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INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun

Joy to the world the Lord is come

Let all the heathen writers join
Let every creature join
Let party names no more
Like Noah's weary dove

Lo my Shepherd's hand divine
Lo they come from East and West
Lord dismiss us with thy blessing
Lord how delightful 'tis to see
Lord of the worlds above

Lord 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
Lord what a feeble piece
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord
MORNING breaks upon the tomb

My God my king thy various praise
My God permit my tongue
My Father let me hear thy voice
My helper God I bless his name
My Saviour my Almighty Friend

NOW the shades of night are gone
O bless the Lord my soul

O for a closer walk with God

O where shall rest be found

On thy church O power divine

SAVIOUR when night involves the skies
See how the morning sun

Sing to the Lord ye distant lands
Songs of immortal praise belong
Soon as I heard my Father say

Sweet is the work my God my King
TEACH me the measure of my days
The dearest room of all this pile
The heavens declare thy glory Lord
The Lord Jehovah reigns

The Lord my pasture shall prepare

The Lord my shepherd is

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The spacious firmament on high

The voice of free grace cries escape to the mountain

There is a land of pure delight

Thrice happy man who fears the Lord

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Written for the Dedication of the Chapel. 1 BLESSED Lord, we hail thy mission, Love descending from the skies, Since on earth, by thy commission, Public charities arise.

2 Glorious fields of human labor
Thou ordained'st here to be;
Kindness, to his helpless neighbor,
Man, in these, can learn of thee.
3 When on earth thy blessing often
Soothed the mind's distracting care!
Thy kind aid was lent to soften
İlls that all our joys impair.

4 Lord, we ask thy blessing for us,
Guide and guard us while we live :
Light and comfort here afford us,
Cheer our hearts, our pangs relieve.
5 Come, ye heralds of salvation, -
Teach us here the heavenly word,
Tho' indeed a humble station, -
Dedicate it to the Lord.

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DEDICATION HYMNS.

2.

L. M.

DODDRIDGE, ALTERED.

Altered for the Dedication of the Chapel. 1 GREAT God, we ask thy presence now, Before thy throne we humbly bow,

O, make this house thine earthly home, And here indeed, "Thy kingdom come. 2 These walls we to thy honor raise,

Long may they echo with thy praise, Descend we ask, and fill the place With choicest tokens of thy grace. 3 Here let the great Redeemer reign, The purest worship here maintain, May power divine its solace give And minds oppress'd, revive and live. 4 Accept our grateful thanks, O Lord, That we can hear, and learn thy word; Assembled round thy mercy seat, Can praises sing and prayers repeat.

5 We thank thee Lord, that in this house,
We may henceforth repeat our vows,
Direct us in that blessed road
That leads us straightway up to God.

3. C. M. CROSWELL.
Written for the Dedication of the Chapel.
1 THE dearest room of all this pile
A pile to mercy dear

Lord, hallow with thy gladdening smile,
And grant thy presence here!

2 To Thee, its walls are set apart,
Who, in our flesh enshrined,

Art pledged to heal the broken heart,
And feel for human kind.

3 Be here, our great perpetual Guest,
O Saviour, night and day,
To give the heavy laden rest,
And bear their griefs away!

4 With that still voice that melts the soul
In soothing prayer and psalm,
The tumult of our thoughts control
To thy divinest calm!

5 Here, tune anew the jarring sense,
Life's uncoiled springs re-wind,
And garnish for thy residence,
The mansions of the mind!

6 Ascend, O Son of God, thy throne, Let Reason feel thy sway,

Till in thy light we find our own,
And darkness turn to day!

Call to Worship. Ps. 95.

1 COME, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.

2 He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.

3 Come, worship at his throne,
Come, bow before the Lord:
We are his works, and not our own,
He formed us by his word.

4 To-day attend his voice,

Nor dare provoke his rod;

Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.

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CHRIST - SCRIPTURES.

5. L. M.

GREGG.

Not ashamed of Jesus.

1 JESUS, and can it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of thee?
Scorned be the thought by rich and poor ;
My soul shall scorn it more and more.
2 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I 've no sins to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,
And no immortal soul to save.

3 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend?
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.

4 Till then-nor is the boasting vain-
Till then I boast a Saviour slain;
And O, may this my portion be,
That Saviour 's not ashamed of me!

6. L. M. WATTS.

The Books of Nature and Scripture. Ps. 19.
1 THE heavens declare thy glory, Lord!
In every star thy wisdom shines;
But, when our eyes behold thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.

2 The rolling sun, the changing light,
And nights and days thy power confess;
But the blest volume thou hast writ
Reveals thy justice and thy grace.

3 Sun, moon and stars convey thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand;
So when thy truth began its race,
It touched and glanced on every land.