1 ALMIGHTY Father, God of grace,
We all, like sheep astray,
In folly, from thy paths have turn'd,
Each to his sinful way.

2 Sins of omission and of act

Through all our lives abound;
Alas! in thought, and word, and deed,
No health in us is found.

3 Oh! spare us, Lord! in mercy spare,
Our contrite souls restore;
Through Him who suffer'd on the cross,
And man's transgressions bore.

4 And grant, O Father, for his sake,
That we, through all our days,

A just and godly life may lead,
To thine eternal praise.

348.

THE LORD'S PRAYER.

1 FATHER of all, eternal Mind !
In uncreated light enshrined,

Immensely good and great!
Thy children, form'd and bless'd by thee,
With filial love and homage, we

Fall prostrate at thy feet.

2 Thy name in hallow'd strains be sung;
Let every heart, and every tongue,
The solemn concert join;
In loving, serving, praising thee,
We find our chief felicity,

But cannot add to thine.

3 Thy righteous, mild, and glorious reign,
Throughout creation's ample plain,
Let every being own;

Lord, in our hearts, where passions rude,
With fierce tumultuous rage intrude,
Erect thy peaceful throne.
4 As angels round thy seat above,
With joyful haste and ardent love
Thy blest commands fulfil;

So let thy creatures here below,
As far as thou hast given to know,

349.

Perform thy sacred will.

PART II.

1 LORD! from thy hand each earthly good,

Our raiment and our daily food,

In rich abundance come;
O give us still a fresh supply;

If thou withhold thy hand we die,
And fill the silent tomb.

2 Pardon our sins, O God, which rise,
And call for vengeance from the skies;
And while we are forgiven,
Grant that revenge may never rest,
Nor malice harbour in that breast,
Which feels the love of heaven.

3 Protect us in the dangerous hour,
And from the wily tempter's power,
Oh! set our spirits free !
But if temptation shall assail,
Thy mighty grace o'er all prevail,
And lead our hearts to thee.

4 Thine is the power; to thee belongs
The constant tribute of our songs;
All glory to thy name!
Let every creature join our lays,
In one resounding act of praise,
And all thy love proclaim.

1 TO him who loved the souls of men,
And wash'd us in his blood;
To royal honours raised our head,
And made us priests to God.

2 To him let every tongue be praise,
And every heart be love;
All grateful honours paid on earth,
And nobler songs above.

3 Behold on flying clouds he comes,
His saints shall bless the day;
While they who pierced him mourn and wail,
In anguish and dismay.

4 I am the first, and I the last,
Time centres all in me;

Th' Almighty God, who was, and is,
And evermore shall be.

351.

1

TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine!
Lodged in thy sov'reign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by thy command.
2 The present moment flies,
And bears our life away;
Oh! make thy servants truly wise,
That they may live to day.

3 Since on this winged hour
Eternity is hung;
Awaken, by thy mighty power,
The aged and the young.

4

One thing demands our care,
Be that one thing pursued;
Lest slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renewed.

5 To Jesus may we fly,

Swift as the morning light;
Lest life's young golden beams should die,
In sudden endless night.

352.

1

Friday, (Fast Day).

LIKE sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God;
Each wandering in a different way,
But all the downward road.
2 How dreadful was the hour,

When God our wanderings laid,
And did at once his vengeance pour,
Upon the shepherd's head.

3 How glorious was the grace,

4

5

When Christ sustain'd the stroke;
His life and blood the Shepherd pays,
A ransom for the flock.

His honour and his breath
Were taken both away;
Join'd with the wicked in his death,
And made as vile as they.

But God shall raise his head
O'er all the sons of men,
And make him see a num'rous seed,
To recompense his pain.
6 I'll give him, saith the Lord,
A portion with the strong;
He shall possess a large reward,
And hold his honours long.

353.

1 OH the transcendent love
Which Christ our Saviour shows!
For enemies his bowels move,
And bleeding mercy flows.

2 Jesus inviteth near

The vilest of our race; He bids stout-hearted sinners hear The Gospel of his grace. 3 If pride of man disclaim, And all this grace despise, Yet let us love the Saviour's name, 'Tis wondrous in our eyes. 4 Yes! to life's utmost end, Thy grace, Lord, let us show, And own thee for the sinner's friend, But sin's eternal foe.

354.

1 GOD'S holy law transgress'd
Speaks nothing but despair;
Burden'd with guilt, with grief oppress'd,
We find no comfort there.

2 Not all our groans and tears,

3

Nor works which we have done,
Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers,
Can e'er for sin atone.

Relief alone is found

In Jesu's precious blood;
'Tis this that heals the mortal wound,
And reconciles to God.

1 LORD, cause thy face on us to shine,
Give us thy peace, and seal us thine;
Teach us to prize the means of grace,
And love thy earthly dwelling-place.

2 May we in truth our sins confess,
Worship the Lord in holiness;
And all thy power and glory see
Within thy hallow'd sanctuary.

3 O King of Salem! Prince of Peace!
Bid strife among thy subjects cease:
One is our faith, and one our Lord,
One body, spirit, hope, reward.

4 One God and Father of us all,
On whom thy Church and people call:
Oh may we one communion be,
One with each other, and with thee !

5 Bless all whose voice salvation brings,
Who minister in holy things;
Our Bishops, Priests, and Deacons bless,
Clothe them with zeal and righteousness.

6 Let many, in the judgment-day,

Turn'd from the error of their way,
Their hope, their joy, their crown appear:
Save those who preach, and those who hear.