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.

4 Bless us all, both old and young;
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;

Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it,-
Seal it for thy courts above.

HYMN 118. C. M.

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Prayer for the Spread of the Gospel.

1 GREAT God of grace, arise, and shine
With beams of heavenly light;
From this dark world of sin dispel
The long and doleful night.

2 Let no inferior being share
The honours due to thee;
May every nation know thy name,
And thy salvation see.

3 No more may persecution dare
To lift her iron rod ;

No longer shed the blood of saints,
And plead a zeal for God.

4 With all its pure and native light,
Lord, may thy gospel shine;
May error fly like noxious mists
Before this light divine.

5 While heavenly truth her charms reveals, May love each breast inspire;

Nor one base passion ever mix,
To quench this sacred fire.

HYMN 119. L. M. [#]

Uncharitable Judgment.

1 OMNISCIENT GOD, 'tis thine to know The springs whence wrong opinions flow;

To judge from principles within, When frailty errs, and when we sin. 2 Who with another's eye can read, Or worship by another's creed? Revering thy command alone, We humbly seek and use our own. 3 If wrong, forgive; accept, if right, Whilst, faithful, we obey our light, And, judging none, are zealous still To follow, as to learn, thy will. 4 When shall our happy eyes behold Thy people, fashioned in thy mould? And charity our kindred prove Derived from thee, O God of love?

HYMN 120. S. M. [#]
Gospel Worship and Order.

1 GREAT is the Lord our God,
And let his praise be great;
He makes the church his blest abode,
His most delightful seat.

2 Far as thy name is known,

The world declares thy praise;
Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne,
Their songs of honour raise.

3 Let strangers walk around

The city where we dwell,

Compass and view thy holy ground,
And mark the building well,—