Guide me, O thou great Jehovah
Lord, let me know my term of days
O Lord, the Saviour and defence
Take comfort, Christians, when your friends
That man is blest who stands in awe
The hour of my departure's come
The Pastor's voice we lov'd to hear
The time draws nigh when from the clouds
What tongue can tell, what fancy paint
When death appears before my sight
CONSECRATION OF CHURCHES.
Arise, O King of grace, arise
Glorious things of thee are spoken
How pleasant, how divinely fair
Lord of the worlds above
My soul, how lovely is the place
These temples of God's grace
This stone to thee in faith we lay
With holy reverence and joy