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O how can words of equal worth
The wonders of their faith set forth;
Or tell of all the longing sighs
Their hope uplifted to the skies?
Strangers and pilgrims here below,
They deemed the world an empty show;
To purer joys their hearts were given,
The resting-place they sought was heaven.
The soul that truly cleaves to God,
Still longs to gain that blest abode;
Forbid, O Lord, our souls to roam,
And fix them on our future home.
To God the Father, God the Son,
And Holy Spirit, Three in One,
Eternal praise be ever given

By all on earth, and all in heaven. Amen.

GE

REAT mover of all hearts, whose hand Doth all the secret springs command Of human thought and will,

Thou, since the world was made, dost bless Thy saints with fruits of holiness,

Their order to fulfil.

Faith, hope, and love here weave one chain;
But love alone shall then remain,

When this short day is gone:
O Love, O Truth, O endless Light,
When shall we see Thy sabbath bright,

With all our labours done?

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We sow 'mid perils here and tears,
There the glad hand the harvest bears,
Which here in grief hath sown:
Great Three in One, the increase give,
And these Thy gifts, by which we live,
With heavenly glory crown. Amen.

LENT.

LORD, turn not Thy face from me,
Who lie in woful state,
Lamenting all my sinful life,

Before Thy mercy-gate:

A gate which opens wide to those
That do lament their sin;

Shut not that gate against me, Lord,
But let me enter in.

And call me not to strict account
How I have sojourned here:
For then my guilty conscience knows
How vile I shall appear.

So come I to Thy mercy-gate,
Where mercy doth abound,
Imploring pardon for my sin,
To heal my deadly wound.

Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask,
This is the total sum;

For mercy, Lord, is all my suit,
O let Thy mercy come! Amen.

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LORD, when we bend before Thy throne,

And our confessions pour,

Teach us to feel the sins we own,
And hate what we deplore.

Our broken spirits pitying see;
And penitence impart;

Then let a kindling ray from Thee
Beam hope upon the heart.

When we disclose our wants in prayer,

May we our wills resign,
And not a thought our bosom share,
That is not wholly Thine.

Let faith each meek petition fill,
And waft it to the skies; •

And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still
That grants it, or denies!

SA

AVIOUR, when in dust to Thee
Low we bend the adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes;
Oh! by all the pains and woe
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn Litany!

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By Thy helpless infant years,
By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy days of sore distress
In the savage wilderness:
By the dread mysterious hour
Of the insulting tempter's power;
Turn, oh! turn a favouring eye,
Hear our solemn Litany!

By the sacred griefs that wept
O'er the grave where Lazarus slept;
By the boding tears that flowed
Over Salem's loved abode;

By the anguished sigh that told
Treachery lurked within Thy fold;
From Thy seat above the sky,
Hear our solemn Litany!

By Thy deep expiring groan ;
By the sad sepulchral stone;
By the vault, whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God;
Oh! from earth to heaven restored,
Mighty re-ascended Lord,

Listen, listen to the cry

Of our solemn Litany! Amen.

WITHI

TITHDRAW not, Lord, Thy help,
Nor cast me from Thy sight:

Nor let Thy Holy Spirit take

His everlasting flight.

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The joy Thy favour gives,
Let me again obtain:

And Thy free Spirit's firm support
My fainting soul sustain !

So I Thy righteous ways

To sinners will impart ;

Whilst my advice shall wicked men

To Thy just laws convert.

A broken spirit is

By God most highly prized:
By Him a humble contrite heart
Shall never be despised.

HEW pity, Lord: O Lord, forgive!
Let a repenting sinner live:

Are not Thy mercies large and free?
May not the guilty trust in Thee?
O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Great God, Thy nature hath no bound,
So let Thy pardoning love be found.
My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against Thy law, against Thy grace;
Lord, should Thy judgments grow severe,
I am condemned, but Thou art clear.
Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round Thy word,
Would light on some swee t promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

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