ROCKINGHAM.

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Invoking a Blessing.. 1 LORD! when thy people seek thy face, And dying sinners pray to live, Hear thou in heaven,thy dwelling-place, 17 And, when thou hearest, O forgive! 2 Hear when thy messengers proclaim The blessed Gospel of thy Son, Still, by the power of his great name, Be mighty signs and wonders done. 3 But will indeed Jehovah deign

Here to abide, no transient guest? Here will the world's Redeemer reign, And here the Holy Spirit rest?

MONTGOMERY.

4 That glory never hence depart!

Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone;
Thy kingdom come to every heart,
In every bosom fix thy throne.

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WATTS. 4 How amiable are thy Tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts. 1 GREAT God! attend, while Zion sings, The joy that from thy presence springs; To spend one day with thee, on earth, Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thy house, O God of grace, Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our sun,-he makes our day; God is our shield,-he guards our way; All needful grace he will bestow, And crown that grace with glory too.

14 O God! our King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
Thy willing servants may we be,
For blest are they who trust in thee.

C. ROBBINS.

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"Speak, Lord, for thy Servant heareth."
WHILE thus thy throne of grace weseek,
O God, within our spirits speak!
For we will hear thy voice to-day,
Nor turn our hardened hearts away.

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Speak in thy gentlest tones of love,
Till all our best affections move;
We long to hear no meaner call,
But feel that thou art all in all.

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To conscience speak thy quickening word,
Till all its sense of sin is stirred:
For we would leave no stain of guile,
To cloud the radiance of thy smile.
Speak, Father, to the anxious heart,
Till every fear and doubt depart:
For we can find no home or rest,
Till with thy Spirit's whispers blest.
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BISHOP KENN

Morning Worship.

1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun.
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Lord, I my vows to thee renew:
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and
And with thyself my spirit fill. [will,

4 And if, to make our sins depart,
In vain the will has striven,
He who regards the inmost heart
Will send his grace from heaven.

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2 Now peace, be still, unhallowed care,
And hushed within the breast!
A holy joy shall welcome there
This happy day of rest.

4 Then shall the day indeed be blest,
And send its hallowing power,
Its sacred calm and inward rest,
Through many a busy hour.

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A Sabbath Morning.

1 How sweet, how calm this Sabbath morn!
How pure the air that breathes,
And soft the sounds upon it borne,
And light its vapor wreaths!

8 Each better thought the spirit knows,
This hour, the spirit fill
And thou, from whom its being flows,
O, teach it all thy will!

ANON.

2 It seems as if the Christian's prayer,
For peace and joy and love,
Were answered by the very air
That wafts its strain above.

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The Day of Prayer and Rest.

Friends of God.

1 EARTH'S busy sounds and ceaseless din 1 UNITE, my rising thoughts, unite
In silence soft and sweet;
And thou, my soul, sit gently down
At thy great Sov'reign's feet.

Wake not this morning air!
A holy calm should welcome in
This solemn hour of prayer.

3 Let each unholy passion cease,
Each evil thought be crushed,
Each anxious care that mars thy peace
In faith and love be hushed.

2 Jehovah's gentle voice is heard,
And gladly I attend;
For lo! the everlasting God
Proclaims himself my friend.

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By all its joys, I charge my heart,
To grieve his love no more;
But, charmed by melody divine,
To give its follies o'er.