379 RISEHOLME. 8s, 4. H. J. GAUNTLETT. Father of all, from land and sea The nations sing, "Thine, Lord, are we, Countless in number, but in thee May we be one." na - tion, Hear and re- ceive thy church's sup-pli- ca- tion, Lord God Al - might - y. 915 The Church menaced. LORD of our life, and God of our salvation, Star of our night, and hope of every nation, Hear and receive thy church's supplication, Lord God Almighty. 3 Peace in our hearts, our evil thoughts assuaging, Peace in thy church, where brothers are engaging, Peace, when the world its busy war is waging; Calm thy foes raging. 2 Lord, thou canst help when earthly ar- 4 Grant us thy help till backward they are mor faileth, driven, Lord, thou canst save when deadly sin as- Grant them thy truth, that they may be forsaileth, given, Lord, o'er thy rock nor death nor hell pre- Grant peace on earth, and after we have vaileth: Grant us thy peace, Lord:- striven, Peace in thy heaven. Philip Pusey. APOLLOS. S. M. D. LOWELL MASON. How beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zi on's hill! Who bring sal-va- tion 917 More Laborers. LORD of the harvest! hear Thy needy servants cry; Answer our faith's effectual prayer, And all our wants supply. On thee we humbly wait; Our wants are in thy view; The harvest truly, Lord! is great, 2 Convert and send forth more And let them speak thy word of power, As workers with their God. Give the pure Gospel-word, The word of general grace; 3 Oh, let them spread thy name; And tell each creature under heaven, Charles Wesley. STATE STREET. S. M. J. C. WOODMAN. I love thy kingdom, Lord! The house of thine abode, The church, our blest Redeemer saved With his own precious blood. I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord! The house of thine abode, The church, our blessed Redeemer saved With his own precious blood. 2 I love thy church, O God! Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. 3 For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given, 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 5 Sure as thy truth shall last, The brightest glories earth can yield, Timothy Dwight. He makes his churches his abode, 2 In Zion God is known, A refuge in distress; How bright has his salvation shone, 3 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often seen, How well our God secures the fold, 4 In every new distress, We'll to his house repair; We'll think upon his wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there. Isaac Watts. ST. MARTINS. C. M. W. TANSUR. O THOU, whose own vast temple stands, Have raised to worship thee. 2 Lord, from thine inmost glory send, 3 May erring minds that worship here And they who mourn and they who fear, 'TIS NOT a cause of small import 2 They watch for souls for whom the Lord For souls that must for ever live In rapture or in woe. 3 All to the great tribunal haste, And shouldst thou strictly mark our faults, 4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, 4 May they that Jesus whom they preach, William C. Bryant. Philip Doddridge. A growing kingdom. Он, where are kings and empires now, Of old that went and came? ms of the world 3 For not like kingdoms of [her, Though earthquake shocks are threatening And tempests are abroad; 4 Unshaken as eternal hills, A mountain that shall fill the earth, A house not made by hands. Arthur C. Coxe. |