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The holy angels thee surround,
Who always see thy Father's face,
And never slumber nights nor days.
2 God fill thee with his heav'nly
light,

To steer thy christian course aright;
Make thee a tree of blessed root,
That ever bends with godly fruit.

3 Those children are to God most
dear,

2 Sleep, my babe; thy food and rai-Who him with rev'rence, love and

ment,

House and home, thy friends provide,
All without thy care and payment,
All thy wants are well supply'd.
3 How much better thou'rt attended
Than the Son of God could be,
When from heaven he descended,

And became a child like thee.
4 Soft and easy is thy cradle,
Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,
When his birth-place was a stable,
And his softest bed was hay.
5 Was there nothing but a manger
Cursed sinners could afford,
To receive the heav'nly Stranger,
'Did they thus neglect our Lord?
6 See the joyful shepherds round him,
Telling wonders from the sky!
Where they sought him, there they
found him,

With his virgin-mother by.

7 'Twas to save thee, child, from dying,
That thy blest Redeemer came;
He by groans and bitter crying

Saved thee from burning flame.
May'st thou live to know and fear him,
Trust and love him all thy days;
Then go
dwell for ever near him,
See his face, and sing his praise.

fear;

And infants are by Jesus Christ
Most kindly bless'd, and highly priz'd.

4 Are not the joys of God above
Giv'n to the children of his love?
He who desires to see his face,
Must here become a child of

grace.
5 Be thou, dear child, in thy degree
Like Jesus, in his infancy:
He soon did ev'ry grace display,
Tho' he was God, he learnt t' obey.

6 He hath, by all he did and said,
For thee rich blessings merited;
'Twas thine entailed misery
Made him become a child like thee.
7 If thou partakest of his grace,
Thou wilt enjoy that happiness,
Which our incarnate God regain'd
For all whom Adam's sin had stain'd.
8 Soon in this world will finish'd be
The task God may design for thee;
May'st thou, when this short life is
o'er,

With Jesus live for evermore.

9 Sleep now, dear child, and take thy
rest;

If thou with riper years art blest,
Increase in wisdom and in grace,
Till thou shalt see thy Saviour's face,

c. C. Before and after Meals.

906. T. 14.

909. T. 595.

SURE God is present here,

His gifts demand our praise;

FOUNTAIN of being, Source of The present instance of his care

good!

By thy almighty breath

The creature proves our bane or food,
Dispensing life or death.

2 Thee we address in humble pray'r,
Vouchsafe thy gifts to crown;
Father of all, thy children hear,
And send a blessing down.

3 May we enjoy thy saving grace,
Thy goodness taste and see,
Athirst for blood-bought righteousness,
And hungry after thee.

-907.* T. 10.

TO God the Lord be praises
For all the gifts and graces
He hath to us dispensed,
E'er since our lives commenced.
2 No blessing he denieth,
Us all with food supplieth,
Grants us his preservation
In ev'ry age and station.

908. T. 90.
THOU sov'reign Author of all good,
Whose providence for all doth care,
Giver of life, of health, and food,

;

Be present with thy children here, And to our use oh sanctify The gifts thy bounty doth supply. 2 All creatures, Lord, on thee depend, And by thy pow'r and bounty live May we each blessing thou dost send With truly grateful hearts receive, In ev'ry gift thou dost dispense Admiring thy wise providence. 3 Wecan't thy boundless mercies share, And thee, the Spring of life, forget; For all thy goodness, love and care,

Our thanks we offer at thy feet. Lord, may we always taste thy grace, Until we end our mortal race.

Speaks him a God of grace.

2 In him we live and move,

In him our being have;

We thank thee, Jesus, Source of love, Who cam'st our souls to save.

910. T. 11.

JESUS' mercies never fail,
This we prove at ev'ry meal;
Lord, we thank thee for thy grace,
Gladly join to sing thy praise.

2 Lord, the gifts thou dost bestow,
Can refresh and cheer us too:
But no gift can to the heart
Be what thou our Saviour art.

3 Praise our God! it is but just,
He hath rais'd us from the dust,
Gave us being, gave us breath,
Saves us from eternal death.

911. T. T. 79.

WHAT praise to thee, my Saviour, Is due for ev'ry favor,

Ev'n for my daily food! Each crumb thou dost allow me, With gratitude shall bow me, Accounting all for me too good.

912. T. 22.

BE present at our table, Lord!
Be here and ev'ry where ador'd;
From thy all-bounteous hand our food
May we receive with gratitude.
2 We humbly thank thee, Lord our
God,

For all thy gifts on us bestow'd;
And pray thee, graciously to grant
The food which day by day we w

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THE Lord be with me ev'ry where,
And screen me with paternal care
By his almighty arm.

No trav❜ller needs to faint or fear,
If he believes the Lord is near,

Who can protect him from all harm.

916. T. 157.1

JESUS, thou art my salvation!
Bow thine ear,-hear my pray'r,
Grant my supplication :

Lo! thou seest me here a stranger;
Unto me-gracious be;
Lord, avert all danger.

2 In distress be thou my Saviour;
Hear my pray❜rs,-see my tears,
Show thy servant favor.
Thro' life's journey safely lead me;
Guide my way,-lest I stray
From the hand that made me.

917.* T. 22.

LORD, in thy name we go our way;
Be thou our Guide, Support and Stay,
Protect us by thy mighty hand,
Where'er we go by sea or land.

918.* T. 26.

LORD, let thy presence with us go,
Throughout our journey us direct,
Thy angels guard us and protect,
Yea, prosper
thou whate'er we do.

919. T. 583.

PRESERVE this ship and company,
O Lord,

And thy protecting aid to them afford;
Be their support when waves and tem-
pests roar,

And bring them safely to their destin'd shore.

920. T. 97.

WHEN Jesus calls we ready stand,

2 By sea and land, by night and day,Our future life is in his hand;

O Lord, in safety me convey,

Tho' winds and thunders roar. Bring me, when ev'ry peril's past, Safe to the destin'd place at last,

There to extol thy help and pow'r.

Tho' separated for a time,
We yet continue one in him;
And therefore, while we part, need
not complain,

As if we never were to meet again.

921. T. 14. BLEST be that sacred cov'nant love, Uniting tho' we part; Our bodies may far off remove,

We still are one in heart.

2 Join'd in one spirit to our Head,

Where he appoints, we go,
And still in Jesus' footsteps tread,
Show forth his praise below.

3 Oh, may we ever walk with him,
And nothing know beside,
Nought else desire, nought else esteem,
But Jesus crucify'd.

4 Nor joy nor grief, nor time nor place,

Nor life nor death can part Those, who enjoying Jesus' grace, In him are one in heart.

5 Soon will he wipe off ev'ry tear,

On Canaan's blissful shore, Where all, who friends in Jesus are, Shall meet to part no more.

E. For the Sick.

922. T. 166. WHEN pining sickness wastes the frame,

Acute disease or weak'ning pain; When life fast spends its feeble flame, And all the help of man proves vain; Joyless and flat all things appear,

Languid the spirits, weak the flesh, No med'cines ease, nor cordials cheer, Food can't support, nor sleep refresh; 2 Then, then to have recourse to God, To pray to him in time of need, And feel the balm of Jesus' blood, This is to find a Friend indeed. And this, O christian, is thy lot,

Who cleavest to the Lord by faith, He'll never leave thee (doubt it not) In pain, in sickness, or in death. ᏞᎥ

13 When flesh decays, when vigor fails, He will thy strength and portion be; Support thy weakness, bear thy ails,

And softly whisper, " trust in me." Himself will be thy helping Friend,

Thy good Physician, yea thy Nurse, *To make thy bed will condescend, And from affliction take the curse. *Psalm xli. 3.

923. T. 22.

THO' I'm in body full of pain,
My soul doth heav'nly comfort gain;
And, should I die, I'm not afraid,
Since Jesus suffer'd in my stead.
2 Yet one thing will I ask of thee;
Never, O Lord, forsake thou me;
But bless me often, keep my mind
Stay'd on thy help, to thee resign'd.
3 Then I shall be supremely blest,
Nor ask, tho' sick, to be releas'd;
I'll wait thy time, thy love I feel,
I know thou rulest all things well.

924. T. 22.

MY body's weak, my heart unclean,
I pine with sickness, and with sin;
My strength decays, my spirits droop,
Bow'd down with guilt, I can't look up.
2. To thee, O Lord, in faith I turn,
Who all my sicknesses hast bòrne;
Sin thou hadst none, and yet didst die
For guilty sinners, such as I.

3 Sin's rankling sores my soul corrode,
Oh, heal them with thy precious blood;
And if thou wilt my health restore,
Lord, let me ne'er offend thee more.

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3 With pining sickness I decay,
Diseases wear my flesh away;
But I shall soon his leave obtain
To be releas'd from all my pain.

4 Quickly, O Lord, thy angels charge
To set my longing soul at large;
Quickly thy blessed hosts command
To carry me to thy right hand.

5 My loving friends, farewel, farewel,
I go with Jesus Christ to dwell,
Welcome my heav'nly country now,
Parents and brethren, all adieu!

12 They praise the Lamb who once was
But we can add a higher strain; [slain,
Not only say,
"He suffer'd thus;"

But, that" He suffer'd all for us."
3 When angels by transgression fell,
Justice consign'd them all to hell;
But mercy form'd a wondrous plan
To save and honor fallen man,

Jesus, who pass'd the angels by,
Assum'd our flesh to bleed and die;
He who redeem'd us by his blood,
As man, still fills the throne of God..
5 Immanuel, our Brother now,

F. Concerning the holy Angels. Is he 'fore whom the angels bow;

926.* T. 22.

To God let all the human race
Bring adoration, thanks and praise;
He makes his love and wisdom known
By angels who surround his throne.
2 The angels, whom his breath inspires,
His ministers, are flaming fires,
With joy they in his service move,
To bear his vengeance or his love.
3 With gladness they obey his will,
And all his purposes fulfil;
All those who Jesus' children are,
Are special objects of their care.
4 Our God defends us day by day
From many dangers in our way,
By angels, who for ever keep
A watchful eye, when we're asleep.
5 O Lord, we'll bless thee all our days,
Our souls shall glory in thy grace;
Thy praise shall dwell upon our tongues,
All saints and angels join our songs.
6 We pray thee, let the heav'nly host
Be guardians of our land and coast,
Bid them watch o'er thy flock of grace,
That we may lead a life of peace.

927. T. 22.

They join with us to praise his name,
But we the nearest int'rest claim.

6 But, ah, how faint our praises rise!
Sure, 'tis the wonder of the skies,
That we, who share his richest love,
So cold and unconcern'd should prove.
7 O glorious hour, it comes with speed,
When we from sin and darkness freed,
Shall see our God who dy'd for man,
And praise him more than angels can!
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928. T. 70.

THE holy angels,

When they to Christ draw near,
Fall down before him,

Their God, with holy fear,
And with profound humiliation,
Exceeding all our representation.
2 Heirs of salvation,

Redeemed with Christ's blood,
Their ministration

Demands our gratitude;
They'll guard us till we shall assemble,
| Where our joint voices shall fill the
temple.

929.* T. 249.
THE seraphim of God
Exalt their voices loud,

Now let us join our hearts and With joy 'fore him they shout;

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Their holy choirs in heav'nly blaze
Sing constantly with cover'd face,
Holy, Holy is God,-Holy is God,

The Lord of Sabaoth!

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