O THOU Whose love more precious is
Than gold or gem.
When songs sincere we sing to Thee,
Thou hearest them ;
Our fathers' Strength and Refuge
Thou hast ever been  ;
O hear their children's prayer to-day
God bless our Queen.

For three-score years Thy favour, Lord,
Her reign has blessed;
When gladness filled her heart, and when
'Twas sore distressed;
To guide her morning and her noon
Thy hand was seen ;
And now her even-tide has come,
God bless our Queen.

Now, hear us for our country, Lord,
The land we love ;
That we may value Truth and Right
All else above ;
Our secret life be purged from sin,
Our hands be clean ;
So shalt Thou bless our Fatherland,
And bless our Queen.

STARS aloft are fading,
Fast the shadows fly ;
Day bedecks with glory,
Earth and sea and sky.
Father!   Lord of life and light!
Thine the hand that spread the night,
Thine the gift of morning light!
Alleluia!
Refrain :—Alleluia !  Alleluia !  Alleluia !

Winds are freshly breathing
Over vale and hill :
'Mid the leafy branches
Floats the sweet bird's trill.
Lord of all! from shore' to shore,
From the woodland and the lea,
Breaks the song of praise to Thee,
Alleluia!

Flow'rs in beauty radiant,
Scent the dewy lawn ;
Childhood's rippling music,
Wakes with golden dawn.
God of love ! in life new-born,
All with toil or sorrow, worn,
Bless Thee for the joy of morn !
Alleluia!

Lord !  our vows we bring to Thee,
Hear our matin song !
Though the way be weary—
Though the day be long,—
Shine in gladness on our sight,
Make the path of duty bright,
Fill our souls with heavenly light
Alleluia!

MY soul, O God, doth love Thy Word,   
Sweet garden of delight!
Where ev'ry flower of truth is stored,
To charm its wondering sight.

Chant—"Open Thou mine eyes, That I may behold wondrous things out of Thy law."

Thy Word is like the sun at noon
That dazzles mortal sight;
Or like the full unclouded moon
That glorifies the night.

"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path."

Thy Word is like Samaria's well,
Where Christ doth daily sit:
How sweet, how precious, none can tell,
But those that drink of it.

"The water that I shall give thee shall be in thee, a well of water, Springing up into everlasting life."

Thy Word is like an orchard—hung
With luscious autumn fruit;
Or like an olden song that's sung,
To sacred harp and lute.

"How sweet are Thy words unto my taste ; Yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth."

Thy Word is like a pillow soft
Beneath a dying head ;
Ere yet the soul is kissed aloft
To meet the sainted dead.

"Let me die the death of the righteous. Let my last end be like his."

When the roses of youth all their beauty display,
And the world seems as bright as a glad summer day
When our hearts are as happy as happy can be, 
There's a sweet voice that whispers
There's a sweet voice that whispers
There's a sweet voice that whispers, O come unto Me.
Refrain—Softly and low, softly and low,
Telling of rest in its love-breathing tone.
Softly and low, softly and low,
Saviour, dear Saviour, that voice is Thine own.

When we gather with friends in the temple of prayer, And the eye of our Father looks down on us there,
When we mingle our voices, with hearts glad and free,
Still the call is repeated  .  .  .   O come unto Me.
Refrain—Softly and low, etc.

Let us come in our youth, and as long as we live,
Our affection, our worship, to Jesus we'll give ;
Then, whatever our trials or conflicts may be.
Still that sweet voice will whisper.  O come unto Me.
Refrain—Softly and low, etc.

When the spring-time is over, and summer is past.
When the snow-flakes around us are falling at last,
To the spirit how joyful  the message will be,
Come and rest you for ever  .  .  .  in glory with Me. Refrain—Softly and low, etc.

JESUS is calling the children - Unto His side ;
Stretching His arms to receive them,
Op'ning them wide.
Gently to lead them. Guard them and feed them,
Jesus is calling, is calling the lambs to His fold.
Gently to lead them, Guard them and feed them,
Jesus is calling, is calling the lambs to His fold.

Jesus is calling the children ; Why do they stay
Out in the wilderness wand’ring, Going astray ?
Jesus is calling, etc.

Jesus is calling the children ; Echo the call ;
Tell them He waits for their coming,
Wanting them all.
Jesus is calling, etc.

Jesus is calling the children, Calling to-day ;
Hasten, each one, for the blessing, Do not delay.
Jesus is calling, etc.

Jesus is calling the children ; Here, Lord, are we,
Safe in the Good Shepherd's keeping. Ever to be.
Jesus is calling, etc.

I LOVE the early primrose
That lightens up the lane,
So radiant in the sunshine,
So cheerful after rain.
"Good-bye to dreary winter,"
How gladly doth it sing,
And tells of milder weather,
And hopeful, happy spring.

I wish that like the primrose
My life were always bright,
And shone in darkest pathways
With mild and constant light ;
I wish that I reflected
Each sun-ray from above,
I wish that 'neath the storm cloud
I always smiled with love.

I wish that in the valley
As on the swelling hill,
Seen, or unseen, with beauty
I did my task fulfil :
In life's secluded copses
As in the garden gay,
Beside the forest foot-track
As by the broad highway.

I would be ever showing
That winter's reign is o'er;
A happy pledge and promise
Of joys for evermore ;
I would be like the primrose,
And sing, in sun or shade,
Of spring the everlasting,
Of flowers that never fade.

Hear in accents from above,
"Seek my love, oh, seek my love,
For, behold I died for thee ;
Lov'st thou me, lov'st thou me ?"
"If ye love me, keep my commands,
Feed. O feed my lambs;
Tenderly round them your arms enfold
Gather, O gather them into the fold.

Hear in whispers soft and rare,
"Make my little ones Thy care,
Thine the blessing then shall be ;
Lov'st thou me, lov'st thou me”.
If ye love me, etc.

Lord, to Thee our love we owe,
Help us all our love to show ;
Welcome, then, the words shall be,
Lov'st thou me, lov'st thou me ?"
If ye love me, etc.

JESUS little children blesses,
Oh, how he loves,
Fondly He each lamb caresses,
Oh, how He loves :
Do you wish to go to heaven,
Ask and have your sins forgiven,
None from Him were ever driven.
Oh, how he loves.
Oh, how He loves the little children.
Oh, how He loves to hear them sing.
Singing their glad hosanas
To Jesus their Saviour and King.

He will listen to your prayers.
Oh, how He loves.
Yet although feeble if sincere,
Oh, how He loves;
He became a child to sever
Men from sin and Satan ever.
Those who come He'll cast out never.
Oh, how He loves.
Oh, how He loves, etc.

Trust Him, He will ne'er forget you,
Oh, how He loves,
His Almighty arm protects you,
Oh, how He loves ;
Truly He will ne'er forsake you.
But to endless glory take you.
Ever, ever happy make you,
Oh, how He loves.
Oh, how He loves, etc.

Let us sing to the Lord who
has fashioned the flowers,
And has given them their fragrance and grace ;
Who distils for them dew,
sends them plentiful showers,
And His sunshine to brighten each face.
All His works are declaring His glory,
We, His children, will tell put the story :
And praise Him. and bless Him,
The bountiful Giver, Giver of all.

Let us sing to the Lord who has
fashioned the birds,
And has given them their plumage and song ;
Who supplies all their needs,
understands all the words
That the chirp to their mates or their young,
All His works, etc.

Let us sing to the Lord who has
fashioned us all,
And who tenderly watches each one ;
Who is gentle and kind to the
weak when they fall,
And withholds His compassion from none.
All His works, etc.

Let us sing to the Lord ;
and let this he our song,
That the banner of Love is unfurled !
That all things great and
small to our Father belong,
And His love is as wide as the world
All His works, etc.

An old view of the front of the Assembly Rooms where the Sunday School met & the old Manse (now demolished) in Park Road.

EVENING

HYMN X

FATHER of Lights ! to Thee we turn
When ev'ning shadows round us close,
When stars on stars above us burn,
And earth is wrapt in calm repose.
The midnight dark is noon-day clear,
O Love Divine, when Thou art near.

Father of Lights !  when pleasures cease,
And life is crossed with thoughts of ill,
In Thee alone we find our peace,
In Thee the troubled heart is still.
The future dark, the present drear,
Are bright with hope when Thou art near.

Father of Lights ! be Thou our stay
Upon the lonely bed of death !
When earthly shadows pass away
Draw closer, Lord, with every breath ;
And then we shall not faint or fear,
For Death is dead when Thou art near.

Father of Lights! when life shall dawn
Upon that radiant land above,
And we, from earthly caves withdrawn,
Are folded in Thine arms of love,
All grief shall pass, all doubt shall clear,
When Thou, O Light of lights, art near.

LESSON

HYMN XI

O!  A blessed time is coming soon,
E'en now 'tis on the wing ;
By the seers of old 'twas long foretold,
That dawning day we sing.
Right victorious ! love made glorious !
Wrong defeated, swept away !
Right victorious!  love made glorious !
Hail ! all hail the coming day !

O ! a blessed time is coming soon,
From strife and envy free ;
The strong shall seek to help the weak,
For all shall brothers be.
Right victorious ! love made glorious !
Goodness more than gold shall weigh;
Right victorious ! love made glorious !
Hail ! all hail the coming day !

O ! a blessed time is coining soon ;
In patience work and wait ;
For doomed is sin ; and right must win,
Since God is good and great.
Right victorious ! love made glorious !
Day of God ! 'twill last for aye ;
victorious!  love made glorious !
Hail! all hail the coming day !

O ! a blessed time is coming soon,
Hark ! hark ! the watchman's cry,
"Far spent is night, and soon the light,
Shall spread o'er earth and sky."
Right victorious ! love made glorious !
Daylight dawns ! no power can stay;
Right victorious !  love made glorious !
Hail! all hail the coming day !

He leads us on by paths we did not know ;
Upward He leads us,
though our steps be slow,
Though oft we faint and falter on the way,
Though storms and darkness oft
obscure the day,
Yet when the clouds are gone,
We know He leads us on.
He leads us on, He leads us on.

He leads us on through all th'un-quiet years;
Past all our dreamland hopes,
and doubts, and fears,
He guides our steps through
all the tangled maze
Of losses, sorrows, and o'er-clouded days ;
We know His will is done ;
And still He leads us on
He leads us on, He leads us on.

And He, at last, after the weary strife,
After the restless fever we call life,
After the dreariness, the aching pain,
The wayward struggles which
have proved in vain,
After our toils are past,
Will give us rest at last
Will give us rest, give rest at last.

Day is dying in the west;
Heav'n is touching earth with rest;
Wait and worship while the night
Sets her evening lamps alight
Through all the sky.
Holy, holy, holy, Lord!
Heav'n and earth are full of Thee !
Heav'n and earth are praising Thee,

O Lord most high !
Lord of life, beneath the dome
Of the universe, Thy home.
Gather us who seek Thy face
To the fold of Thy embrace,
For Thou art nigh.
Holy, holy, holy, etc.

While the deepening shadows fall,
Heart of love enfolding all,
Through the glory am  the grace
Of the stars that veil Thy face
Our hearts ascend.
Holy, holy, holy, etc.

BENEDICTION

The Old Baptist Church