4 Deep was the suffering he endured
Upon the cross or tree-

For me-each welcome guest may say-
"Twas all endured for me.

5 Sure there was never love so free-
Dear Saviour-so divine!

Well thou mayst claim that heart of me,
Which owes so much to thine.

445.

L. M. WATTS.

Not ashamed of Christ crucified. 1 AT thy command, O gracious Lord, Here we attend thy dying feast; Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board, And thine own flesh feeds every guest. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,

And trusts for life in one that died; We hope for heavenly crowns above, From a Redeemer crucified.

3 What tho' the world pronounce it shame,
And cast their scandals on thy cause?
We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumph in his cross.

4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
"He that was dead hath left his tomb;
He lives, above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come."

446.

L. M.

ANONYMOUS.

The Unity of the Saints.

1 HOW pleasing to behold and see
The friends of Jesus all agree,
To sit around his sacred board,
As members of one common Lord.

2 While here we sit we would implore
That love may spread from shore to shore;
Till all the saints, like us, combine,
To praise the Lord in songs divine.
To all we freely give our hand,
Who love the Lord in every land;
For all are one in Christ, our Head,
To whom be endless honours paid.

447.

C. M.

STEELE.

Praise to the Redeemer.

1 TO our Redeemer's glorious name,
Awake the sacred song:

O may his love each heart inflame,
And tune each stamm'ring tongue.

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach, What mortal tongue display! Imagination's utmost stretch

In wonder dies away.

3 Let wonder still with love unite,
And gratitude and joy;

Thou, Lord, be our supreme delight,
Thy praise our best employ.

448.

L. M. ANONYMOUS.

Desiring suitable affections at the Lord's table
1 LORD, while around thy board we meet,
And humbly worship at thy feet;
O may our warm affections move
In glad returns of grateful love.
2 Strengthen our faith, us also aid,
To view thy wond'rous love display'd
Through emblems of thy flesh and blood,
By which we're sav'd and brought to God.
3 May grief for sin, the cause of wo,
With painful pleasing anguish flow;
And thy forgiving love impart

Life, hope, and joy, to every heart. 449.

8s & 7s. EXETER COLL
After Communion.

1 FROM the table now retiring,
Which for us the Lord hath spread,
May our souls, refreshment finding,
Grow in all things like our Head."

2 His example by beholding,

May our lives his image bear; Him our Lord and Master calling, His commands may we revere. 3 Love to God and man displaying, Walking steadfast in his way,

Joy attend us in believing,

Peace from God through endless day!

450.

L. M.

BRYANT.

The Lord's Day.

1 WE bless thee for this sacred day, Thou, who hast every blessing given, Which sends the dreams of earth away, And yields a glimpse of opening heaven. 2 Rich day of holy thoughtful rest! May we improve thy calm repose, And in God's service truly blessed, Forget the world, its joys and woes. 3 Lord! may thy truth, upon the heart Now fall and dwell, as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start Where once the weeds of error grew. 4 May prayer now lift her sacred wings, Contented with that aim alone

Which bears her to the King of kings,
And rests her at his sheltering throne.

451.

1 THE work, O Lord, is thine,
And wondrous in our eyes;
This day proclaims it all divine-
This day did Jesus rise.

2 We hail the glorious day,

4

With thankful heart and voice,
Which chas'd each painful doubt away
And bade the church rejoice.

Since he hath left the grave,
His promises are true;
And each exalted hope he gave,
Confirm'd of God we view.

O come the happy hour,

When all the earth shall own

The Son, O God! declared with power,

And worship at thy throne.

That we possess thy word,

Which all this grace displays,

Accept, thou Father of our Lord,

Our sacrifice of praise.

452.

S. M. WATTS.

The Lord's Day welcomed.

1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to each reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

2 Jesus himself comes near,

And feasts his saints to-day;

Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and

3 One day, amid the place

pray.

Where our dear God is seen,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasure and of sin.

4 Our willing souls would stay
In such a frame as this,

Till called to rise, and soar away,
To everlasting bliss.

453.

1 WELCOME, delightful morn!
Thou day of sacred rest;
We hail thy kind return;

Lord make these moments blest.
From low delights, and mortal toys,
We soar to reach immortal joys.
2 Now may the King descend,

And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,

While saints address thy face:
Let sinners feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

3 Descend, celestial Dove,

With all thy quickening powers;
Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless these sacred hours:
Then shall our souls new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths be improved in vain.
454.
L. M. EPISCOPAL COLL.
1 OUR opening eyes with rapture see
The dawn of thy returning day;
Our thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,
While thus our early vows we pay.

2 We yield our hearts to thee alone, Nor would receive another guest; Eternal King! erect thy throne,

And reign sole monarch in each breast.

3 Oh bid this trifling world retire,

And drive each carnal thought away;
Nor let us feel one vain desire-

One sinful thought-through all the day.
4 Then, to thy courts when we repair,
Our souls shall rise on joyful wing,
The wonders of thy love declare,

And join the strains which angels sing.
L. M. STENNETT.

455.

The rest of the Lord's Day.

1 ANOTHER six days' work is done;
Another Sabbath is begun :

Return, our souls-enjoy your rest;
Improve the day your God has blest.

2 Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies;

And draw from heaven that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows.

3 This heavenly calm within the breast!
The dearest pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains-
The end of cares-the end of pains.

4 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In varied scenes, both old and new;
With praise, we think on mercies past;
With hope, we future pleasures taste.

holy duties, let the day

holy pleasures, pass away: w sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend, hope of one that ne'er shall end! 6. C. M. DE COURCY'S COLL. COME, let us join with sweet accord In hymns around the throne: This is the day our rising Lord' Hath made, and called his own.