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SUNDAY. 27

Oh! that fervent love to-day May in every heart have sway, Teaching us to praise aright Gop the Source of life and light.

FaTueEr, Who didst fashion me Image of Thyself to be,

Fill me with Thy love divine, Let my every thought be Thine.

Hoty Jesus, may I be

Dead and buried here with Thee; And, by love inflamed, arise Unto Thee a sacrifice.

Thou Who dost all gifts impart, Shine, Sweet Spirit, in my heart; Best of gifts Thyself bestow; Make me burn Thy love to know.

Gop, the Blesst¢d THREE in ONE, Dwell within my heart alone; Thou dost give Thyself to me,

May I give myself to Thee. Amen.

« This ts the day which the LORD hath made.”

Awe the Lorp’s own day is here, The day to Christian people dear,

As, week by week, it bids them tell

How‘Jesus rose from death and hell.

For by His flock their Lorp declared His resurrection should be shared; And they who trust in Him to save In Him are risen from the grave.

We. one and all, of Him possest Are with exceeding treasures blest; For all He did, and all He bare, He gives us as our own to share.

Eternal glory, rest on high,

A blessed immortality,

True peace and gladness, and a throne Are all His gifts, and all our own.