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Through distant regions prone to move, And view the wonders of the day.
2 Lo, she returns, and seeks her rest,
And brings the olive-branch of peace; Thus are the cheerless mourners blest, The tidings all their hopes increase.
3 Thus does the spirit's witness show
A source of love, a fount of grace; A Saviour's goodness makes us know,
And points to God, our Righteousness. 4 Celestial messenger of joy,
Speed on thy way to this sad heart;
HYMN 465. H. M. [#]
Sun of Heaven.
1 IN yon blest world above,
Is never known to hide :
Forever flows the same;
3 O, could we see this light, And feel its heavenly heat,
Joyful we'd take our flight
L. M. [b]
The Lord's Supper.
1 "Twas on that dark, eventful night, When all the powers of earth arose Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betrayed him to his foes;
2 Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and blessed, and brake; What love through all his actions ran! What wondrous words of grace he spake !
3 In memory of your dying Lord,
Do this, he said, till time shall end ; Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed Friend.
4 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate;
We show thy death, we sing thy name,
HYMN 467. L. M. [b]
A View of the Cross.
1 WHEN I Survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my Lord;
3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spread o'er his body on the tree;
And all the globe is dead to me.
HYMN 468. C. M. [b]
1 O GOD, accept the sacred hour
2 Still let us hold, till life departs,
3 His true disciples may we live,
4 And oft along life's dangerous way,
HYMN 469. L. M. [b]
Not ashamed of Christ crucified.
1 Ar thy command, our dearest 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 who died; We hope for heavenly crowns above, From a Redeemer crucified.
3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, And heap their scandals on the cause; We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his cross,
4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He that was dead has left his tomb;
HYMN 470. S. M. [#]
Communion with God and Christ.
1 My heavenly Father calls,
2 God pities all my griefs;
He pardons every day;
3 Jesus, my living Head,
I bless thy faithful care;
4 Here fix my roving heart;
Here wait my warmest love,
HYMN 471. L. M. [#]
1 AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,
2 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,