Wherein Thine honour dwells;
E love place, O Lord,
The sweetness of Thy grace
All other joy excels.
We love the place, O Lord,
Where Thou receivest prayer:
We come with all our wants,
And find sure comfort there.
We love Thy Holy word:
"Tis truth without alloy;
It speaks of life and peace,
And leads to endless joy.
We love with saints on earth
To sing the Saviour's praise,
And learn to sing the song
Through everlasting days.
We love to bring to Thee
The children Thou hast giv'n;
And there enrol their names
Among the heirs of heav'n.
We love the sacred Feast,
Where Thou our souls dost feed;
For, Lord, Thy flesh and blood,
Are meat and drink indeed.
We love Thy courts on earth,
But O what joys will be
In Thy blest courts above
Through all eternity!
Lord Jesus! lead us on
To love and serve Thee more,
Till we Thy presence reach
In heav'n for evermore.
WEET Saviour, bless us ere we go;
Thy Word into our minds instil;
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow
With lowly love and fervent will.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.
The day is gone, its hours have run,
And Thou hast taken count of all,
The scanty triumphs grace hath won,
The broken vow, the frequent fall.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.
Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways
True absolution and release;
And bless us, more than in past days,
With purity and inward peace.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.
Do more than pardon; give us joy,
Sweet fear, and sober liberty,
And simple hearts without alloy
That only long to be like Thee.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.
Labour is sweet, for Thou hast toiled;
And care is light, for Thou hast cared;
Ah! never let our works be soiled
With strife, or by deceit ensnared.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.
For all we love, the poor, the sad,
The sinful, unto Thee we call;
O let Thy mercy make us glad :
Thou art our Jesus, and our All.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.
YOME to Thy temple, Lord,
Thy waiting Church to bless :
Let here Thy glory be adored,
Give here Thy Word success.
Our inmost hearts refine,
And for Thyself prepare:
Cast out all thoughts but thoughts divine,
And reign triumphant there.
Thy servants, Lord, we are,
Baptized into Thy name:
All hurtful things put from us far,
All works of sin and shame.
Come to Thy temple, Lord,
Thine own assembly bless:
That all may offer with accord
Off'rings of righteousness.
10 Thee our wants are known,
From Thee are all our pow'rs;
Accept what is Thine own
And pardon what is ours:
Our praises, Lord, and prayers receive,
And to Thy Word a blessing give.
O grant that each of us
Now met before Thee here,
May meet together thus,
When Thou and Thine appear,
And follow Thee to heav'n our home:
Even so, Amen: Lord Jesus, come!
PART in peace! Christ's life was peace,
Let us live our life in Him:
Part in peace! Christ's death was peace,
Let us die our death in Him.
Part in peace! Christ promise gave
Of a life beyond the grave,
Where all mortal partings cease:
Brethren, sisters, part in peace!
NT'RING on another year,
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Why should I have any fear?
Though the future's dark to me,
All is clear, O Lord, to Thee
I can trust Thy love and care,
"As Thou wilt," shall be my prayer.
Should'st Thou send me grief and woe,
Father, I would have it so;
On Thy love and care I rest,
Thou wilt give me what is best;
I to murmur will not dare,
"As Thou wilt," shall be my prayer.
Should temptations war within,
Keep me from the pow'r of sin,
Help me, Lord, to win the race,
Leaning only on Thy grace.
Thou wilt help me all to bear,
"As Thou wilt," shall be my prayer.
May my love to Thee increase,
Grant me pardon, give me peace,
Greater far than worldly joy,
Peace the world can not destroy.
Thou my soul for heav'n prepare,
“As Thou wilt,” shall be my prayer.
Heav'nly Father, thro' this year
Keep me to Thee ever near;
Should I live, or should I die,
Help me Thee to glorify;
Casting, Lord, on Thee my care,
"As Thou wilt," shall be my prayer.
THE Church has waited long,
Her absent Lord to see;
And still in loneliness she waits,
A friendless stranger she.
Age after age has gone,
Sun after sun has set,
And still in weeds of widowhood,
She weeps a mourner yet.
Come then, Lord Jesus, come!
Saint after saint on earth,
Has liv'd, and lov'd and died;
And as they left us one by one,
We laid them side by side.
We laid them down to sleep,
But not in hope forlorn;
We laid them but to ripen there,
Till the last glorious morn.
Come then, Lord Jesus, come;
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