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3 Saviour! breathe this benediction
O’er our spirits while we pray;
Thou hast blessed our souls to-day.
1 In paths unknown God leads us on
To his divine abode,
, The ways, all rugged and perplexed,
He renders smooth and straight, And strengthens every feeble knee
To march to Zion's gate.
3 Through all the paths I 'll sing his name,
Till I the mount ascend,
And anthems never end.
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Hec 31, és | As the sun's enlivening eye
Shines on every place the same,
2. When they move at duty's call,
3 From his holy mercy-seat
Nothing can their souls conline;
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C. ROBBINS. Close of Worship. Evening. i Lo! the day of rest declineth ;
Gather fast the shades of night; May the Sun that ever shineth,
Fill our souls with heavenly light.
9 Softly now the dew is falling;
Peace o'er all the scene is spread; On his children, meekly calling,
Purer influence God will shed.
3 While, thine ear of love addressing,
Thus our parting hymn we sing, Father, give thine evening blessing;
Fold us safe beneath thy wing.
Close of Worship. Evening.
While now, upon this Sabbath eve, Thy house, Almighty God, we leave, 'Tis sweet, as sinks the setting sun, To think on all our duties done.
O evermore may all our bliss
Millions this day have bent the knee;
2 Still, as the light of inorning broke
O'er island, continent, or deep,
3 From east to west, the sun surveyed,
From north to south, adoring throngs;
4 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,
Hath failed this day some suit to gain;
6 Yet one prayer more;- and be it one
In which both heaven and earth accord :
The Pilgrim Fathers.
1 The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
Not as the conqueror comes,
Amidst the storm they sang,
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
What sought they thus afar ?
W. P. LUNT.
1 WHEN, driven by oppression's rod,
Our fathers fled beyond the sea,
2 Above the forest's gloomy shade
The altar and the school appeared ;
3 Armed with intelligence and zeal,
Their sons shook off the tyrant's chain,