But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

6 Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

HYMN 202. II, 4 Lenox,

Anniversary.

Children, 1900s D..

COME, let our voices join,

In one glad song of praise:

To God, the God of love,

Our grateful hearts we raise TS

Congrégation.

To God alone your praise belongs;

His love demands your earliest

Childrens't

2 Now we are taught to read
The Book of life divine,
Where our Redeemer's love
And brightest glories shine: >
Congregation.

songs.

To God alone the praise is due,
Who sends his word to us and you.

3 Within the hallowed walls

Our wandering feet are brought, Where prayer and praise ascend, And heavenly truths are taught:

Congregation.

To God alone your offerings bring;
Here in his church your praises sing.

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4 For blessings such as these,
Our gratitude receive:
Lord, here accept our hearts;
"Tis all that we can

Congregation.

Great God accept their infant songs;
To Thee alone their praise belongs.

Both.

5 Lord, bid this work of love

Be crowned with meet success;
May thousands yet unborn,
This institution bless:

Thus shall the praise resound to Thee,
Now, and through all eternity.

HYMN 203. C. M.

Christ the object of love.

1 JESUS, I love thy charming name,

Tis music to mine ear:

Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heaven should hear."

2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,
My joy, my hope, my trust,
Jewels, to Thee, are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3 All my capacious powers can wish,
In Thee most richly meet;
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

5 I'll speak the honors of thy name, With my last laboring breath,

Then speechless clasp Thee in mine arms, The antidote of death.

HYMN 204. C. M.

Communion with Christ.

1 JESUS, my Saviour, bind me fast,
In cords of heavenly love;
Then sweetly draw me to thy breast,
Nor let me thence remove.

2 Draw me from all created good,
From self, the world, and sin:
To the dear fountain of thy blood,
And make me pure within.

3 O lead me to thy mercy seat,
Attract me nearer still;

Draw me, like Mary, to Thy feet,
To sit and learn thy will.

4 0 draw me by thy providence, MA S
Thy Spirit and thy word,

From all the things of time and sense,
To Thee, my gracious Lord. T

HYMN 205. II 35, vilT

Invitation.

1 PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan
Hath taught each scene the note of woe;
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow: f
Behold, the precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain and heal thy wound.

2 Come, freely come; by sin oppress'd,
On Jesus cast thy weighty load;
In him thy refuge, find thy rest,
Safe in the merey of thy God:
Thy God's thy Saviour! glorious word!
O hear, believe, and bless the Lord..

dard HYMN 206. L. M.

Prayer for the Divine Presence.

1

10 THOU, to whose all searching sight,

The darkness shineth as the light;

Search, prove my heart, it pants for Thee;
O burst these bonds, and set it free.

44.4

2 If in this darksome wild I stray,:10 &
Be Thou my light, be Thou my way;
No foes, nor violence I fear, WOR
Nor fraud, while Thou, my God, art near.

3 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe; Jesus, thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, and cheer my heart.

4 Saviour, where'er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee;
O let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill.

5 If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportioned to Thy day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and

HYMN 207. 8 & 7's.

World renounced.

peace.

1 JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shall be:
Let the world neglect and leave me;
They have left my Saviour too:
Human hopes have oft deceived me;
Thou art faithful, thou art true.

2 Perish, earthly fame and treasure,
Come disaster, scorn and pain;
In thy service, pain is pleasure;
With thy favor loss is gain:
O'tis not in grief to harm me,
While thy bleeding love I see;
O'tis not in joy to charm me,
When that love is hid from me.