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FRIDAY MORNING,

GLORY, be to Good on histhe

God, whose glory fills the sky;
Peace on earth, and man forgiven,
Man, the well-belov'd of Heaven.
2 Sovereign Father, heavenly King!
Thee we now presume to sing;
Glad Thine attributes confess,
Gracious works, and numberless.
3 Hail! by all Thy works adored;
Hail! Thou everlasting Lord!
Thee with thankful hearts we prove,
Lord of power, and God of love.

4 Christ our Lord and God we own-
Christ, the Father's only Son;
Lamb of God for sinners slain,
Saviour of offending men.

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FRIDAY EVENING.

LEST be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love!

The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

Before our Father's throne

We pour our ardent prayers;

Our fears; our hopes, our aims are one,

Our comforts and our cares.

We share our mutual woes;

Our mutual burdens bear;

And often for each other flows
The sympathising tear.

When we asunder part,

It gives us inward pain;

But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.

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SATURDAY MORNING.

LORD; may my heart, by grace renew 'd,

Be

And be my stubborn will subdued
His government to own.

2 Let deep repentance, faith, and love,
Be join'd with godly fear;

And all our conversation prove
Our hearts to be sincere.

8 Preserve us from the snares of sin
Through our remaining days;
And in us let each virtue shine
To our Redeemer's praise.
4 Let lively hope our souls inspire;
Let warm affections rise;

And may we wait with strong desire,
For bliss above the skies.

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SATURDAY EVENING.

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LL we who pass by

To Jesus draw nigh:

To us is it nothing that Jesus should die?

Our ransom and peace,

Our Surety He is:

Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his,

2 The Lord, in the day

Of his anger did lay

Our sins on the Lamb; and IIe bore them away. Our ransom, &c., &c.

3 With joy we embrace
The wonderful grace

Of Him who hath suffer'd and died in our place! Our ransom, &c,, &c.

4 When time is no more,

We still shall adore

That ocean of love without bottom or shore,

Our ransom, &c., &c.

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SABBATH MORNING.

"Toft it causes anxious thought
NIS a point I long to know,

Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?

2 If I love, why am I thus?

Why this dull, this lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse
Who have never heard His name.
3 Lord, decide the doubtful case:
Thou, who art Thy people's Sun,
Shine upon Thy work of grace,.
If it be indeed begun.

4 Let me love Thee more and more,
If I love at all, I pray ;
If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to-day.

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SABBATH EVENING.

HEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurl'd,

Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,

May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all!

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

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MONDAY MORNING.

OW should the sons of Adam's race

1H Be pure before their God?

If He contends in righteousness,
We sink beneath his rod.

2 If He should mark our words and thoughts With strict inquiring eyes,

Could we for one of thousand faults
The least excuse devise?

3 Strong is His arm, His heart is wise;
Who dares with Him contend?

Or who, that tries th' unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end!

4 He makes the mountains feel his wrath,
And their old seats forsake;
The trembling earth deserts her place,
And all her pillars shake.

5 He bids the sun forbear to rise;
Th' obedient sun forbears:

His hand with sackcloth spreads the skies,
And seals up all the stars.

6 He walks upon the raging sea;

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Flies on the stormy wind:
None can explore his wondrous way,
Or his dark footsteps find.

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MONDAY EVENING.

UR souls shall magnify the Lord,
In Him our spirits shall rejoice;

Around Thy throne with one accord,

Our hearts shall praise Him with our voice.

2 May we Thy law of Love fulfil,

To bear each other's burdens here;
Suffer and do Thy righteous will,
And walk in all Thy faith and fear.
3 Thus may our union, here begun,
Endure for ever firm and free;
At Thy right hand may we be one,
One with each other, one with Thee.

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TUESDAY MORNING.

OUR God, what gentle cords are thine!

soft, and how strong!

While power, and truth, and love combine To draw our souls along.

2 When we were crushed beneath the yoke Of Satan and of sin;

Thy hand the iron bondage broke
Our worthless hearts to win.

3 Drawn by such cords we onward move,
Till round thy throne we meet,
And captive in thy chains of love
Embrace our conqueror's feet.

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TUESDAY EVENING.

JEHOVAH reigns as King of kings,

All things are under His control;

He governs and preserves all things,
While systems change and seasons roll.
2 Lord, how shall we approach thy throne,
When holy angels stand in awe,

For far from Thee astray we've gone,
And have not kept thy holy law.
3 We oft have heard the joyful news,
That Jesus is the way to God;

This truth converts the sinner's views,
And leads him to the heavenly road.

4 We feel attracted by thy love;
We see thy mercy in the cross,
This lights the way to joys above,
And saves our souls from endless loss:
5 How glorious is the gospel plan!
How marv'lous is Thy boundless love!
To save and raise up fallen man,
To serve Thee here and sing above.