2

In vain our hearts attempt,

In language meek, to tell

How through a thousand sorrows burned
That flame unquenchable.

3 Yet we would praise that love,
Beyond expression dear:

4

Come, gather round this table, then,
And celebrate it here.

These symbols of his death,

O, with what power they speak!
Prophetic lips and angels lyres,
Compared with these are weak.

5 And shall they plead in vain
With our forgetful souls?

Forbid it, God, while through our veins
The vital current rolls!

638. C. M.

Walking with God.

10 FOR a closer walk with God
A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

Furness.

4 Return, O holy Dove! return,
Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;

So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

639. L. M.

For an Ordination.

10 THOU, who art above all height!
Our God, our Father, and our Friend!
Beneath thy throne of love and light,
Let thy adoring children bend.

Cowper.

2 We kneel in praise, that here is set
A vine that by thy culture grew;
We kneel in prayer, that thou wouldst wet
Its opening leaves with heavenly dew.

3 Since thy young servant now hath given
Himself, his powers, his hopes, his youth,
To the great cause of truth and heaven,
Be thou his guide, O God of truth!
4 Here may his doctrines drop like rain.
His speech like Hermon's dew distil,
Till green fields smile, and golden grain,
Ripe for the harvest, waits thy will.

5 And when he sinks in death-by care,
Or pain, or toil, or years oppressed,-
O God! remember thou our prayer,
And take his spirit to thy rest.

640. C. M.

Dedication of a place of worship.

1 0 THOU, whose own vast temple stands,
Built over earth and sea!

Accept the walls that human hands
Have raised to worship thee.

2 Lord! from thine inmost glory send,
Within these courts to bide,

The peace that dwelleth without end
Serenely by thy side.

3 May erring minds that worship here
Be taught the better way;

Pierpont.

And they who mourn, and they who fear,
Be strengthened as they pray.

4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,
And pure devotion rise,

While round these hallowed walls tne storm

Of earth-born passion dies.

641. 61. 7s M.

For Saturday Evening.

1 SAFELY through another week
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek
On the approaching Sabbath day;
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

Bryant.

2 Mercies multiplied, each hour
Through the week our praise demand;
Guarded by thy mighty power,
Fed and guided by thy hand.
From our worldly care set free,
May we rest this night with thee.

3 When the morn shall bid us rise,
May we feel thy pleasure near;
May thy glory meet our eyes,
When we in thy house appear;
Blest may all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.

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2

3

642. s. M.

Christian Psalmist.

The death of an aged Minister.

SERVANT of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master's joy.

The voice at midnight came;
He started up to hear:

A mortal arrow pierced his frame;

He fell, but felt no fear:

Tranquil amidst alarms,

It found him on the field,

A veteran slumbering on his arms,
Beneath his red-cross shield.

4 His spirit, with a bound,

Left its encumbering clay;

His tent, at sunrise, on the ground,
A darkened ruin lay.

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6

The pains of death are past,
Labour and sorrow cease;

And life's long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.

Soldier of Christ, well done!
Praise be thy new employ:

And while eternal ages run,

Rest in thy Saviour's joy.

643. P. M.

Montgomery.

"Come, see the place where the Lord lay."-Easter Hymns
1 SING praise! the tomb is void
Where the Redeemer lay:
Sing of our bonds destroyed,-
Our darkness turned to day!

2 Weep for your dead no more,—
Friends, be of joyful cheer!
Our star moves on before,
Our narrow path shines clear.

3 Thou that with patient eye

The crown of thorns didst wear!
Thou art gone up on high;
Our hope is with thee there.

4 Now is thy truth revealed,

Our hearts bind on thy might; The grave hath been unsealed; Thou art the Life and Light! 5 Thou that for man didst weep, Thou that didst bleed and die, First fruits of them that sleep, Thou art gone up on high!