HYMN 111. L. M. [#]
Opening of Service.

1 O God of grace, before thy throne,
Thy suppliants bow with holy fear;
Those thou art pleased to call thy own
Invoke thy sacred presence here.
2 Kind Source of light, thy blessing grant;
Bestow on us thy cheering rays;
Supply our varied mental want,

And thus inspire our hearts to praise.
3 Send thy good Spirit from above,
To dissipate, the darksome gloom;
Sweet emanation of thy love,

To these desiring bosoms come.

4 Give to thy word successful course, And spread the triumphs of thy name; May truth exhibit all her force,

And put the lying lip to shame.

5 And, while we worship at thy feet, Where prostrate angels do adore, Give us in fellowship to meet,

To sing thy grace, and speak thy power.

HYMN 112. L. M. [#]

God's Assistance in Worship.

1 GRANT us a visit, dearest Lord,
In gentle streams of grace descend;
Open the treasures of thy word,
From every sin thy church defend.

2 Thy branches bend, thou living Vine,
Člusters of fruit to us impart :
O may our joys be all divine,
May heavenly love fill every heart!
3 In unity may we abound,

Thy wisdom with our zeal combine,
And joyful sing on heavenly ground,
And keep the golden path divine.
4 O may our worship, Lord, to-day,
Accepted be in Jesus' name;
Whether we preach, or sing, or pray,
May love be all the sacred flame.

HYMN 113. C. M. [#]

Prayer.

10 THOU, whose power the mountains formed,

And made the sea its bed;
Who sat the raging waves their bound,
And all their caverns hid;

2 The mountains thy commands obey;
The seas thy power confess ;

Thou dost their caverns deep survey,
And every dark recess.

3 O'er mountains of our sins, O Lord,
Wilt thou thy hand extend,

And to thy gracious, pardoning word,
Their lofty summits bend.

4 And, o'er the raging seas of guilt,
May thy rich grace abound,

While in the blood which Jesus spilt
Each angry wave is drowned.

5 In darkest caverns of the heart
Wilt thou thy light display,
And to the mental eye impart
Thy own eternal day.

HYMN 114. C. M. [#]

Prayer.

1 LORD, from thy holy hill descend,
And bless thy children here
From doubts and unbelief defend,
And banish all our fear.

2 May sacred streams from thy right hand
Flow gently in our way;
And, by thine all-preserving hand,
Forbid our feet to stray.

3 With single eyes may we behold
The beauties of thy grace;
To us thy mysteries unfold;
Reveal thy lovely face.

4 O make this day a jubilee,
Make known thy sacred word;
From bondage set thy captives free,
That they may love thee, Lord.

HYMN 115. H. M. [#]

Success of the Gospel.

1 GREAT God, to thee we pray;
Show thy refulgent face,

Sinners convert to thee,

And save them by thy grace:
The gospel to all nations send,
And let them know the sinner's Friend.

2 When thoughtless mortals feel
The great Jehovah's rod,
Then to their souls reveal
The mercy of a God:

The gospel to all nations send,
And let them know the sinner's Friend.

3 Turn the self-righteous train

From their delusive dreams;
Cause them to fly from sin,

And wash in Calvary's streams :

The gospel to all nations send,

And let them know the sinner's Friend.

HYMN 116. 7's. M. [# or b ]
Prayer for young Persons.

1 Now may fervent prayer arise,
Winged with faith, and reach the skies;
Fervent prayer will bring us down
Gracious answers from the throne.

2 Let the minds of all our youth
Feel the force of sacred truth;
While the gospel call they hear,
May they learn to love and fear.

3 Where thou hast thy work begun,
Give new strength the race to run;
Scatter darkness, clouds, and fears;
Wipe away the mourner's tears.

young;

4 Bless us all, both old and
Call forth praise from every tongue;
Let the whole assembly prove
All thy power and all thy love.

HYMN 117. 8 & 7's. M. [b]

Fount of Blessings.

1 COME, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.

2 Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Sacred mount, O fix me on it,

Mount of God's unchanging love. 3 Here I find my richest treasure ; Hither by thy grace I'm come, And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.

4 Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to save my soul from danger, Interposed his precious blood. 5 O, to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! Let thy grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering soul to thee. 6 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God of love;