet. 2 Countless host ! how great! how blest !

Wondrous joy, and peace, and rest!
What shall fit us, Lord, for this?

Fit our souls for heavenly bliss ? 3 Peace on earth, and peace alone;

Peace, which makes all churches one;
Peace, the fruit of Christian love,
Fits the soul for peace above.



C. M. Death of Kindred improved. 1 Must friends and kindred drop and die?

Must helpers be withdrawn? While sorrow, with a weeping eye,

Counts up our comforts gone?
2 Be thou our comfort, mighty God,

Our helper and our friend;
Nor leave us, in this dangerous road,

Till all our trials end.
30 may our feet pursue the way

Our pious fathers led !
While love and holy zeal obey

The counsels of the dead.

4 Let us be weaned from all below;

Let hope our grief dispel;
Death will invite our souls to go

Where our best kindred dwell.

607. C. M. CowPER.

Walking with God.
1 O FOR a closer walk with God,

A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb !

2 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their


still ! But they have left an aching void

The world can never fill.

3 Return, O holy Dove, return,

Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,

And drove thee from my breast. 4 The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,

And worship only thee. 5 So shall my walk be close with God,

Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road

That leads me to the Lamb.


608. C. M. WATTS.

Victory over Death. 1 O FOR an overcoming faith,

To cheer my dying hours,
To triumph o'er the monster Death,

And all his frightful powers !
2 Joyful, with all the strength I have,

My quivering lips should sing, “Where is thy boasted victory, grave?

And where the monster's sting?" 3 Now to the God of victory

Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conquerors while we die,

Through Christ, our living Head.

609, 8 & 7s. M.


Closing Hymn. 1 ISRAEL's Shepherd, guide me, feed me,

Through my pilgrimage below,
And beside the waters lead me,

Where thy flock rejoicing go.
2 Lord, thy guardian presence ever,

Meekly kneeling, I implore;
I have found thee, and would never,

Never wander from thee more.





Supplication. 1 Be thou, O God, by night, by day,

My Guide, my Guard from sin, My Life, my Trust, my Light Divine,

To keep me pure within ;-
2 Pure as the air, when day's first light

A cloudless sky illumes,
And active as the lark, that soars

Till heaven shines round its plumes. 3 So may my soul, upon the wings

Of faith, unwearied rise,
Till at the gate of heaven it sings,

Midst light from paradise.



The Sabbath.
1 WE bless thee for this sacred day,

Thou who hast every blessing given,
Which sends the dreams of earth away,
And yields a glimpse of opening heaven.

2 Lord, may thy truth upon the heart

Now fall, and dwell as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start,

Where once the weeds of error grew. 3 We would our prayers with fervor bring,

And lay them at thy sacred throne, And render praise, Ó, Heavenly King, To thee, who praise canst claim alone.


612. L. M. H. WARE, JR.

The Truth as it is in Jesus.
1 Great God, the followers of thy Son,

We bow before thy mercy-seat,
To worship thee, the Holy One,

And pour our wishes at thy feet.
2 0, grant thy blessing here to-day!

0, give thy people joy and peace ! The tokens of thy love display,

And favor that shall never cease.
3 We seek the truth that Jesus brought;

His path of light we long to tread;
Here be his holy doctrines taught,

And here their purest influence shed. 4 May faith and hope and love abound;

Our sins and errors be forgiven;
And we, in thy great day, be found
Children of God, and heirs of heaven.


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