6 Were half our breath, thus vainly spent, To heav'n in supplication sent,

Our cheerful songs would often be,
Hear what the Lord has done for me.

B

HYMN 76. L. M.

The work of a Minister.

EFORE thy throne, eternal King, Thy ministers their tribute bring; Their tribute of united praise,

For heav'nly news and peaceful days."

2 We sing the conquest of thy sword,
And publish loud thy healing word:
While angels sound thy glorious name,
Thy saving grace our lips proclaim.

3 Thy various service we esteem,
Our sweet employ, our bliss supreme,
And while we feel thy heav'nly love,
We burn like seraphims above.

4 Nor seraphs there can ever raise,
With us an equal song of praise :
They are the noblest work of God,
But we the purchase of his blood.

5 Still in thy work we would abound,
Still prune the vine or plow the ground;
Thy sheep with wholesome pasture feed,
And watch them with unweari'd heed.

6 Thou art our Lord, our life, our love,
Our care below, our crown above;
Thy praise shall be our blest employ,
Thy presence our eternal joy.

J'

HYMN 77.

Christ's Crucifixion.

ESUS drinks the bitter cup, The wine-press treads alone, Tares the graves and mountains By his expiring groan :

up,

Lo! the pow'rs of heaven he shakes,

Nature in convulsion lies, Earth's profoundest centre quakes, The great Jehovah dies.

2 Dies the glorious cause of all,
The true eternal plan
Falls, to raise us from our fall,
To ransom sinful men ;
Well may sol withdraw his light,
With the suff'rer sympathize,
Leave the world in sudden night,
While his creator dies.

3 O my God he dies for me,
I feel the mortal smart!
Seeing him hanging on the tree.
A sight that breaks my heart!
O that all to thee might turn;
Sinners ye may love him too,
Look on him ye pierc'd, and mourn
For one who bled for you.

4 Weep o'er your desire and hope
With tears of humblest love:
Sing, for Jesus is gone up,

And reigns enthron'd above; Lives our head to die no more, Pow'r is all to Jesus given, Worship'd as he was before,

Th'immortal king of heav'n.

H

- HYMN 78.

Christ's Assension..

AIL the day that sees him rise, Ravish'd from our wishful eyes;, Christ a while to mortals giv❜n Re-ascends his native heaven, There the pompous triumph waits; "Lift up your heads, eternal gates! "Wide unfold the radient scene, "Take the King of glory in !"

2 Him though highest heav'n receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own;
Still for us, he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads;
Next himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

3 Master (may we ever say)
Taken from our head to day,
See thy faithful servant, see,
Ever gazing up to thee!

Grant, though parted from our sight;
High above yon azure height-
Grant our hearts may thither tise,
Foll'wing thee beyond the skies..

4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love,
Looking when our Lord shall come,
Longing, gasping after home;
There we shall with thee remain

Partners of thine endless reign,
There thy face unclouded see,

Find our heaven of heav'ns in thee.

HYMN 79.

For a person under temptation.

ESUS, lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,

O receive my soul at last!

2 Other refuge have I none:
Hangs my helpless soul on thee-
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me;
All my trust on thee is stay'd,
All mine help from thee I bring,
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick and lead the blind;

Just and holy is thy name:

I am all unrighteousness!

Vile and full of sih I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with thee I found,
Grace to pardon all my sin ;

Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within a

Thou of life the fountain art
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

LOW

HYMN 80.

The year of Jubilee.

BThe gladly solemn sound;

the trumpet blow

Let all the nations know

To earth's remotest bound,
of Jubilee is come:

The year

Return ye ransom'd sinners home!

2 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heav'nly grace ;
Ye happy souls draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face;
The of Jubilee is come,
Return to your eternal home!

year

3 Extol the Lamb of God,.
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood

Throughout the world proclaim ;
The year of Jubilee is come,
Return ye ransom'd sinners home.

I

Praise for the hope of Glory.

SOJOURN in a vale of tears,
Alas! how can I sing?

My harp doth on the willows hang.
Distun'd in every string.