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3 The eternal Teacher still survives

New comforts to impart;
His eye still guides us, and His voice

Still animates our heart.
4 Through every scene of life and death

This promise is our trust;
And this shall be our children's song

When we are cold in dust. 298.

Close of Divine Service. 8.7.4. 1 LORD! dismiss us with Thy blessing,

Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us each Thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace;

0! refresh us,
Travelling through this wilderness.
2 Thanks we give, and adoration,

For Thy gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of Thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound !

May Thy presence
With us evermore be found.
3 [So whene'er the signal's given

Us from earth to call away,
Borne on angels' wings to heaven,
Glad the summons to obey,

May we ever
Reign with Christ in endless day! ]



Now may. He who from the dead,

Brought the Shepherd of the sheep,
Jesus Christ, our King and Head,

All our souls in safety keep.
2 May He teach us to fulfil

What is pleasing in His sight;
Perfect us in all His will,

And preserve us day and night.
3 To that dear Redeemer's praise,

Who the covenant seald with blood,
Let our hearts and voices raise

Loud thanksgivings to our God.
Close of the Service.

8.7. LORD, dismiss us with Thy blessing;

Bid us all depart in peace;
Still on heavenly manna feeding,

Let our faith and love increase :
Fill each breast with consolation;

Up to Thee our hearts we raise !
When we reach our blissful station,
Then we'll give Thee nobler praise.

Hallelujah! 301. At Parting

L.M. LORD, now we part in Thy blest name,

In which we here together came;

Grant us our few remaining days

To work Thy will, and spread Thy praise. 2 Teach us in life and death to bless

The Lord our strength and righteousness ;
And grant us all to meet above,

Then shall we better sing Thy love! 302. Benediction.

8.7. MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour,

And the Father's boundless love,
With the Holy Spirit's favour,

Rest upon us from above ! 2 Thus may we abide in union

With each other, and the Lord ;
And possess, in sweet communion,

Joys which earth cannot afford.

L.M. 1 PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow;

Praise Him all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 304. Doxology.

TO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

One God whom we adore,
Be glory, as


now, And shall be evermore!

was, is



The Hour of Prayer.
G when the morning shineth,

Go when the noon is bright,
Go when the day declineth,

Go in the hush of night;
with pure mind and feeling,

Cast earthly thoughts away,
And in thy chamber kneeling,

Do thou in secret pray.
2 Remember all who love thee,

All who are loved by thee,
Pray too for those who hate thee,

Tf any such there be ;
Then for thyself in meekness

A blessing humbly claim,
And link with each petition

Thy great Redeemer's name.
3 But if 'tis ere denied thee

In solitude to pray-
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee

When friends are round thy way, —
E'en then the silent breathing,

The spirit raised above,
Will reach the throne of glory,

Of mercy, truth, and love.
4 Whene'er thou pin’st in sadness,

Before His footstool fall,-
Remember in thy gladness

His love, who gave thee all !


Oh! not a joy or blessing

With this can we compare,
The power that has been given us

To pour our souls in prayer !
Abide with me."

10s. ABIDE with me! Fast falls the eventide ;

The me

abide : When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, O abide with me! 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;

Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see :

O Thou, who changest not, abide with me! 3 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,

But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord-
Familiar, condescending, patient, free,

Come not to sojourn, but abide with me. 4 I need Thy presence every passing hour,What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's

power ? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ?

Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me; 5 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless ;

Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy

I triumph still, If Thou abide with me!

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