(816.) 697.
T. 14.
SHEPHERD of souls, refresh and
Thy chosen pilgrim-flock, (bless
With manna in the wilderness,
With water from the rock.
2. Hungry and thirsty, faint and
As thou when here below, (weak,
Our souls the joys celestial seek,
That from thy sorrows flow.
3. We would not live by bread alone,
But by that word of grace,
In strength of which we travel on
To our abiding-place.
4. Be known to us in breaking bread
But do not then depart;
Saviour, abide with us, and spread
Thy table in our heart.
5. Then sup with us in love divine:
Thy body and thy blood,
That living bread, that heavenly
wine,
Be our immortal food.
698.* T. 159. THE Sabbath is for man, that he Therein may find repose, And that the soul refresh'd may be
By Christ, the church's spouse: Now doth his ransom'd, happy bride, Fruit of his anguish when he died, Enjoy a true sabbatic rest,
In his communion blest.
699. T. 205. GRACIOUS Lord,-with one accord,
We're assembled in thy name;
Deign to hear-our fervent prayer,
Mercy is our only claim,
While with tears and blushing face
We our sins to thee confess,
And our hearts with thanks o'erflow
For the grace thou dost bestow.
(822.) 702.* T. 166. Thou teachest us the way to bliss: WELCOME among thy flock of
With joyful acclamation, Thou, whom our Shepherd we confess :
Come, feed thy congregation: We own the doctrine of thy cross
To be our sole foundation; Accept from every one of us
The deepest adoration.
Keep under thy protection
That church of which He ruler is;
We'll follow thy direction.
T. 159.
ALL hail! our church's Elder dear!
Jesus, her glorious Head,
To thy disciples now appear,
As risen from the dead:
Let our rejoicing souls, in thee
And hear thy gentle voice anew
The tokens of thy passion see,
Say, "Peace be unto you!"
Remembering what our fathers
2. Lord Jesus, to our hearts reveal
Thy grace and love unceasing;
Thy hand, once pierced with the
Bestow on us a blessing, (nail,
That hand which to thy family,
With tender love's affection,
Ere thou ascendedst up on high,This solemn jubilee we hold,
Imparted benediction.
3. O thou, the church's Head and
Lord,
Who as a shepherd leadest
Thy flock, and richly with thy word
And sacrament us feedest:
What shall we say? lost in amaze,
Our hearts bow down before thee;
For none sufficiently can praise,
Love, honour, or adore thee.
4. Our heavenly Father, hear our
By virtue of Christ's suffering, In whom we all accepted are,
Receive us as thine offering: To us the counsels of thy love,
Its depths, its heights unravel: And may we all through mercy
The fruit of thy Son's travail.
5. O Spirit in the Godhead's throne,
Accept our adoration;
Thou ever didst attend the Son,
And aid his ministration;
Thou didst in their young day,
That we, as then did they,
With soul and strength, with heart
Ourselves in covenant may bind,
(sea,
and mind,
Through life, in death, on land, o'er
Meekly to follow thee.
3. Revive thy work amidst the years;
On heathen soils to sow in tears,
Our brethren still employ,
With hope to reap in joy; (few,
If thou our failing faith renew,
Though wide the fields, the laborers
The weakest of thy servants, we
Can do all things, through thee.
J. Montgomery.
O listen to our prayer,
To meet thee us prepare
With due reverence;
(feel, No tongue can tell-what joy we When thou, Lord, dost thyself reveal.
2. Thee to approach with awe we
Entreating thee our gates to enter;
Our souls and bodies are thine own:
Speak to every church division,
We'll hear thy voice with deep im-
pression,
For we are bound to thee alone:
To thee in each concern
We'll always humbly turn;
Want we insight
Let us by thee-instructed be,
Then in thy light the light we see.
3. Thus our bliss will last for ever;
While we enjoy thy love and favour,
And safe beneath thy shadow rest,
We with joyful acclamation
Adore thee as thy congregation,
Thou art our Head and Lord con-
fess'd:
To thee, Ancient of Days,
Be honour, power, and praise
Now and ever:
Lord, grant that we-eternally
May put our trust alone in thee.
To Christ we homage pay,
We covenant this day
Him to serve with all our strength,
Him to love with all our heart,
Him to follow, till at length
We obtain in heaven our part.
(825)
706.*
T. 79.
INCLINE thine ear in favour
To us, most gracious Saviour,
Accept our promises : (sion
Thy death, thy wounds, and pas-
Abide our hearts' confession,
Till we shall see thee face to face.
C. R. v. Z.
T. 185. HEAD and Ruler of thy congregation,
Which thou lov'st unspeakably,
And to whom thou oft a deep sen-
Giv'st of thy complacency; (sation
O regard our hearts within us glow-
ing,
(o'erflowing,
And the contrite tears our eyes
While we blush with humble
shame,
And adore thy holy name.
2. Jesus, great High-priest of our
profession,
We in confidence draw near; (sion
Condescend in mercy the confes-
Of our grateful hearts to hear:
Thee we gladly own in every nation
Head and Master of thy congre-
gation,
Conscious that in every place
Thou dispensest life and grace.
3. Thy blest people, trusting in thy
merit,
On the earth's extended face,
From each other far, but one in
And by thine own almighty hand | Assure us of thy pardoning love: Didst guide them to the promis'd O root out whate'er impedeth
(the day, Thy Spirit's work or discord breed
A cloud thy brightness veiling in By night thy pillar'd fire did mark their way
2. That mighty power thou then didst show,
Attends us still, where'er we go, And we, tho' undeserving, share Thy tender love, thy watchful care, While we thy leadings faithfully (in view. And keep the cloud and pillar still 3. May we to thee, our Shepherd, cleave,
Thy Holy Spirit never grieve,
And love each other heartily;
Thereby the scorning world will
(move:
Each stumbling-block from us re-
Those who have gone astray
Cause to return, we pray,
Faithful Shepherd:
With thee our Guide,
May we abide :
Preserve us lest we turn aside.
710.
T. 68.
W. Horne. (RECEPTION LITURGY. A.)
T. 230. IN the name of Jesus Christ our
O THOU God of our salvation, Behold thy blood-bought congregation,
The church's Head by us ador'd,
The Brethren's congregation now
Into her fold receiveth you ;—
Assembled here before thy face;
Pondering on thy gracious dealing, 2. With us in Jesus to be one,
We would express our grateful
feeling,
And joyful Hallelujahs raise :
But when we in thy light
Discern, how we requite
Thee, O Jesus,
We blush for shame,
Ours is the blame,
But praise is due unto thy name.
2. Deeply conscious of transgres-
sion,
To thee we turn, hear our confession,
To follow him, and him alone,
To enjoy his faithful shepherd-care
And his reproach and joy to share.
3. O may our Lord, the God of grace,
Who gives you in his fold a place,
Own you his blood-bought property,
And lead and bless you constantly.
4. With heart and hand you now
(known,
The Lord, to whom your heart is
Cause your whole walk 'mongst us
His joy and your felicity.
5. The God of peace you sanctify, | And by her gracious Lord and
With us to yield him praise and joy;
That spirit, soul, and body may
Be blameless till his perfect day.
Is gently govern'd, train'd, and led.
3. Enjoy, then, with the church,
Christ's spouse,
The privileges of his house;
And in our joy, and grief, and care,
With us take thy allotted share.
4. As his redeem'd from this world's
thrall,
(RECEPTION LITURGY. B.) THIS flock of Christ receiveth thee; While, conscious of her poverty, Before her Saviour she appears With fervent sighs and contrite tears. 2. Yet doth her inmost soul rejoice, Because she hears the Shepherd's Be found wise virgins in that day.
Let us make sure our blessed call; That, when the Bridegroom comes, we may
XXIV. THE SERVANTS OF CHRIST.
T. 166. For Jesus day and night employ'd,
His husbandry they toil to clear:
The love of Christ their hearts
And strengthens their unwearied
constrains,
(hands;
They spend their blood, and sweat,
and pains,
HIGH on his everlasting throne,
The King of saints his work surveys,
Marks the dear souls he calls his own,
And smiles on his peculiar race:
He rests well pleased their toil to
Beneath his easy yoke they move, With all their heart and strength agree
To cultivate Immanuel's lands.
4. Alarm'd at their successful toil,
Satan and his wild spirits rage:
They labour to tear up, and spoil,
In the sweet labour of his love.
2. His eye the world at once looks And blast the rising heritage:
A vast uncultivated field; (thro',
Mountains and vales in ghastly show
A barren, uncouth prospect yield:
Clear'd of the thorns by civil care,
A few less hideous wastes are seen;
Yet still they all continue bare,
And not one spot of earth is green.
3. Sec, where the servants of their
A busy multitude, appear; (God,
In every wilderness they sow
The seed of death, the carnal mind;
They would not let one virtue grow,
Nor leave one seed of good behind.
5. Yet still the servants of their Lord
Look up and calmly persevere;
Supported by the Master's word,
The adverse powers they scorn to
fear;
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