And not a thought our bosom share 5 May faith each meek petition fill And waft it to the skies, 7 And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still That grants it or denies. LORD, we come before Thee now, O do not our suit disdain, Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain? 2 Lord, on Thee our souls depend; Fill our hearts with Thy rich grace, 3 In Thine own appointed way, 4 Send some message from Thy Word, 5 Comfort those who weep and mourn, Those that are cast down lift up, 6 Grant that those who seek may find 78 8 TO Thy temple I repair; 2 While the prayers of saints ascend, Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads; 3 While I hearken to Thy Law, 4 While Thy ministers proclaim 5 From Thy house when I return, THE CLOSE OF WORSHIP 9 ABIDE, O dearest Jesus, Among us with Thy grace, Abide, O dear Redeemer, 79 7,6 And thus now and hereafter 3 Abide with heavenly brightness 4 Abide with richest blessings 5 Abide with Thy protection 6 Abide, O faithful Savior, 10 NOW our worship sweet is o'er- Let us gladly God adore 7, 8 For His gracious strength and cheering. Praise our God, who now would save us, For the rich repast He gave us. 2 Now the Blessing cheers our heart, Be our souls to God commended. 3 Let our going out be blest, Bless our entrance in like measure; Bless, O Lord, our toil and rest, Bless our bread, our grief and pleasure, Be in death Thy blessing given, 11 And make us blest heirs of heaven. ON what has now been sown, The pow'r is Thine alone H. M. To make it spring and grow: Do Thou the gracious harvest raise, And Thou alone shalt have the praise. 2 To Thee our wants are known, From Thee are all our powers, Accept what is Thine own, And pardon what is ours: Our praises, Lord, and prayers receive, 3 O grant that each of us 12 Who meet before Thee here, May meet together thus When Thou and Thine appear, And follow Thee to heaven our home; L. M. 61 SWEET Savior, bless us ere we go; O gentle Jesus, be our light. 2 The day is gone, its hours have run, 3 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways 4 For all we love, the poor, the sad, 5 Sweet Savior, bless us; night is come; 13 ALMIGHTY God, Thy Word is cast Now let the dew of heaven descend, 2 Let not the foe of Christ and man But give it root in every heart, 3 Let not the world's deceitful cares The rising plant destroy; C. M. |