Through this world, uncertain, dim,
Let me ever learn of Him;

From His precepts wisdom draw,
Make His life my solemn law.

Thus in deed, and thought, and word,
Led by Jesus Christ the Lord,
In my weakness, thus shall I
Learn to live, and learn to die :

Learn to live in peace and love,
Like the perfect ones above ;-
Learn to die without a fear,
Feeling Thee, my Father, near.

William H. Furness.

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LXXXIX.

A COMMUNION HYMN.

ERE, in the broken bread, Here, in the cup we take, His body and His blood behold, Who suffer'd for our sake.

Yes, that our souls might live,

Those sacred limbs were torn,

That blood was spilt, and pangs untold
Were by the Saviour borne.

Oh Thou who didst allow

Thy Son to suffer thus,

Father, what more couldst thou have done

Than Thou hast done for us?

William H. Furness.

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XC.

MORNING HYMN.

N the morning I will pray
For God's blessing on the day;
What this day shall be my lot,
Light or darkness, know I not.

Should it be with clouds o'ercast,
Clouds of sorrow, gathering fast,
Thou, who givest light divine,
Shine within me, Lord, oh, shine!

Show me, if I tempted be,

How to find all strength in Thee,

And a perfect triumph win

Over every bosom sin.

Keep my feet from secret snares,
Keep mine eyes, O God! from tears;
Every step Thy love attend,

And my soul from death defend.

William H. Furness.

XCI.

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PRAYER FOR THE SPIRIT.

H, is there aught on earth to share Hearts that belong to God alone? What are the idols reigning there Compared with Thee, All-holy One?

Fountain of living waters! we

To earthly springs would stoop no more, Athirst we humbly turn to Thee,

Into our hearts Thy Spirit pour,―

The Spirit of Thy perfect love,

The Spirit of Thy truth and peace,

Come, Blessed Spirit, from above,

And all these earth-bound souls release.

XCII.

William H. Furness.

EVENING HYMN.

LOWLY by God's hand unfurl'd,

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Down around the weary world
Falls the darkness; oh, how still
Is the working of Thy will!

Mighty Maker! Here am I,
Work in me as silently,

Veil the day's distracting sights,
Show me heaven's eternal lights.

From the darken'd sky come forth
Countless stars, a wondrous birth !
So may gleams of glory dart
Through the dim abyss, my heart.

Living worlds to view be brought
In the boundless realms of thought,
High and infinite desires,

Burning like those

upper fires.

Holy truth, eternal right,
Let them break upon my sight,
Let them shine unclouded, still,
And with light my being fill.

Thou art there. Oh, let me know,
Thou art here within me too,

Be the perfect peace of God

Here as there now shed abroad.

May my soul attuned be

To that perfect harmony,

Which, beyond the power of sound,

Fills the universe around.

William H. Furness.

XCIII.

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DEDICATORY HYMN.

O the High and Holy One, To His Spirit, to His Son Be this place for ever given, House of God and gate of heaven.

To the truth that makes us free,
To the light that leads to Thee
We this temple dedicate,
And Thy grace, O God, await.

Canst Thou be approach'd by men?
Angels and archangels, when
God His glory on them sheds,
Veil their faces, bow their heads.

Yet, Almighty One, Thou art
Present in the contrite heart,
There dost Thou descend and reign
Whom the heavens cannot contain.

Be our hearts the temples where, Witnesses that Thou art there, Come, descending from above, Faith all-cleansing, peace and love.