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Sunday Morning.

[By Dr. WATTS.]

C. M.

LORD, in the morning Thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high:

To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye :-

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone,
To plead for all His saints;
Presenting, at the Father's throne,
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Now to Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies there;
I will frequent Thy holy court,
And worship in Thy fear.

4 O may Thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

LORD, we are vile, conceived in sin,

And born unholy and unclean;

Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts his race, and taints us all.

2 Behold, we fall before Thy face;
Our only refuge is Thy grace:

No outward forms can make us clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.

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3 Nor bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest, Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, Can wash the dismal stain away.

4 Jesus, Thy blood, Thy blood alone, Hath power sufficient to atone ;

Thy blood can make us white as snow; No Jewish types could cleanse us so. 5 While guilt disturbs and breaks our peace, Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease; Lord, let us hear Thy pard'ning voice, And make these broken hearts rejoice.

Invoking Blessings.

P. M.

[By Rev. WILLIAM HAMMOND, an English Moravian, who died in 1783.]

LORD, we come before Thee

now,

At Thy feet we humbly bow

O, do not our suit disdain :
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?

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2 Lord, on Thee our souls depend;
In compassion now descend;
Fill our hearts with Thy rich
grace,
Tune our lips to sing Thy praise.

3 Send some message from Thy word
That may joy and peace afford;
Let Thy Spirit now impart

Full salvation to each heart.

4 Comfort those who weep and mourn ; Let the time of joy return;

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Those that are cast down lift up:
Make them strong in faith and hope.
5 Grant that all may seek and find
Thee, a gracious God and kind :
Heal the sick, the captive free ;
Let us all rejoice in Thee.

Our Example.

[By Dr. WATTS.]

My deard my duty in Thy Word;

Y dear Redeemer, and my Lord,

But in Thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.

L. M.

2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal,
Such def'rence to Thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine!
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer:
The desert Thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and Thy victory too.
4 Be Thou my pattern; make me bear
More of Thy gracious image here:
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.

"Looking unto Jesus."

[By RAY PALMER, D. D.]

MY Thou Lamb of Calvary,

Y faith looks up to Thee,

Saviour divine:

P. M.

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Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
O let me from this day
Be wholly Thine.

2 May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart;
My zeal inspire:

As Thou hast died for me,
O may my love to Thee

Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire.

3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my guide:
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From Thee aside.

MY

Perpetual Blessings.

[By Dr. WATTS.]

L. M.

Y God, how endless is Thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new ;
And morning mercies from above
Gently descend like early dew.

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sov'reign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.

3. I yield myself to Thy command;
To Thee devote my nights and days;

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Perpetual blessings from Thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

MY

Steadfast Faith.

[BY CHARLES WESLEY.]

Y God, I know, I feel Thee mine,
And will not quit my claim,
Till all I have is lost in Thine,

And all renew'd I am.

2 I hold Thee with a trembling hand,
And will not let Thee go,

Till steadfastly by faith I stand,
And all Thy goodness know.

Heaven

upon Earth.

[By Dr. WATTS.]

MY To Thee, to Thee I call:

Y God, my life, my love,

I cannot live if Thou remove,
For Thou art all in all.

2 The smilings of Thy face,
How amiable they are!

C. M.

S. M.

'Tis heaven to rest in Thine embrace,
And nowhere else but there.

3 To Thee, and Thee alone,

The angels owe their bliss;
They sit around Thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.

4 Not all the harps above

Can make a heavenly place,