563. L. M. Anonymous. Christ a Quickening Spirit. 1 We follow, Lord, where thou dost lead, And, quickened, would ascend to thee, Redeemed from sin, set free indeed Into thy glorious liberty. 2 We cast behind fear, sin and death; With thee we seek the things above; Our inmost souls thy spirit breathe, Of power, of calmness, and of love. 3 The power, 'mid worldliness and sin, To do, in all, our Father's will; Like thee, the victory to win, And bid each tempting voice be still. 4 The calmness perfect faith inspires, Which waiteth patiently and long; The love which faileth not, nor tires, Triumphant over every wrong. 5 Thus through thy quickening spirit, Lord, Thy perfect life in us reveal, And help us, as we live to God, Still more and more with man to feel. 564. C. M. * The New Commandment. 1 Beneath the shadow of the cross, As earthly hopes remove, His new commandment Jesus gives, His blessed word of love. 2 O bond of union, strong and deep! O bond of perfect peace! Not even the lifted cross can harm, If we but hold to this. 3 Then, Jesus, be thy spirit ours! And swift our feet shall move To deeds of pure self-sacrifice, "And the sweet tasks of love." 565. L. M. Doddridge. Close of the Year. 1 God of eternity! from Thee Did infant time his being draw; Moments and days, and months and years, Revolve by Thine unvaried law. 2 Silent and swift they glide away: Steady and strong the current flows, Lost in eternity's wide sea, The boundless gulf from which it rose. 3 Great Source of wisdom! teach our hearts To know the price of every hour, That time may bear us on to joys Beyond its measure and its power. 566. 7s. M. Newton. New Year. 1 Bless, O Lord, each opening year To the souls assembling here: Clothe Thy word with power divine, Make us willing to be Thine. 2 Where Thou hast Thy work begun, Give new strength the race to run; Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears, Wipe away the mourner's tears. 3 Bless us all, both old and young; Call forth praise from every tongue: Let our whole assembly prove All Thy power and all Thy love! 567. L. M. Anonymous. Thanksgiving Hymn. 1 Father of mercies! God of peace! Being whose bounties never cease! While to the heavens, in grateful tones, Ascend our mingled orisons, Listen to these, the notes of praise, Which we, a happy people, raise!