Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,

To be exalted thus:

Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,
For He was slain for us.

Lord, Thou art worthy to receive
Honour and power divine;

And blessings, more than we can give,
For evermore be thine.

Let all creation join in one

To bless the sacred name
Of Him who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

Saint Luke the Evangelist.

PSALM XIX. PART II.-Ver. 7, 8, 9, 10.

GOD's perfect law converts the soul,
Reclaims from false desires;
With sacred wisdom his sure word

The ignorant inspires.

The statutes of the Lord are just,

And bring sincere delight;

His pure commands, in search of truth,
Assist the feeblest sight.

His perfect worship here is fix'd,
On sure foundations laid;
His equal laws are in the scales
Of truth and justice weigh'd.

Of more esteem than golden mines,
Or gold refin'd with skill;

More sweet than honey, or the drops
That from the comb distil.

St. Simon and Saint Jude, Apostles.

HYMN LXXXIX.

How honourable is the place
Where we adoring stand,
Zion, the glory of the earth,
And beauty of the land.

Bulwarks of mighty grace defend
The city where we dwell;

The walls, of strong salvation made,
Defy the assaults of hell.

Lift up the everlasting gates,
The doors wide open fling;
Enter, ye nations that obey
The statutes of our King.

M

Here shall we taste eternal joys,
And live in perfect peace;

We that have known Jehovah's name,
And ventured on his grace.

All Saints' Day.

HYMN XC.

JERUSALEM, my happy home,

Name ever dear to me,

When shall my labours have an end,
Thy joys when shall I see?

When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks of salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold?

O when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?

Apostles, martyrs, prophets there
Around my Saviour stand;
And all my friends in Christ below
Shall join the glorious band.

Jerusalem, my happy home,

When shall I come to thee?

Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see.

At a Baptism.

HYMN XCI.

IN token that thou shalt not fear,
Christ crucified to own,

We print the cross upon thee here,
And stamp thee his alone.

In token that thou shalt not blush
To glory in his name,
We blazon here upon thy front
His glory and his shame.

In token that thou shalt not flinch
Christ's quarrel to maintain,
But 'neath his banner manfully
Firm at thy post remain ;

In token that thou too shalt tread
The path He travelled by,

Endure the cross, despise the shame,
And sit thee down on high.

Thus outwardly and visibly

We seal thee for his own;

And may the brow that wears his cross Hereafter share his crown!

Before the Holy Communion.

HYMN XCII.

Lo, the feast is spread to-day,
Jesus summons, come away!
From the vanity of life,

From the sounds of mirth or strife,

To the feast by Jesus giv'n,

Come, and taste the Bread of Heav'n.

Why, with proud excuse and vain,
Spurn his mercy once again?
From amidst life's social ties,
From the farm and merchandise,
Come, for all is now prepar'd:
Freely giv'n, be freely shar'd.

Blessed are the lips that taste
Our Redeemer's marriage-feast;
Blessed, who on Him shall feed,
Bread of Life, and drink indeed;
Blessed, for their thirst is o'er;
They shall never hunger more.