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mf 3 O Thou, Who canst not slumber,
Whose light grows never pale,
Teach us aright to number
Our years before they fail.
On us Thy mercy lighten,

On us Thy goodness rest,
And let Thy Spirit brighter

The hearts Thyself hast blessed.
mf 4 Lord, crown our faith's endeavour
With beauty and with grace,
Till, clothed in light for ever,
We see Thee face to face ;-
f A joy no language measures;
A fountain brimming o'er;
An endless flow of pleasures;
An ocean without shore. Amen.
E. H. BICKERSTETH.

O. GIBBONS.

eyes break,

Melodious voices move!

On, rolling Time! thou canst not make The Father cease to love.

mp2 The parted year had winged feet;
The Saviour still doth stay:
The New Year comes! but Spirit sweet,
That goest not away.

mp3 Our hearts in tears may oft run o'er;
But. Lord, Thy smile still beams;
Our sins are swelling evermore !
But pardoning grace still streams.

win,

More glory, more delight! O make its hours less sad with sin, Its days with Thee more bright!

cr 5 Then we may bless its precious things
If earthly cheer should come,
Or gladsome mount on angel wings
If Thou shouldst take us home.

f 6 O! golden then the hours must be ;
The year must needs be sweet;
Yes, Lord, with happy melody
Thine opening grace we greet. Amen.

T. H. GILL.