4 Since thou hast been my help,

To thee my spirit flies;
And on thy watchful providence

My cheerful hope relies.
5 The shadow of thy wings

My soul in safety keeps;
I follow where my Father leads,

And he supports my steps.

HYMN 107. L. M. [#]

Prayer for Blessings.
1 In thee, thou all-sufficient God,

The springs of happiness arise,
That cheer this howling waste below,

And bless the mansions of the skies. 2 We, the productions of thy power,

And pensioners upon thy love,
Look to thy throne with longing eyes,

And wait thy blessings from above. 3 Protect the young from every snare,

And let thy staff support the old ;
Relieve the poor,—nor let the rich

Have all their heritage in gold.
4 Let joyful souls still taste thy grace;

Give to the mourners heavenly day ; Sustain the strong; and quick revive

The withering plants from their decay. HYMN 108. 10s. M. [#]

Divine Light implored. 1 O THOU, whose power o'er moving worlds pre

sides, Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides, On darkling man, in pure effulgence shine,

And cheer the clouded mind with light divine. 2 'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast

With silent confidence and holy rest :
From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we

tend ;

Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End.

PRAYER AND PUBLIC WORSHIP.

HYMN 109. H. M. [#]

Delight in Public Worship.
1 LORD of the worlds above,

How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,

Thine earthly temples, are !
To thine abode my heart aspires,
With warm desires to see my God.
2 O happy souls that pray

Where God appoints to hear !

O happy men that pay

Their constant service there !
They praise thee still ; and happy they
Who love the way to Zion's bill.
3 They go from strength to strength,

Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,

Till each in heaven appears :
O glorious seat, when God, our King,
Shall thither bring our willing feet !

HYMN 110. C. M. [#]

Close of Service. 1 Come, all ye saints that love the Lord,

With melody divine,
Tune every harp in sweet accord,

And all in concert join.
2 Proclaim abroad your sacred joy

To earth's remotest bounds;
In heavenly notes your tongues employ,

In symphony of sounds.
3 Let every doubt and slavish fear

Be banished from the mind ;
While joyful songs our spirits cheer,

We'll trust the Lord is kind.
4 Then let our joyful songs abound,

And every tear be dry; We'll travel through Immanuel's ground

To fairer worlds on high.

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,

Clusters 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. 1 O Thou, whose power the mountains formed, And made the sea its bed :

1; 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
3 O'er mountains of our sins, O Lord,

Wilt thou thy band 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,

recess.