We this grace enough can never Own, nor for it grateful be; Heart and mouth, O Saviour! ever Shall exalt and honour Thee! We shall praise with all our pow'r All Thy goodness, Thee adore, While in weakness here we wander, And Thy praise re-echo yonder! SONG. In pray'r your voices raise ye To God, and Him now praise ye, Who to our life from heaven All needed strength hath given. The stream of years is flowing, And we are onward going, From old to new surviving, And by His mercy thriving. In woe we often languish, And pass through times of anguish, When fearful war aboundeth, That earth itself surroundeth. As faithful mother keepeth Guard while her infant sleepeth, And all its grief assuageth When angry tempest rageth; So God His children shieldeth, Them full protection yieldeth; When need and woe distress them, His loving arms caress them. In vain is all our doing, The labour we're pursuing In our hands prospers never, Unless God watcheth ever. Our song to Thee ascendeth, Who every day defendeth Us, and whose arm averteth The pain our hearts that hurteth. O God of mercy! hear us; Our Father! be Thou near us; 'Mid crosses and in sadness Be Thou our Spring of gladness. To me and all be given, Who from the heart have striven To gain Thy benediction, Hearts patient in affliction. Oh! close the gates of sorrow, And by a glorious morrow Of peace, may places sadden'd By bloodshed dire be gladden'd. With richest blessings crown us, In all our ways, Lord! own us; Give grace, who grace bestowest To all, e'en to the lowest. Of all forlorn be Father, All erring ones ingather, And of the poor and needy Be Thou the succour speedy. Grace show to all afflicted, And to all souls dejected, By melancholy haunted, May happy thoughts be granted. All earthly gifts excelling, The Holy Ghost indwelling, Give us to make us glorious, And lead to Thee victorious. All this Thy hand bestoweth, Thou Life! whence our life floweth, Thus Thou Thy people meetest With New Year's blessing greetest. The Sufferings of Christ.--Good Friday. A LAMB BEARS ALL THE GUILT AWAY. Isa. liii. 4-7; John i. 29. A Lamb bears all its guilt away The world thus to deliver, All sins of sinners patiently It bears and murmurs never. It goes, and weak and sick is made An off'ring on the altar laid, All pleasure it forsaketh, Submits to shame, and scorn, and wrath, To anguish, wounds, stripes, cross, and death, This cup with gladness taketh.