4 Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies;
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.

5 The shadow of thy wings
My soul in safety_keeps;
I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.

HYMN 107. L. M. [#]

Prayer for Blessings.

1 IN thee, thou all-sufficient God,
The springs of happiness arise,
That cheer this howling waste below,

And bless the mansions of the skies.

2 We, the productions of thy power,
And pensioners upon thy love,
Look to thy throne with longing eyes,
And wait thy blessings from above.
3 Protect the young from every snare,
And let thy staff support the old;
Relieve the poor,-nor let the rich
Have all their heritage in gold.

4 Let joyful souls still taste thy grace;
Give to the mourners heavenly day;
Sustain the strong; and quick revive
The withering plants from their decay.

HYMN 108.

10s. M. [#]

Divine Light implored.

1 0 THOU, whose power o'er moving worlds presides,

Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides, On darkling man, in pure effulgence shine,

And cheer the clouded mind with light divine.

2 'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast With silent confidence and holy rest:

From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend;

Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End.

PRAYER AND PUBLIC WORSHIP.

HYMN 109. H. M. [#]

Delight in Public Worship.

1 LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,

Thine earthly temples, are!

To thine abode my heart aspires,
With warm desires to see my God.

2 O happy souls that pray

Where God appoints to hear!

O happy men that pay

Their constant service there! They praise thee still; and happy they Who love the way to Zion's hill.

3 They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,

Till each in heaven appears:

O glorious seat, when God, our King,
Shall thither bring our willing feet!

HYMN 110. C. M. [#]

Close of Service.

1 COME, all ye saints that love the Lord, With melody divine,

Tune every harp in sweet accord,
And all in concert join.

2 Proclaim abroad your sacred joy
To earth's remotest bounds;

In heavenly notes your tongues employ,
In symphony of sounds.

3 Let

every doubt and slavish fear Be banished from the mind; While joyful songs our spirits cheer, We'll trust the Lord is kind.

4 Then let our joyful songs abound, And every tear be dry;

We'll travel through Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.

HYMN 111. L. M. [#]
Opening of Service.

1 O GOD of grace, before thy throne,
Thy suppliants bow with holy fear;
Those thou art pleased to call thy own
Invoke thy sacred presence here.

2 Kind Source of light, thy blessing grant; Bestow on us thy cheering rays; Supply our varied mental want,

And thus inspire our hearts to praise.

3 Send thy good Spirit from above,
To dissipate the darksome gloom;
Sweet emanation of thy love,

To these desiring bosoms come.

4 Give to thy word successful course, And spread the triumphs of thy name; May truth exhibit all her force,

And put the lying lip to shame.

5 And, while we worship at thy feet, Where prostrate angels do adore, Give us in fellowship to meet,

To sing thy grace, and speak thy power.

HYMN 112. L. M. [#]

God's Assistance in Worship.

1 GRANT us a visit, dearest Lord,

In gentle streams of grace descend
Open the treasures of thy word,
From every sin thy church defend.

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2 Thy branches bend, thou living Vine,
Clusters of fruit to us impart :
O may our joys be all divine,
May heavenly love fill every heart!
3 In unity may we abound,

Thy wisdom with our zeal combine,
And joyful sing on heavenly ground,
And keep the golden path divine.
4 O may our worship, Lord, to-day,
Accepted be in Jesus' name;
Whether we preach, or sing, or pray,
May love be all the sacred flame.

HYMN 113. C. M. [#]

Prayer.

10 THOU, whose power the mountains formed,
And made the sea its bed;
Who sat the raging waves their bound,
And all their caverns hid;

2 The mountains thy commands obey;
The seas thy power confess;
Thou dost their caverns deep survey,
And every dark recess.

3 O'er mountains of our sins, O Lord,
Wilt thou thy hand extend,

And to thy gracious, pardoning word,
Their lofty summits bend.

4 And, o'er the raging seas of guilt,
May thy rich grace abound,