3 The eternal Teacher still survives His eye still guides us, and His voice 4 Through every scene of life and death 298. 1 And this shall be our children's song Close of Divine Service. LORD! dismiss us with Thy blessing, Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, With us evermore be found. 3 [So whene'er the signal's given Reign with Christ in endless day!] 8.7.4. 299. 1 Benediction. NOW may He who from the dead, 2 May He teach us to fulfil What is pleasing in His sight; And preserve us day and night. 300. Loud thanksgivings to our God. Close of the Service. 1 LORD, dismiss us with Thy blessing; 301. Still on heavenly manna feeding, At Parting. 7s. 8.7. Hallelujah! L.M. LORD, now we part in Thy blest name, Grant us our few remaining days To work Thy will, and spread Thy praise. 2 Teach us in life and death to bless The Lord our strength and righteousness; And grant us all to meet above, Then shall we better sing Thy love! 302. 1 Benediction. MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour, With the Holy Spirit's favour, 2 Thus may we abide in union With each other, and the Lord; 303. 1 Doxology. 8.7. L.M. PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. TO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, C.M. 305. 1 X. MISCELLANEOUS. The Hour of Prayer. Then for thyself in meekness Should holy thoughts come o'er thee 4 Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness, 7.6. Oh! not a joy or blessing 306. 66 Abide with me." 10s, ABIDE with me! Fast falls the eventide; darkness thickens: Lord! with me abide: When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me! 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see : O Thou, who changest not, abide with me! 3 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, LordFamiliar, condescending, patient, free, Come not to sojourn, but abide with me. 4 I need Thy presence every passing hour,— What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me; 5 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, If Thou abide with me! |