Order of Service.
Praise
[Wiltshire]
The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want.
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green: he leadeth me
the quiet waters by.
My soul he doth restore again;
and me to walk doth monke Within the paths of righteousness,
ev'a for his own name sake.
Yes, though I walk in death's dark vale,
yet will I fear none ill:
For thou art with me; and thy rod
And staff me comfort still.
My table thou hast furnished
in presence of my foes;
My head thou dost with of anoint,
and my cup overflows,
Goodness and mercy all my life
shall surely follow me:
And in God's house for evermore my dwelling-place shall be.
Prayer
Lesson
Praise
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on his gentle breast, There, by His love o'ersbaded, Sweetly my soul shail reat.
Hark 't is the voice of angels,
Borne in a song to me,
Over the delds of glory,
Over the crystal sen!
Safe in arms of Jesus,
Safe on bis gentle breast, There, by his love o'erahaded, Sweetly my soul shall reat
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe from corroding care, Safe from the world's temptationa Sin cannot harm me there.— Free from the blight of sorrow,
Free from my doubts and fears,
Only a few more trials,
Only a few more tears.
Jesus, my heart's dear refuge,
Jesus has died for me; Firm on the Rock of Ages
Ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience,
Wait till the night is o'er, Wait till I see the morning
Break on the golden shore.
Prayer
Praise
[St. Asaph]
How bright these glorious spirits shine!
whence all their white array?
How came they to the blissful sesta
of overlasting day?
Lo! these are they from sufferings great,
who came to realms of light,
And in the blood of Christ have wash'd those robes which shine so bright. Now with triumphal palms, they stand
Before the throne on high,
And serve the God they love, amidst
the glories of the sky.
His presence fills each heart with joy,
Tunes ev'ry mouth to sing:
By day, by night, the sacred courts
with glad hosannaha ring.
Hunger and thrist are felt no mQTB,
nor suas with scorching ray:
God is their sun, whose cheering beams
diffuse eternal day.
The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne
aball o'er them still preside;
Feed them with nourishment divine,
and all their footstepa guide.
'Mong pastures green he'll lead his flock,
where living streams appear;
And God the Lord from ev'ry eye
shall wipe off ev'ry tear.
Benediction
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