HYMN

CLIX.

JESUS, who thy flock art feeding

With a shepherd's tender care;

Those in travail gently leading,
While the lambs thy bosom share;

Now, these little ones receiving,

Fold them in thy mighty arm; There, we know, thy word believing, They may lie secure from harm.

Néver, from thy pasture roving,
Let them be the lion's prey :

May thy watchfulness so loving

Keep them through life's dangerous way.

Then within thy fold eternal

Let them find a resting place;

Feed in pastures ever vernal,

Drink from endless streams of grace.

Amen.

HYMN

CLX.

RISE, Christian soldiers, rise;

Put heavenly armour on :

Take all the strength that God supplies

In his incarnate Son.

Resist the powers of night;

Confound their ill design;

Encompassed with the Spirit's might,

Engirt with truth divine.

Go forth against your foes

In beautiful array;

With boldness their assaults oppose
Throughout the evil day.

On Christ, the conqueror king,
Whose Name we glorify,

Whose praise the holy myriads sing,
Let all the host rely.

To heaven's eternal Three,
The high and lofty One,
Thanksgiving and dominion be,
While endless ages run. Amen.

HYMN
CLXI.

HE shadow of the Almighty's cloud
Calm on the tents of Israel lay,

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While drooping paused twelve banners proud,
Till he arise and lead the way.

Then to the desert breeze unrolled,
The waving pennons cheerly fly,
Lion or eagle each bright fold
A load star to the warrior's eye.
Spirit of might and sweetnefs too,

Now leading on the wars of God,
Now to green isles of shade and dew
Turning the waste thy people trod;
Draw, Holy Ghost, thy sevenfold vail
Between us and the fires of youth:
Breathe, Holy Ghost, thy freshening gale,
Our fevered brow in age to soothe.

And oft as sin and sorrow tire,

The hallowed hour do thou renew,
When beckoned up the awful quire
By pastoral hands, toward thee we drew.
For ever on our souls be traced

That blefsing dear, that dovelike hand,
A sheltering rock in memory's waste,
O'ershadowing all the weary land.

We lift our hearts, O Lord, to thee,
And thine eternal Name adore,
The Three in One, the One in Three,
From this time forth for evermore.

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Amen.

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HYMN

CLXII.

HE voice that breathed o'er Eden

That earliest wedding day,

The primal marriage blessing,
It has not passed away.

Still in the pure espousal

Of Christian man and maid,

The holy three are with us,
The threefold grace is said.

For dower of blessed children,

For love and faith's sweet sake;

For high mysterious union

Which nought on earth can break ;

Be present, awful Father,

To give away this bride, As Eve thou gav'st to Adam

Out of his own pierc'd side:

To join their loving hands, As thou didst join two natures In thine eternal bands:

Be present, Holy Spirit,

To bless them as they kneel;
As thou for Christ the bridegroom
The heavenly spouse dost seal.

O spread thy pure wing o'er them,
Let no ill power find place,

As onward to thine altar

The hallowed path they trace,

To cast their crowns before thee,

In perfect sacrifice,

Till to the home of gladness

With Christ's own bride they rise.

Amen.