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SAVIOUR, lo, the isles are waiting, Stretched the hand, and strained the sight,

For Thy SPIRIT new creating, Love's pure flame and wisdom's light; Give the word, and of the preacher

Speed the foot, and touch the tongue, Till on earth by every creature Glory to the LAMB be sung. Amen.

HARVEST.

357" Turn us, O GOD our SAVIOUR." ALMIGHTY GOD, Whose only SON O'er sin and death the triumph won, And ever lives to intercede For souls who Thy sweet mercy need;

In His dear Name to Thee we pray For all who err and go astray, For sinners wheresoe'er they be, Who do not serve and honour Thee.

There are who never yet have heard The tidings of Thy blessèd Word, But still in heathen darkness dwell, Without one thought of heaven or hell; And some within Thy sacred Fold To holy things are dead and cold, And waste the precious hours of life In selfish ease, or toil, or strife: And many a quickened soul within There lurks the secret love of sin; A wayward will, or anxious fears, Or lingering taint of bygone years: O give repentance true and deep To all Thy lost and wandering sheep, And kindle in their hearts the fire Of holy love and pure desire.

That so from angel- hosts above May rise a swester song of love, And we, with all the blest, adore. Thy Name, O GOD, for evermore. Amen.

Burial of a Child.

358" They are in peace." TENDER Shepherd, Thou hast stilled Now Thy little lamb's brief weeping: Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild, In its narrow bed' tis sleeping, And no sigh of anguish sore Heaves that little bosom more. In this world of care and pain, LORD, Thou wouldst no longer leave it; To the sunny, heavenly plain Thou dost now with joy receive it;

Clothed in robes of spotless white Now it dwells with Thee in light. Ah, LORD JESU, grant that we Where it lives may soon be living, And the lovely pastures see That its heavenly food are giving; Then the gain of death we prove, Tho' Thou take what most we love. Amne.

Harbest.

" While the earth remaineth, seed thne 359 and harvest shall not cease." GOD the FATHER, Whose creation

Gives to flowers and fruits their birth, Thou, Whose yearly operation Brings the hour of harvest mirth, Here to Thee we make oblation Of the August- gold of earth.

GOD the WORD, the sun maturing With his blesséd ray the corn, Spake of Thee, O Sun enduring, Thee, O everlasting Morn, Thee in Whom our woes find curing, Thee that liftest up our horn.

GOD the HOLY GHOST, the showers That have fattened out the grain, Types of Thy celestial powers,

Symbols of Baptismal rain, Shadowed out the grace that dowers All the faithful of Thy train.

When the harvest of each nation Severs righteousness from sin, And Archangel proclamation

Bids to put the sickle in, And each age and generation Sink to woe, or glory win;

Grant that we, or young, or hoary, Lengthened be our span or briei, Whatsoe'er the life- long story

Of our joy or of our grief, May be garnered up in glory As Thine own elected sheaf.

Laud to Him, to Whom supernal

Thrones and virtues bend the kes; Laud to Him, from Whom infernal Powers and dominations flee; Consubstantial, Co- Eternal, Beatific Trinity. Amen.

" The eyes of all wait upon Thee, LORD, and Thou givest them their I meat in due season." 360

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WE plough the fields, and scatter The good seed on the land, But it is fed and watered

By GOD'S almighty Hand; He sends the snow in winter, The warmth to swell the grain, The breezes, and the sunshine, And soft refreshing rain. All good gifts around us Are sent from heaven above, Then thank the LORD, O thank the

LORD,

For all His love.