Then to thy name a song we'll raise,
And every note shall swell with praise.
2 Enlighten every mind,

Fill every heart with grace;
May every spirit find

s'hat God is in the place :
Then to his name a song we'll raise,
And every note shall swell with praise.
3 Hark! hark! 'tis Jesus' voice;

O, listen to his word ;
He says, Ye saints, rejoice,

For all your prayers are heard :
Then to his name a song we'll raise,
And every note shall swell with praise.
4 Soon shall the Saviour give

Our souls their full desire ;
And we with him shall live,
And all his

grace

admire :
Then to his name a song we'll raise,
And every note shall swell with praise.

HYMN 98. L. M. [#]

Prayer and Faith.
1 Come, gracious Lord, descend and dwell
By faith and love in

every
breast

t; Then shall we know, and taste, and feel,

The joys that cannot be expressed. 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength,

Make our expanded souls possess, And learn the height, and breadth, and length

Of thine unmeasurable grace.

3 Now to the God whose power can do

More than our thoughts and wishes know, Be everlasting honours done,

By all the world, through Christ his Son.

HYMN 99. C. M. [#]

Universal Prayer.
1 FATHER of all, whose cares extend

To earth's remotest shore,
Through every age let praise ascend,

And every clime adore.
2 Let not this weak, unknowing hand

Presume thy bolts to throw,
And deal destruction round the land,

On each I judge thy foe.
3 If I am right, thy grace impart,

Still in the right to stay ;
If I am wrong, O teach my heart

To find that better way.
4 Mean though I am, not wholly so,

Since quickened by thy breath;
Lord, lead me wheresoe'er I go,

Through this day's life or death.
5 This day be bread and peace my lot :

All else beneath the sun
Thou knowest if best bestowed or not;

And let thy will be done.
6 To thee, whose temple is all space,

Whose altar, earth, sea, skies,
One chorus let all beings raise ;

All nature's incense rise.

HYMN 100. C. M. [#]

Lord's Prayer. 1 FATHER in heaven, thy sacred name In hallowed strains be

sung ; Thy kingdom spread o'er all the earth

Thy praise fill every tongue.
2 By happy spirits round thy throne,

As thy commands are done,
So be thy perfect will obeyed

By all beneath the sun. 3 Our numerous wants are known to thee,

Who canst alone supply ;
O grant, each day, our daily bread,

Nor other good deny.
4 Forgive our sins, as we forgive

The wrongs that others do ;
Nor let temptations press around,

Lest we those sins renew.
5 Thou art our Safety and Defence,

When dangers threatening stand;
O turn aside impending ills

With thy almighty hand.
6 Thy sceptre all creation sways;

Thy power knows no control;
Thy matchless glory shall endure

While endless ages roll.

7*

HYMN 101. L. M. [6]

Penitent Prayer.
1 GREAT God, whose all-pervading eye

Sees every passion of my soul,
When sunk too low, or raised too high,

Teach me those passions to control. 2 Temper the fervours of my frame;

Be charity their constant spring ;
And, 0, let no unhallowed flame

Pollute the sacrifice I bring. 3 Let peace with piety unite

To mend the bias of my will,
While hope and holy faith excite,

And wisdom regulates, my zeal : 4 That wisdom, which to meekness turns,

Wisdom, descending from above;
And let my zeal, whene'er it burns,

Be kindled by the fire of love.

PRAYER, KNOWLEDGE, AND SELF

GOVERNMENT.

HYMN 102. C. M. [#]

Supplication. 1 To thee, O God, my prayer ascends,

But not for golden stores ;"

Nor covet I the brightest gems

Which deck the Eastern shores ; 2 Nor that deluding, empty joy

Men call a mighty name;
Nor greatness, with its pride and state,

My restless thoughts inflame;
3 Nor pleasure's fascinating charms

My fond desires allure;
But nobler things than these, from thee,

My wishes would secure.
4 The faith and hope of joys to come

My best affections move, -
Thy light, thy favour, and thy smiles,

Thine everlasting love.

HYMN 103. C. M. [#]

Value of Knowledge.
1 SHINE forth, eternal Source of light,

And make thy glories known;
Fill our enlarged, adoring sight

With lustre all thy own. 2 Vain are the charms, and faint the rays,

The brightest creatures boast;
And all their grandeur and their praise

Are in thy presence lost.
3 To know the Author of our frame

Is our sublimest skill ;
True science is to learn his name,

True life, to do his will.