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A Blessing implored.
1 Thanks for mercies past receive;
With eternity in view.
Grant us, Lord, thy peace and love;
C. H. M.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
2 O evermore may
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