Did ever sinner plead with Thee,
And Thou reject his lowly plea?
Does not Thy word still pledged remain,
That none shall seek Thy face in vain?
Then hear, O Lord, our humble cry,
And bend on us Thy pitying eye:
To Thee their prayer Thy people make,
Hear us, for our Redeemer's sake.
O God of love, O King of Peace,
Make wars throughout the world to cease;
The wrath of sinful man restrain,
Give peace, O God, give peace again.
Remember Lord, Thy works of old,
The wonders that our fathers told,
Remember not our sin's dark stain,
Give peace, O God, give peace again.
Whom shall we trust but Thee, O Lord?
Where rest but on Thy faithful word?
None ever called on Thee in vain,
Give peace, O God, give peace again.
Where saints and angels dwell above, £
All hearts are kuit in holy love;
O bind us in that heavenly chain,
Give peace, O God, give peace again.
IN grief and fear, to Thee, O Lord,
We now for succour fly,
Thine awful judgments are abroad,
O shield us lest we die.
The fell disease on every side
Walks forth with tainted breath;
And Pestilence, with rapid stride,
Bestrews the land with death.
O look with pity on the scene
Of sadness and of dread,
And let Thine angel stand between
The living and the dead.
With contrite hearts to Thee, our King,
We turn who oft have strayed;
Accept the sacrifice we bring,
And let the plague be stayed.
FOUNTAIN of good, to own Thy love
Our thankful hearts incline;
What can we render, Lord, to Thee,
When all the worlds are Thine?
But Thou hast needy brethren here,
Partakers of Thy grace,
Whose names Thou wilt Thyself confess
Before the Father's face.
And in their accents of distress
Thy pleading voice is heard,
In them Thou may'st be clothed, and fed,
And visited, and cheered.
Thy face with reverence and with love
We in Thy poor would see;
O may we minister to them,
And in them, Lord, to Thee.
O PRAISE our God to-day,
His constant mercy bless,
Whose love hath helped us on our way,
And granted us success.
His arm the strength imparts
Our daily toil to bear;
His grace alone inspires our hearts
Each other's load to share.
O happiest work below,
Earnest of joy above,
To sweeten many a cup of woe
By deeds of holy love!
Lord, may it be our choice
This blessed rule to keep,
Rejoice with them that do rejoice,
And weep with them that weep."
God of the widow, hear;
Our work of mercy bless;
God of the fatherless, be near,
And grant us good success.
FAIR waved the golden corn
In Canaan's pleasant land,
When full of joy some shining morn,
Went forth the reaper-band.
To God, so good and great,
Their cheerful thanks they pour,
Then carry to His temple-gate
The choicest of their store.
For thus the holy word,
Spoken by Moses, ran,
"The first ripe ears are for the Lord,
"The rest He gives to man."
Like Israel, Lord we give
Our earliest fruits to Thee,
And pray that, long as we shall live,
We may Thy children be.
Thine is our youthful prime,
And life and all its powers
Be with us in our morning time,
And bless our evening hours.
In wisdom let us grow,
As years and strength are given,
That we may serve Thy Church below,
And join Thy saints in heaven.
WHEN Jesus left His Father's throne
He chose an humble birth;
Like us, unhonoured and unknown,
He came to dwell on earth.
Like Him, may we be found below,
In wisdom's path of peace;
Like Him, in grace and knowledge grow,
As years and strength increase.
Jesus passed by the rich and great
For men of low degree;
He sanctified our parents' state,
For poor, like them, was He.
Sweet were His words, and kind His look,
When mothers round Him pressed! Their infants in His arms He took,
And on His bosom blessed.
Safe from the world's alluring harms,
Beneath His watchful eye,
Thus in the circle of His arms,
May we for ever lie.
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