3 Do thou but point the way,
And give me strength t' obey,
Thy will be mine;

Then can I think it joy
To suffer, or to die,
Since I am thine?

4 On savage shores to roam,
I'll bid my native home
A long farewell!

With humble zeal proclaim
Thy own most glorious name,
Immanuel.

5 And if thou bless the word, When from these lips 'tis heard On foreign soil!

If on some sable cheek,
Tears of contrition speak,
Then welcome toil!

6 And now, my Guide, my Shield,
My dearest friends I yield
To thee by prayer;

And when beyond the sea
I come in prayer to thee,
Meet thou me there!

7 Then, Saviour, do thou cheer
And gild my bark when near
Eternity!

Still will a cloud pass o'er

That I could do no more,
No more for thee.

HYMN XXVII.

Abingdon, c. M.

"I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you a heart of flesh.

"And I will put my spirit within you, and cause you to walk in my statutes, and ye shall keep my judgments and do them."-Ezekiel xxxvi. 26, 27.

1 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal,
And make thy glory known;
Now let us all thy presence feel,
And soften hearts of stone.

2 Help us to bow before thy throne,
And plead a Saviour's name,
For all that we can call our own
Is vanity and shame.

3 Send down thy Spirit from above,
That we may love thee more,
And distant sinners learn to love,
Who never loved before.

4 O bless each feeble effort, Lord,
That Jesus may be known,
At home and everywhere abroad,
Till all his sceptre own.

HYMN XXVIII.

Angel's Hymn, L. M.

"The multitudes that went before, and that followed, cried, saying, Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord; Hosanna in the highest !'' -St. Matt. xxi. 9 and 15.

O DAVID'S Lord, and David's Son,

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done;

The sons of wand'ring Israel bring,
And hide once more beneath thy wing.

2 Let little children learn once more
To cry "Hosanna!" and adore,
Till Jew and Gentile all shall raise
One song of holy, joyful praise.

HYMN XXIX.

Eaton, L. M.

"Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for Amen."-St. Matt. vi. 13.

ever.

1 THINE is the kingdom, thine the power,
Thine is the glory, thine alone!
This raiseth hope in ev'ry prayer,
That thou, O God, wilt see it done:
The glory thine! we cry again,
And will be ever thine. Amen.

HYMN XXX.

Doversdale, L. M.

"Pass the time of your sojourning here in fear: forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold,- But with the precious blood of Christ."1 Peter i. 17, 18, 19.

1 GREAT God! to thee my voice I raise,
To thee my youngest hours belong;
I would begin my life with praise,
Till growing years improve the song.

2 'Tis to thy sov'reign grace I owe
That I was born on British ground,
Where streams of heav'nly mercy flow,
And words of sweet salvation sound.

3 I would not change my native land
For rich Peru with all her gold;
A nobler prize lies in my hand
Than East or Western Indies hold.
4 How do I pity those that dwell
Where ignorance or darkness reigns!
They know no heav'n, they fear no hell,
Those endless joys, those endless pains.
5 Thy glorious promises, O Lord,
Kindle my hope and my desire;
While all the preachers of thy word,
Warn me t' escape eternal fire.

6 Thy praise shall still employ my breath,
Since thou hast marked my way to heav'n,
Nor will I run the road to death,

And waste the blessings thou hast giv'n.

Wareham, L. M.

re saved, all the ends of the earth; none else."-Isaiah xlv. 22.

ereign of the skies, ow thy gracious ear? ldren raise their cries, Lord! in mercy hear?

D

2 Not for ourselves alone we plead;
The means of grace to us are given:
But there are millions still, who need
To hear of Christ, the way to heaven.
3 Look down, O God! with pitying eye,
And view the wretchedness around:
See what wide realms in darkness lie,
And hurl their idols to the ground.
4 Lord! let the Gospel-trumpet blow,
And all the nations learn thy fear;
Let all the isles their Saviour know,
And earth's remotest ends draw near.

HYMN XXXII.

Shirland, s. M.

"Through the tender-mercy of our God, whereby the dayspring from on high hath visited us, to give light to them that sit in darkness, and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace."-St. Luke i. 78, 79.

1

No dawn of saving light,

No day of holy rest,

E'er breaks upon the heathen's sight,
To soothe his troubled breast.

2

But lo! with healing ray,

The day-spring meets our eye;

And Christians on their Master's day,

Rejoice to feel him nigh.

3 To him let praise be given,

The noblest, sweetest, best,

For he has brought us light from heaven,
And hope of endless rest.