3 Cleanse their hearts from sinful folly In the stream Thy love supplied, Mingled stream of blood and water Flowing from Thy wounded side; And to heavenly pastures lead them, Where Thine own still waters glide.

4 Let Thy holy Word instruct them;
Fill their minds with heavenly light;
Let Thy powerful grace constrain them
To approve whate'er is right;
Let them feel Thy yoke is easy,

Let them prove Thy burden light.

5 Taught to lisp Thy holy praises

Which on earth Thy children sing, Both with lips and hearts, unfeignèd, Glad thank-offerings may they bring; Then with all the saints in glory

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Join to praise their Lord and King.

SHEPHERD of tender youth,
Guiding in love and truth
Through devious ways;
Christ, our triumphant King,
We come Thy name to sing,
And here our children bring
To join Thy praise.

2 Thou art our holy Lord, O all-subduing Word, Healer of strife:

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Thou didst Thyself abase,
That from sin's deep disgrace
Thou mightest save our race,

And give us life,

3 Thou art the great High Priest;
Thou hast prepared the feast
Of holy love:

And in our mortal pain
None calls on Thee in vain;
Help Thou dost not disdain,
Help from above.

4 Ever be near our side,

Our Shepherd and our Guide,
Our Staff and Song;
Jesus, Thou Christ of God,
By Thine enduring Word,
Lead us where Thou hast trod,
Make our faith strong.

5 So now, and till we die,
Sound we Thy praises high,
And joyful sing;

Let all the holy throng
Who to Thy Church belong,
Unite and swell the song
To Christ our King!

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8,7,8,7, SAVIOR, who Thy flock art feeding With the Shepherd's kindest care, All the feeble gently leading,

While the lambs Thy bosom share.

2 Now, these little ones receiving,
Fold them in Thy gracious arm;
There, we know, Thy Word believing,
Only there secure from harm.

3 Never, from Thy pasture roving, Let them be the Lion's prey;

Let Thy tenderness, so loving,

Keep them through life's dangerous way.

4 Then within Thy fold eternal
Let them find a resting-place:
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink the rivers of Thy grace.

CHURCH

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O LORD of hosts, whose glory fills
The bounds of the eternal hills,
And yet vouchsafst, in Christian lands,
To dwell in temples made with hands.

2 Grant that all we, who here to-day
Rejoicing this foundation lay,

May be in very deed Thine own,
Built on the precious corner-stone.

3 The heads that guide endue with skill, The hands that work preserve from ill, That we, who these foundations lay, May raise the topstone in its day.

4 But now and ever, Lord, protect
The temple of Thine own elect;

Be Thou in them, and they in Thee,
O ever-blessed Trinity!

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IN the Name which earth and heaven

Ever worship, praise, and fear,

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,

Shall a house be builded here:

Here with prayer its deep foundations,
In the faith of Christ, we lay,
Trusting by His help to crown it
With the top-stone in its day.

2 Here as in their due succession

Stone on stone the workmen place,
Thus, we pray, unseen but surely,
Jesu, build us up in grace;
Till, within these walls completed,
We complete in Thee are found;
And to Thee, the one Foundation,

Strong and living stones, are bound.

3 Fair shall be Thine earthly temple ::
Here the careless passer-by
Shall bethink him, in its beauty,
Of the holier House on high;
Weary hearts and troubled spirits
Here shall find a still retreat;
Sinful souls shall bring their burden
Here to the Absolver's feet.

4 Yet with truer, nobler beauty,

Lord, we pray, this house adorn, Where Thy Bride, Thy Church redeemed, Robes her for her marriage morn; Clothed in garments of salvation, Rich with gems of heavenly grace, Spouse of Christ, arrayed and waiting Till she may behold His face.

5 Here in due and solemn order

May her ceaseless prayer arise; Here may strains of holy gladness Lift her heart above the skies; Here the word of life be spoken;

Here the child of God be sealed;

Here the Bread of Heaven be broken,
"Till He come," Himself revealed.

6 Praise to Thee, O Master-Builder,
Maker of the earth and skies;
Praise to Thee, in Whom Thy temple
Fitly framed together lies;
Praise to Thee, eternal Spirit,
Binding all that lives in one:
Till our earthly praise be ended,
And th' eternal song begun!

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BEHOLD the sure Foundation-stone
Which God in Zion lays,

To build our heavenly hopes upon,
And His eternal praise.

C. M.

2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear,
Let saints adore the name;
They trust their whole salvation here,
Nor shall they suffer shame.

3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain;

Yet on this Rock the Church shall rest And envy rage in vain.

4 What though the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise:

"Tis Thine own work, Almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes.

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CHRIST is our Corner-stone,

On Him alone we build:

With His true saints alone

The courts of heav'n are filled;