On thee, at the creation,
The light first had its birth';
On thee, for our salvation,

Christ rose from depths of earth;
On thee, our Lord victorious
The Spirit sent from heaven,
And thus on thee, most glorious,
A triple light was given.

Thou art a port protected

From storms that round us rise; A garden intersected

With streams of Paradise; Thou art a cooling fountain

In life's dry, dreary sand;

From thee, like Pisgah's mountain, 、 We view our promised land.

To-day on weary nations.

The heavenly manna falls; To holy convocations

The silver trumpet calls, Where Gospel light is glowing With pure and radiant beams, And living water flowing

With soul-refreshing streams.

New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest;

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To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father, and to Son;
The Church her voice upraises

To Thee, blest Three in One. Amen.

Lord, I have loved the habitation of Thy house."
163 To Thy temple I repair;
Lord, I love to worship there;
While Thy glorious praise is sung,
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue.

While the prayers of saints ascend.
God of love, to mine attend;
Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads;
Hear, for Jesus intercedes.

While I hearken to Thy law,
Fill my soul with humble awe,
Till Thy Gospel bring to me
Life and immortality.

While Thy ministers proclaim
Peace and pardon in Thy Name,
Through their voice, by faith, may I
Hear Thee speaking from the sky.

From Thy house when I return,
May my heart within me burn;
And at evening let me say,

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"I have walk'd with God to-day."

Amen.

"While He blessed them He was parted from them."

165 LORD, dismiss us with Thy blessing,
Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us each, Thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace;
O refresh us,

Travelling through this wilderness.
Thanks we give, and adoration,
For Thy Gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruit of Thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound:
May Thy presence

With us evermore be found. Amen.

Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path."

166 ALMIGHTY FATHER, bless the word,
Which through Thy grace we now have heard;
O may Thy precious seed take root,
Spring up, and bear abundant fruit.

We praise Thee for the means of grace,
Thus in Thy courts to seek Thy face:
Grant, Lord, that we who worship here
May all, at last, in heaven appear. Amen.

The Lord shall give His people the blessing of peace." 169 SAVIOUR, again to Thy dear Name we raise

With one accord our parting hymn of praise;

We stand to bless Thee ere our worship cease, Then, lowly kneeling, wait Thy word of peace. Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward way; With Thee began, with Thee shall end the day;

Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame,

That in this house have called upon Thy Name.

Grant us Thy peace, Lord, through the coming night,

Turn Thou for us its darkness into light; From harm and danger keep Thy children

free,

For dark and light are both alike to Thee.

Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly

life,

Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife; Then, when Thy voice shall bid our conflict

cease,

Call us, O Lord, to Thine eternal peace. Amen.

"The armies in Heaven followed Him." 176 THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain;

His blood-red banner streams afar :
Who follows in His train?

Who best can drink His cup of woe,
And triumph over pain,

Who patient bears His Cross below-
He follows in His train.

The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave,
Who saw His Master in the sky,
And call'd on Him to save:
Like Him, with pardon on His tongue,
In midst of mortal pain,

He pray'd for them that did the wrong:
Who follows in His train?

A glorious band, the chosen few,
On whom the Spirit came:

Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mock'd the cross and flame:
They met the tyrant's brandish'd steel,
The lion's gory mane;

They bow'd their neck the death to feel:
Who follows in their train ?

A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
Around the Saviour's throne rejoice,
In robes of light array'd:

They climb'd the dizzy steep of Heaven
Through peril, toil, and pain :

O God! to us may grace be given

To follow in their train !

Amen.