1. O Father,bless us ere we go!Thy word into our minds instil, And make our lukewarm hearts to glow

With lowly love and fervent will.Thro' all the day,thro'out the night, holy Father,be our light.AMEN.

With wider view, come loftier goal!
With fuller light, more good to see!
With freedom, truer self-control,

With knowledge, deeper reverence be!

42 VENTNOR.

II, 10, II, IO.

Sir JOSEPH BARNBY.

1. Still,still with thee,when pur-ple morning break-eth, When the bird waketh and the shadows flee;

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Fairer than morning,lov-lier than the daylight, Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with thee! AMEN,

May be sung also to Berlin.

2 Alone with thee, amid the mystic shadows,
The solemn hush of nature newly born;
Alone with thee in breathless adoration,

In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.

3 Still, still with thee! as to each new-born morning
A fresh and solemn splendor still is given,
So doth this blessed consciousness, awaking,

Breathe, each day, nearness unto thee and heaven.

4 When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,
Its closing eye looks up to thee in prayer;
Sweet the repose beneath thy wings o'ershading,
But sweeter still to wake and find thee there.

5 So shall it be at last, in that bright morning,

When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee:
Oh, in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning,
Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with thee!

Harriet Beecher Stowe.

43 BERLIN.

II, I, II, IO.

MENDELSSOHN.

1. Father, to us thy children,humbly kneeling,Conscious of weakness,ignorance,sin,and shame,

Give such a force of ho-ly thought and feeling, That we may live to glo-ri-fy thy name. A-MEN.

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2 That we may conquer base desire and passion,
That we may rise from selfish thought and will,
O'ercome the world's allurement, threat, and fashion,
Walk humbly, gently, leaning on thee still.

3 Let all thy goodness by our minds be seen,
Let all thy mercy on our souls be sealed:

Lord, if thou wilt, thy power can make us clean;
Oh, speak the word, thy servants shall be healed!

Patient, O Heart.

James Freeman Clarke.

1 Father, to thee we look in all our sorrow,
Thou art the fountain whence our healing flows;
Dark though the night, joy cometh with the morrow;
Safely they rest who on thy love repose.

2 When fond hopes fail and skies are dark before us,
When the vain cares that vex our life increase,—
Comes with its calm the thought that thou art o'er us,
And we grow quiet, folded in thy peace.

3 Naught shall affright us on thy goodness leaning,
Low in the heart faith singeth still her song;
Chastened by pain we learn life's deeper meaning,
And in our weakness thou dost make us strong.

4 Patient, O heart, though heavy be thy sorrows!
Be not cast down, disquieted in vain;

Yet shalt thou praise him when these darkened furrows,
Where now he ploweth, wave with golden grain.

F. L. Hosmer.

45 NICAEA. Irregular.

Rev. J. B. DYKES.

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2 Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee,
Though the eye of sinful man thy giory may not see,
Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee,
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.

The Eternal One.

Reginald Heber.

1 Bring, O morn, thy music! Bring, O night, thy hushes!
Oceans, laugh the rapture to the storm-winds coursing free!
Suns and stars are singing, Thou art our Creator,

Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be!

2 Life and death, thy creatures, praise thee, Mighty Giver!
Praise and prayer are rising in thy beast and bird and tree:
Lo! they praise and vanish, vanish at thy bidding,-
Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be!

3 Light us! lead us! love us! cry thy groping nations,
Pleading in the thousand tongues, but naming only thee,
Weaving blindly out thy holy, happy purpose,-
Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be!

4 Life nor Death can part us, O thou Love Eternal,
Shepherd of the wandering star and souls that wayward flee!
Homeward draws the spirit to thy Spirit yearning,-
Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be!

William C. Gannett.