2 Here give Thy word success ;
And this Thy servant bless;
His labors own;

And while the sinners' Friend
His life and words commend,
Thy Holy Spirit send,

And make Him known.

3 May every passing year
More happy still appear
Than this glad day;
With numbers fill the place,
Adorn Thy saints with grace;
Thy truth may all embrace,
O Lord, we pray.

ORDINATION AND INSTALLATION OF ELDERS AND DEACONS.

"Let every fruit of the Spirit appear and abound in them.”

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While these our brethren we commend
To Thy paternal care.

2 Before them set an open door ;
Their various efforts bless;
On them Thy Holy Spirit pour,

And crown them with success.

3 Endow them with a heavenly mind;
Supply their every need;

Make them in spirit meek, resigned,
But bold in word and deed.

4 In every tempting, trying hour,
Uphold them by Thy grace,

And guard them by Thy mighty power,
Till they shall end their race.

Thomas Morell, 1818, altered.

THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD.

"Whosoever liveth and believeth in Me shall never die."

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S. M.

T is not death to die,

IT

To leave this weary road,

And, midst the brotherhood on high,
To be at home with God.

2 It is not death to close

The eye long dimmed by tears,
And wake, in glorious repose
To spend eternal years.

3 It is not death to fling

Aside this sinful dust,

And rise, on strong exulting wing,
To live among the just.

4 Jesus, Thou Prince of life!

Thy chosen cannot die;

Like Thee, they conquer in the strife,
To reign with Thee on high.

George W. Bethune, 1847.

"Behold I show you a mystery: we shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed."

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C. M.

S Jesus died, and rose again
Victorious from the dead,

So His disciples rise, and reign

With their triumphant Head.

2 The time draws nigh, when, from the clouds,
Christ shall with shouts descend;

3

And the last trumpet's awful voice
The heavens and earth shall rend.

Then they who live shall changed be,
And they who sleep shall wake;

The graves shall yield their ancient charge,
And earth's foundations shake.

4 The saints of God, from death set free,
With joy shall mount on high;
The heavenly host, with praises loud,
Shall meet them in the sky.

5 Together to their Father's house,
With joyful hearts, they go;
And dwell forever with the Lord,
Beyond the reach of woe.

Michael Bruce, 1768.

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"Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

IIS.

HE things of the earth, in the earth let us lay,
The ashes with ashes, the dust with the clay :
But lift up the heart, and the eye, and the love,
O lift up the soul to the regions above!

2 Since He, the Immortal, hath entered the gate,
So too shall we mortals, or sooner or late:

3

Then stand we on Christ; let us mark Him ascend,
For His is the glory and life without end.

On earth with His own ones, the Giver of good,
Bestowing His blessing, a little while stood:

Now nothing can part us, nor distance, nor foes,
For lo! He is with us, and who can oppose?

4 So, Lord, we commit this our brother to Thee,
Whose body is dead, but whose spirit is free :

We know that thro' grace, when our life here is done,
We live still in Thee, and forever in one.

5 All glory to Thee, Father, Spirit, and Son,
Who Three art in Person, in substance but One,
In whom we have victory over the grave,
Who lovest Thy people to pardon and save.

From the Greek.

Trans. Jno. M. Neale, 1864, altered.

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SERVICE AT SEA.

"So He bringeth them unto their desired haven.”

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L. M.

LMIGHTY Father, hear our cry,

As o'er the trackless deep we roam;

Be Thou our haven always nigh,

On homeless waters Thou our home!

2 O Jesus, Saviour, at whose voice

The tempest sank to perfect rest,

Bid Thou the mourner's heart rejoice,
And cleanse and calm the troubled breast.

3 O Holy Ghost, beneath whose power
The ocean woke to life and light,
Command Thy blessing in this hour,

Thy fostering warmth, Thy quickening might.

4 Thee, God, the Holy Trinity,
We love, we worship, we adore;
Our refuge on time's changeful sea,

Our joy on heaven's eternal shore.

E. H. Bickersteth.

"He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still."

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C. M.

LORD, be with us when we sail
Upon the lonely deep,

Our guard when on the silent deck
The midnight watch we keep.

2 We need not fear, though all around
'Mid rising winds we hear
The multitude of waters surge:
For Thou, O God, art near.

3 The calm, the breeze, the gale, the storm,
That pass from land to land,
All, all are Thine, are held within
The hollow of Thine hand.

4 If duty calls from threatened strife
To guard our native shore,
And shot and shell are answering
The booming cannon's roar;

5 Be Thou the mainguard of our host,
Till war and dangers cease,

Defend the right, put up the sword,
And through the world make peace.
6 To Thee the Father, Thee the Son,
Whom earth and sky adore,

And Spirit, moving o'er the deep,
Be praise for evermore.

"When thou passest through the waters I will be with thee."

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HE ocean hath no danger

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For those whose prayers are made

To Him, who in a manger
A helpless Babe was laid;
Who, born to tribulation,
And every human ill,
Yet, Lord of His creation,

The wildest waves can still.

2 If fierce the tempest round us,
And white the angry deep;
Yet He, when lost who found us,
Can still His treasure keep:

Nor wind nor wave can harm us,
Though hope itself grow dim,
No tempest need alarm us,
If peace we seek in Him.

3 Though life itself be waning,
And waves shall o'er us sweep,
The wild winds' sad complaining
Shall lull us still to sleep:
For as a gentle slumber

E'en death itself shall prove
To those, whom Christ doth number,
As worthy of His love.

4 Then, Holy Jesus, hear us,

And keep us free from harm;
Have pity, Lord, and bear us
On Thy supporting arm :
Should storm or calm befall us,
Whate'er our lot may be,

When all is o'er, then call us
Home, Saviour, home to Thee.

Godfrey Thring.

"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble."

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S. M.

THOU who didst prepare

The ocean's sounding deep,

And bid the gath'ring waters there
In mighty concourse sweep:

2 Toss'd in our reeling bark
On this tumultuous sea,

3

Thy wondrous ways, O Lord, we mark,

And lift our hearts to Thee.

Borne on the stormy wave,

In measured sweep we go,

Nor dread th' unfathomable grave

That ever yawns below.

4 Jesus is nigh who trod

Of old that foaming spray,

Whose billows own'd th' Incarnate God,

And died in calm away.