3 His grace through all the desert flows,

An unexhausted stream:
That grace on Zion's sacred mount

Shall be my endless theme.

4 Mingled with all the shining band,

My soul shall there adore;
A pillar in Thy temple fixed,

Which goeth out no more.


WISDOM, whose unfading power

O "Beside the Eternal stood,

To frame, in nature's earliest hour,

The land, the sky, the flood :

2 Yet didst not Thou disdain awhile

An infant form to wear;
To hless Thy mother with a smile,

And lisp Thy faltered prayer.

3 But in Thy Father's own abode,

With Israel's elders round,
Conversing high with Israel's God,

Thy chiefest joy was found.

4 So

may our youth adore Thy name!

And, Saviour, deign to bless
With fostering grace the timid flame

Of early holiness!



HO shall ascend to the holy place,

And stand on the holy hill?
Who shall the boundless realms of space
With shouts of rapture thrill?

For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth !

2 The servants of the Lord are they,

The pure in heart and hand,
For whom the eternal bars give way,
The eternal gates expand !

For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth!

3 Not to the noble, not to the strong,

To the wealthy, or the wise,
Is given a part in that angel-song,
That music of the skies.

For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth

4 But those who in humble and holy fear,

With childlike faith and love, Have served the Lord as their Master here, Shall praise their Lord above.

Hallelujah ! For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth !

5 And chiefly those who in youth to Him

Their morn of life have given, With Cherubim and Seraphim, And all the host of heaven

For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth!
6 Shall stand in robes of purest white,

And to the Lamb shall raise
The song that rests not day or night,
The eternity of praise !

For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth !


Nor worldly fame, we pray ;
Nor worldly joys, which brightly bloom,

And quickly fade away.
2 Not to the world, nor to ourselves,

But to Thy holy eyes
We look; give us godly fear,

O make us meekly wise.
3 True Wisdom, while it gives, receives;

By scattering gets increase ;
And all her ways are pleasantness,

And all her paths are peace.
4 Honour and wealth are in her hand;

True glory she bestows :
A holy stream of life and joy

From her pure well-spring flows.


Y cool Siloam's shady rill

How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill

Of Sharon's dewy rose !


2 Lo! such the child whose early feet

The paths of peace have trod;
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,

Is upward drawn to God!

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill

Must shortly fade away.

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour

Of man's maturer age
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,

And stormy passion's rage !

5 O Thou, whose infant feet were found

Within Thy Father's shrine ! Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned,

Were all alike divine ;

6 Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,

We seek Thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,

To keep us still Thine own!


SK, and ye surely shall receive;"

A :

We lift our voice, and we believe

That we are surely heard.

2 We ask not anything that earth

Can give or take away :
Thou who hast kept us from our birth

Wilt guard us day by day.

We ask for light, and love, and strength

All selfish snares to shun:
We ask that we may ask at length,

" Thy will, not ours, be done!”

4 We ask that to each separate heart

Of all our brethren here
Thy one best gift Thou wouldst impart,

The wisdom of Thy fear.

5 May young and old conspire to prize,

And labour to secure,
Whatever things are true, and wise,

Noble, and just, and pure.
6 0 Thou, by whom we come to God,

The Life, the Truth, the Way,
The path of prayer Thyself hast trod;

Lord, teach us how to pray!

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