5 And when affliction's gloomy power Shall shroud my soul in sad dismay; Rise thou, a star to cheer that hour,

And lead me through the darkened way. 6 Yea, at the last, when ghastly death

This life's short brittle thread shall break, Do thou attend my latest breath,

Thy Spirit clothe me when I wake. And when around the judgment throne The myriads of the earth shall meet, O wilt thou then my spirit own,

And fill me with thy bliss complete! 506

Heaven in Prospect.

PALMS of glory, raiment bright,

Crowns that never fade away,

7's.

Gird and deck the saints in light,
Priests and kings and conquerors they.

2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms
To the Lamb amidst the throne,
And proclaim in joyful psalms,
Victory through his cross alone.

3 Kings for harps their crowns resign,
Crying, as they strike the chords,
"Take the kingdom-it is thine,

King of kings, and Lord of lords!" 4 Round the altar, priests confess,

If their robes are white as snow, 'Twas the Saviour's righteousness,

And his blood that made them so.

5 Who are these?-on earth they dwelt,
Sinners once of Adam's race;
Guilt and fear and suffering felt,
But were saved by sovereign grace.

6 They were mortal, too, like us;
Ah! when we, like them, shall die,
May our souls, translated thus,
Triumph, reign, and shine on high!

507 The Teacher in view of Death. 8's.

Jesus, the crown of my hope, My soul is in haste to be gone; Oh bear me, ye cherubim, up,

And waft me away to his throne.
2 My Saviour, whom absent I love,
Whom not having seen, I adore,
Whose name is exalted above

All glory, dominion, and power:
3 Dissolve thou the bands that detain
My soul from her portion in thee;
O strike off the adamant chain,
And make me eternally free.

4 Then that happy era begins

When arrayed in thy glory I shine, And no longer pierce with my sins The bosom on which I recline.

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DISMISSION AND DOXOLOGIES.

508

1 WE

S. M.

E now from school depart, Grace in God's house to seek; Be present, Lord, with every heart, There, and throughout the week.

2 May Father, Spirit, Son,

Rule us in peace and love;

And when on earth thy will is done,
Receive our souls above.

509

Dismission.

8,7,4.

LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing,
Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us each, thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace;
O refresh us,

Travelling through this wilderness.

2 Thanks we give, and adoration
For the gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound;
May thy presence

With us evermore be found.

3 So, whene'er the signal's given,
Us from earth to call away;
Borne on angels' wings to heaven,
Glad to leave our cumbrous clay-
May we, ready,

Rise and reign in endless day.

510

1

COME, Christian brethren, ere we part.
Join every voice and every heart;
One solemn hymn to God we raise;
One final song of grateful praise.

2 Teachers! we here may meet no more,
But there is yet a happier shore;
And there, released from toil and pain,
Dear brethren, we shall meet again.

511

Parting.

L. M.

1 FATHER, once more let grateful praise

humble prayer to thee ascend; Thou Guide and Guardian of my ways, Our first, and last, and only Friend.

2 Since every day and hour that's gone
Has been with mercy richly crowned;
Mercy, we know, shall still flow on,
For ever sure, as time rolls round.

3 Hear, then, the parting prayers we pour
And bind our hearts in love alone;
Though we may meet on earth no more,
May we at last surround thy throne.

512

'DIS

Prayer at Parting.

L. M

ISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord,
Help us to feed upon thy word;
All that has been amiss forgive,
And let thy truth within us live.

2 Though we are guilty, thou art good;
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood;"
Give every fettered soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth, and all in heaven.

Let God the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit be adored,

Where there are works to make him known,
Or saints to love the Lord.

Give to the Father praise,

Give glory to the Son,

And to the Spirit of his grace
Be equal honour done.

Ye angels round the throne,

Ansaints that dwell below,

Worship the Father, love the Son,

And bless the Spirit too.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

518

1

MAY the

8,7.

of Christ our Saviour,
grace
And the Father's boundless love,

With the Holy Spirit's favour,
Rest upon us from above;