453. L. M. The Memorial of our absent Lord. 1 JESUS is gone above the sky, Where our weak senses reach him not; 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, 2 3 4 5 Here we survey that love Here let our powers unite One faith, one hope, one Lord, Warmed with our Master's love, Lord! let our thankful hearts expand, 455. P. M. A Morning Hymn. Watts, partly. 1 LAUDED be thy name for ever, 2 God of evening's yellow ray ! Thine the flaming sphere of light 456. c. M. In a Thunder Storm. + Hogg, alt'd. 1 LET coward guilt, with pallid fear, 2 Protected by that hand, whose law 3 In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom, The lightning's lurid glare, It views the same all-gracious Power 4 Through nature's ever varying scene, The one eternal end of Heaven 5 With like beneficent effect O'er flaming æther glows, As when it tunes the linnet's voice, 6 When through creation's vast expanse 7 Unmoved, may we the final storm That ushers in the tranquil morn 457. c. M. Mrs. Carter. Hymn for those who have returned from abroad. Ps. cvi. 1 LET Songs of praise from all below 2 But chief by them that debt be paid, 3 The wandering exile, doomed to stray Who fearless takes his lonely way, 4 The sailor, on the swelling sea, When storms impending lower, 5 The wretch, who, pressed by countless woes That no cessation see, Still bids his steadfast hope repose, 6 All, all shall join to bless thy name, 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;- 2 The once-loved form, now cold and dead, Each mournful thought employs; And nature weeps, her comforts fled, |