PARAPHRASE XXXIII.

FATHER of all! we bow to thee

who dwell'st in heav'n adored;

But present still through all thy works, the universal Lord.

For ever hallowed be thy name by all beneath the skies;

And may thy kingdom still advance, till grace to glory rise.

A grateful homage may we yield,
with hearts resigned to thee;
And as in heaven thy will is done,
on earth so let it be.

From day to day we humbly own
the hand that feeds us still:
Give us our bread, and teach to rest
contented in thy will.

Our sins before thee we confess;
O may they be forgiven!
As we to others mercy show,

we mercy beg from Heaven.

Still let thy grace our life direct;
from evil guard our way;
And in temptation's fatal path

permit us not to stray.

For thine the power, the kingdom thine,

all glory's due to thee:

Thine from eternity they were,

and thine shall ever be.

TWAS

on that night, when doomed to know The eager rage of every foe,

That night in which he was betrayed,
The Saviour of the world took bread:

And, after thanks and glory given
To him that rules in earth and heaven,
That symbol of his flesh he broke,
And thus to all his followers spoke:

My broken body thus I give

For you, for all; take, eat, and live;
And oft the sacred rite renew,
That brings my wondrous love to view.

Then in his hands the cup he raised,
And God anew he thanked and praised;
While kindness in his bosom glowed,
And from his lips salvation flowed.

My blood I thus pour forth, he cries,
To cleanse the soul in sin that lies;
In this the covenant is sealed,
And Heaven's eternal grace revealed.

With love to man this cup is fraught,
Let all partake the sacred draught;
Through latest ages let it pour
In memory of my dying hour.

DUNFERMLINE.

ST. GREGORY.

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ST. PETER.

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HARK, the glad sound, the Saviour comes! the Saviour promised long;

Let every heart exult with joy, and every voice be song!

On him the Spirit, largely shed,

exerts its sacred fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,

his holy breast inspire.

He comes the prisoners to relieve, in Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before him burst, the iron fetters yield.

He comes from darkening scales of vice to clear the inward sight;

And on the eye-balls of the blind to pour celestial light.

He comes the broken hearts to bind, the bleeding souls to cure;

And with the treasures of his grace
to enrich the humble poor.

Our glad hosannahs, Prince of Peace
thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's exalted arches ring
with thy most honoured name.