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453. L. M.

The Memorial of our absent Lord.

1 JESUS is gone above the sky,

Where our weak senses reach him not;
And earthly objects court our eye,

To thrust the Saviour from our thought.

2 He knows what wandering hearts we have, How weak our faith and hope might prove; And, to refresh our minds, he gave

This kind memorial of his love.

3 The Lord of life this table spread, With emblems of his flesh and blood: With grateful hearts, we break this bread, Remembering him, and blessing God. 4 Be sinful pleasures all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem; Christ and his love fill every thought, And faith and hope be fixed on him! 5 While he is absent from our sight, 'Tis to prepare for us a place, That we may dwell in heavenly light, And live for ever near his face.

454. s. M.

Watts, alt'd.

The Love of our Saviour, prompting to Christian Love.

1 JESUS, the Friend of man,

Invites us to his board;

The welcome summons we obey,
And own our gracious Lord.

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Here we survey that love
Which spoke in every breath,
Prompted each action of his life,
And triumphed in his death.

Here let our powers unite
His honoured name to raise;
Let grateful joy fill every mind,
And every voice be praise.

One faith, one hope, one Lord,
One God alone we know;
Brethren we are; let every heart
With kind affections glow.

Warmed with our Master's love,
And thy unmeasured grace,

Lord! let our thankful hearts expand,
And all mankind embrace.

455. P. M.

A Morning Hymn.

Watts, partly.

1 LAUDED be thy name for ever,
Thou of life the Guard and Giver!
Thou who slumber'st not, nor sleepest,
Blessed are they thou kindly keepest!
God of stillness and of motion,
Of the rainbow and the ocean,
Of the mountain, rock, and river,
Blessed be thy name for ever!

2 God of evening's yellow ray !
God of yonder dawning day,
That rises from the distant sea
Like breathings of eternity!

Thine the flaming sphere of light
Thine the darkness of the night!
God of life, that fade shall never!
Glory to thy name for ever!

456. c. M.

In a Thunder Storm.

+ Hogg, alt'd.

1 LET coward guilt, with pallid fear,
To sheltering caverns fly,
And justly dread the awful Power
That thunders through the sky.

2 Protected by that hand, whose law
The threatening storms obey,
Intrepid virtue smiles secure
As in the blaze of day.

3 In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom, The lightning's lurid glare,

It views the same all-gracious Power
Which breathes the vernal air.

4 Through nature's ever varying scene,
By different ways pursued,

The one eternal end of Heaven
Is universal good.

5 With like beneficent effect

O'er flaming æther glows,

As when it tunes the linnet's voice,
And blushes in the rose.

6 When through creation's vast expanse
The last dread thunders roll,
Untune the concord of the spheres,
And shake the guilty soul;

7 Unmoved, may we the final storm
Of jarring worlds survey,

That ushers in the tranquil morn
Of everlasting day.

457. c. M.

Mrs. Carter.

Hymn for those who have returned from abroad. Ps. cvi.

1 LET Songs of praise from all below
To thee, O God! ascend,
Whose bounties unexhausted flow,
Whose mercies know no end.

2 But chief by them that debt be paid,
Midst dangers circling round,
Who still in thy almighty aid
Have sure protection found.

3 The wandering exile, doomed to stray
O'er many a desert wide;

Who fearless takes his lonely way,
With God his guard, and guide:-

4 The sailor, on the swelling sea,

When storms impending lower,
Or tempests rage; who trusts in thee,
And owns thy mighty power :-

5 The wretch, who, pressed by countless woes That no cessation see,

Still bids his steadfast hope repose,
Almighty Lord! on thee:

6 All, all shall join to bless thy name,
Whose heavenly aid they prove;
As all have felt, let all proclaim
Thy boundless power and love.

New Selection.

458. P. M.

Hymn for Easter.

1 LIFT your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die.

Vain were the terrors that gathered around him, And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him, Resplendent in glory, to live and to save.

Loud was the chorus of angels on high,

'The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die.' 2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy;

The being he gave us, death cannot destroy. Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow, If tears were our birth-right, and death were our end, But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow, And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend.

Lift then your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die. + Christian Disciple.

459. c. M.

On the Death of a Child.

1 LIFE is a span, a fleeting hour;-
How soon the vapour flies!
Man is a tender, transient flower,
That e'en in blooming dies.

2 The once-loved form, now cold and dead, Each mournful thought employs;

And nature weeps, her comforts fled,
And withered all her joys.

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