3 Saviour! breathe this benediction C. M. 757. DODDRIDGE. God's Guidance. 1 IN paths unknown God leads us on To his divine abode, 2 And shows new miracles of grace The ways, all rugged and perplexed, 3 Through all the paths I'll sing his name, Where toils and storms are known no more, 1 As the sun's enlivening eye 2 When they move at duty's call, Those who go and those who stay. 3 From his holy mercy-seat 8 & 7s. M. 759. Close of Worship. Evening. C. ROBBINS. 1 Lo! the day of rest declineth; a Softly now the dew is falling; Peace o'er all the scene is spread ;On his children, meekly calling, Purer influence God will shed. 3 While, thine ear of love addressing, L. M. 760. ANONYMOUS Close of Worship. Evening. I WHILE NOW, upon this Sabbath eve, Thy house, Almighty God, we leave, 'T is sweet, as sinks the setting sun, To think on all our duties done. O evermore may all our bliss L. M. 761. MONTGOMERY. Sunday Evening. 1 MILLIONS within thy courts have been; 2 Still, as the light of morning broke 8 From east to west, the sun surveyed, 4 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, 5 Yet one prayer more; and be it one In which both heaven and earth accord: Fulfil thy promise to thy Son; Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord! 537 SUPPLEMENTARY HYMNS. P. M. 762. HEMANS. The Pilgrim Fathers. 1 THE breaking waves dashed high 2 And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. 3 Amidst the storm they sang, And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared,- 4 What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ! They have left unstained what there they found,Freedom to worship God. L. M. 763. W. P. LUNT. Our Forefathers. 1 WHEN, driven by oppression's rod, 2 Above the forest's gloomy shade 3 Armed with intelligence and zeal, |