Let ev'ry peaceful, private home
A temple, Lord, to thee become.
3 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy glorious sight;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life's last hour, to persevere.

972*

National hymn.

P. M. 6s & 4s.

1 MY country, 'tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrim's pride,
From ev'ry mountain side
Let freedom ring.

2 My native country, thee-
Land of the noble free-
Thy name I love;

I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.

3 Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song:
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,-

The sound prolong.

4 Our fathers' God, to thee,
Author of liberty,

To thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by thy might,

Great God, our King.

973*

1

TEMPERANCE.

Prayer for quickening grace.

Y soul lies cleaving to the dust;
Lord, give me life divine;
From vain desires, and every lust,
Turn off these eyes of mine.

2 I need the influence of thy grace
To speed me in thy way,
Lest I should loiter in my race
Or turn my feet astray.

3 Are not thy mercies sov'reign still,
And thou a faithful God?

Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal
To run the heavenly road?

4 Does not my heart thy precepts love,
And long to see thy face?
And yet how slow my spirits move
Without enliv'ning grace!

5 Then shall I love thy gospel more,
And ne'er forget thy word,

C. M.

When I have felt its quick'ning power
To draw me near the Lord.

974+

1 FAL

Prayer for grace in trial.

ATHER of all our mercies, thou
In whom we move and live,

Hear us in heaven, thy dwelling now,
And answer, and forgive.

2 When, harass'd by ten thousand foes,
Our helplessness we feel,

O give the weary soul repose,
The wounded spirit heal.

3 When dire temptations gather round,
And threaten or allure,

By storm or calm, in thee be found
A refuge strong and sure.

C. M.

4 From day to day, O may we grow
In faith, in hope, and love,
And walk in holiness below

To holiness above.

975* Succor implored in conflicts.

1 A

LAS! what hourly dangers rise!
What snares beset my way!

To heaven, O let me lift mine eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.

C. M.

2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, And melt in flowing tears!

My weak resistance, ah, how vain!
How strong my foes and fears!

30 gracious God, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid;

Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
O bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.

5 Whene'er temptations lure my heart,
Or draw my feet aside;

My God, thy powerful aid impart,
My Guardian and my Guide.

60 keep me in thy heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee;
And let me never, never stray
From happiness and thee.

976 (933)

1

OUND the temp'rance standard rally,
All the friends of human kind;

Snatch the devotees of folly,

Wretched, perishing and blind:
Loudly tell them

How they comfort now may find.

2 Bear the blissful tidings onwards,
Bear them all the world around;
Let the myriads thronging downwards
Hear the sweet and blissful sound,
And, obeying,

In the paths of peace be found.

3 Plant the temp'rance standard firmly,
Round it live, and round it die;
Young and old defend it sternly,
Till we gain the victory,

And all nations

Hail the happy Jubilee.*

977 (934) Praise for the increase of temperance. L. M.

1 WE

E praise thee, Lord, if but one soul, While the past year prolong'd its flight, Turn'd shudd'ring from the pois'nous bowl, To health and liberty and light.

2 We praise thee-if one clouded home,
Where broken hearts despairing pin'd,
Beheld the sire and husband come,
Erect, and in his perfect mind.

3 No more a weeping wife to mock,

Till all her hopes in anguish end-
No more the trembling mind to shock,
And sink the father in the fiend.
4 Still give us grace, Almighty King,
Unwav'ring at our posts to stand;
Till grateful at thy shrine we bring
The tribute of a ransom'd land.

978 (937)

FOR BIBLE SOCIETIES.

Value of the Bible.

10, Holy Book! thou word divine.

G%

L. M.

Of him who spake as ne'er man spake;

Go, for Omnipotence is thine,

And to thy truths the nations wake.

2 Go-and wherever man has trod,

Where there is one for whom Christ died, Open the treasures of our God,

And tell them of the Crucified.

3 Fly-fly on wing of angel speed,
And bear the news of dying grace,
Say, Jesus is the Christ indeed,

And ransom'd ALL the human race.

4 The veil of ignorance shall rend,

And light shall pass through error's night,
And idols of the earth shall bend
Beneath the glory of thy might.

5 Onward in thy triumphant way,
Thou message of the Holy One,
Thy truth shall usher in the day,
The reign of God's beloved Son.

979*

Power of God's word.

1 EHOLD, the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;

His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.

2 But where the gospel comes,
It spreads diviner light;

It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.

3 How perfect is thy word!

And all thy judgments just!
For ever sure thy promise, Lord,
And we securely trust.

4 My gracious God, how plain
Are thy directions given!
O may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heaven.

S. M.