1 Holy and reverend is the name Of our eternal King; Thrice holy, Lord! the angels cry; Thrice holy, let us sing. 2 The deepest reverence of the mind Pay, O my soul, to God; Lift with thy hands a holy heart To His sublime abode. 3 With sacred awe pronounce His name, Whom words nor thoughts can reach; A reverent heart shall please Him more Than the best forms of speech. 4 Thou holy God! preserve my soul From sinful passion free; And, pure in heart, may I behold A God of purity! 492. L. M. Heber. Give Us Each Day Our Daily Bread. 1 Thy bounteous hand with food can bless The bleak and barren wilderness, And Thou hast taught us, Lord, to pray For daily bread from day to day. 2 And O, when through the wilds we roam That part us from our heavenly home; When, lost in danger, want, and woe, Our faithless tears begin to flow; 3 Do Thou Thy gracious comfort give, By which alone the soul can live; And grant Thy children, Lord, we pray, The bread of life from day to day! 493. 7s. M. Conder. Deliver Us From Evil. 1 Heavenly Father! to whose eye Future things unfolded lie; Through the desert when I stray Let Thy counsels guide my way. 2 Leave me not, for flesh is frail, Where fierce trials would assail; Leave me not in darkened hour, To withstand the tempter's power. 3 Lord! uphold me day by day; Shed a light upon my way; Guide me through perplexing snares; Care for me in all my cares. 4 Should Thy wisdom, Lord, decree Trials long and sharp for me, Pain, or sorrow, care or shame,-- Father! glorify Thy name. 5 Let me neither faint nor fear, Feeling still that Thou art near; In the course my Saviour trod, Tending home to Thee, my God. 494. 7 & 6s. M. Gaskell. Thine is the Glory Forever. To Thee, the Lord almighty, Our noblest praise we give, Who all things hast created, And blessest all that live; Whose goodness, never-failing Through countless ages gone, Forever and forever Shall still keep shining on. 495. H. M. Sandys. Praise Ye the Lord. 1 All, from the sun's uprise Unto his setting rays, Resound in jubilees The great Creator's praise! Him serve alone; In triumph bring Your gifts, and sing Before His throne! 2 Man drew from man his birth; But God his noble frame, (Built of the ruddy earth,) Filled with celestial flame. His sons we are, By Him are led, Preserved and fed With tender care.