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THORNTON. 8.7.

OB 4

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From "Modern Harp."

He shall charge his angel legions

Watch and ward o'er thee to keep, Though thou walk thro' hostile regions, Though in desert wilds thou sleep.

Since, with pure and firm affection,
Thou on God hast set thy love,
With the wing of his protection
He shall shield thee from above.
James Montgomery.

The Prayer of Life.

309.
FATHER, hear the prayer we offer:
Not for ease that prayer shall be;
But for strength, that we may ever
Live our lives courageously.

Not for ever in green pastures

Do we ask our way to be;

But the steep and rugged pathway
May we tread rejoicingly.

Not for ever by still waters

Would we idly quiet stay;

But would smite the living fountains From the rocks along our way.

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ST. GEORGE. 7.

Sir George J. Elvey.

316.

Worship above and below. PLEASANT are thy courts above, In the land of light and love; Pleasant are thy courts below, In this land of joy and woe. Oh, my spirit longs and faints For the converse of thy saints, For the brightness of thy face, King of glory, God of grace! Happy birds that sing and fly Round thine altars, O Most High! Happier souls that find a rest In a heavenly Father's breast! Like the wandering dove that found No repose on earth around, They can to their ark repair, And enjoy it ever there. Happy souls! their praises flow Even in the vale of woe: Waters in the desert rise; Manna feeds them from the skies: On they go from strength to strength Till they reach thy throne at length, At thy feet adoring fall

Who hast led them safe through all.

Lord, be mine this prize to win :
Guide me through a world of sin;
Keep me by thy saving grace;
Give me at thy side a place.
Sun and shield alike thou art :
Guide and guard my erring heart;
Grace and glory flow from thee;
Shower, oh, shower them, Lord, on me!
Henry Francis Lyte. 1834.

317.

132

For Guidance.

GUIDE us, Lord, a pilgrim band,
Journeying toward the better land;
Foes we know are to be met,
Snares the pilgrim's path beset;
Clouds upon the valley rest,
Rough and dark the mountain's breast;
And our home may not be gained,
Save through trials well sustained.
God of mercy! on thee, all
Humbly for thy guidance call;
Save us from the evil tongue,
From the heart that thinketh wrong,
From the sins, whate'er they be,
That divide the soul from thee.
God of grace! on thee we rest;
Bless us, and we shall be blest.
Hymns of the Spirit.

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