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Then wherefore should we grieve,
Or what have we to fear? Though home and friends and life we leave,
Our God is ever near. 6 Sweep, mighty ocean, sweep;
Ye winds, blow foul or fair; Our God is with us on the deep,
Our home is everywhere.
The Traveller's Hymn. 1 How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defence! Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help, Omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt,
And breathe in tainted air.
3 When by the dreadful tempest borne
High on the broken wave,
Nor impotent to save.
Obedient to thy will ;
At thy command is still.
Thy goodness we'll adore;
And humbly hope for more.
CLOSE OF PUBLIC WORSHIP.
1 FROM all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise ;
Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word ;
Daily and Nightly Devotion. Psalm 134.
1 Ye that obey the immortal King,
Attend his holy place ;
And bless his wondrous grace.
And send your souls on high:
Above the starry sky.
3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts
With rays of quickening grace, — The God that spreads the heavens abroad,
And rules the swelling seas.
Closing Hymn. 1
Now let the world agree
One general voice to raise ;
Their songs of grateful praise!
Their cheerful powers employ,
With shouts of sacred joy.
“ All Things yours."
| How vast the treasure we possess !
How rich thy bounty, King of grace! This world is ours, and worlds to come ; Earth is our lodge, and heaven our home.
2 The sun rolls round to make our day;
The moon directs our nightly way;
3 O glorious portion of the saints !
Let faith suppress our sore complaints, And tune our harps and tongues to sing Our bounteous God, our sovereign King.
L. M. 736. Watts.
Universal Reign of Christ. 1 GREAT God, whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to thy Son;
Extend his power, exalt his throne. 2 The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
And deserts blossom at the sight.
Dressed in the robes of joy and praise;
L. M. 737. LIVERPOOL COL.
Till God permits the stroke of death ;
The Father and the Friend of all. 2 To Thee, in ceaseless strains, my tongue
Shall raise the morn and evening song,
Now may He, who from the dead
2 May he teach us to fulfil
What is pleasing in his sight,
Our noblest praise we give,
And blessest all that live :
Through countless ages gone,
Shall still keep shining on.
Thy name, Almighty Lord,
Shall sound through distant lands; Great is thy grace, and sure thy word;
Thy truth for ever stands.
And long thy praise endure,
Shall be exchanged no more.
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i LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing,
Hope and comfort from above ; Let us each, thy peace possessing,
Triumph in redeeming love.