78. M. 754. ANONYMOUS. A Blessing implored. 1 Thanks for mercies past receive; With eternity in view. Grant us, Lord, thy peace and love; C. H. M. 755. CONDER. Peace with God. To all thy faithful people, Lord, Pardon and peace impart; And be thy Spirit shed abroad, Thy love in every heart; That they, from conscious guilt made clean, May serve thee with a mind serene. 8 & 7s. M. 756. ANONYMOUS Go in Peace. i Go in peace!— serene dismission To the loving heart made known, When it pours, in deep contrition, Prayer before the eternal throne. 2 Go in peace, thy sins forgiven! Christ hath healed thee, set thee free: Every spirit-fetter riven, Go in peace and liberty! 3 Saviour! breathe this benediction O’er our spirits while we pray; Thou hast blessed our souls to-day. C. M. 757. DODDRIDGE. God's Guidance. 1 In paths unknown God leads us on To his divine abode, Through all the heavenly road. 2 The ways, all rugged and perplexed, He renders smooth and straight, And strengthens every feeble knee To march to Zion's gate. 3 Through all the paths I 'll sing his name, Till I the mount ascend, Where toils and storms are known no more, And anthems never end. 78. M. 758. J. NEWTON. Hymn at Parting. Shines on every place the same, 2 When they move at duty's call, He is with them by the way; 3 From his holy mercy-seat Nothing can their souls confine; 8 & 78. M. 759. C. ROBBINS. Close of Worship. Evening. i Lo! the day of rest declineth ; Gather fast the shades of night; Fill our souls with heavenly light. 2 Softly now the dew is falling; Peace o'er all the scene is spread; On his children, meekly calling, Purer influence God will shed. 3 While, thine ear of love addressing, Thus our parting hymn we sing, Fold us safe beneath thy wing. L. M. 760. ANONYMOUS Close of Worship. Evening. 1 While now, upon this Sabbath eve, Thy house, Almighty God, we leave, 'Tis sweet, as sinks the setting sun, To think on all our duties done. our bliss 2 O evermore may all L. M. 761. MONTGOMERY. Sunday Evening. 1 Millions within thy courts have been; Millions this day have bent the knee; 2 Still, as the light of morning broke O’er island, continent, or deep, 3 From east to west, the sun surveyed, From north to south, adoring throngs; 4 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, Hath failed this day some suit to gain; Not one hath sought thy face in vain. 5 Yet one prayer more ; - and be it one 537 |