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;
Bring with thee peace without alloy,
And never from my soul depart.

HYMN 465. H. M. [#]

Sun of Heaven.

1 IN yon blest world above,
Where angel-hosts reside,
The Sun of truth and love
Is never known to hide :
Its sacred heat forever glows;
Divinely sweet to all it flows.

2 Its all-attracting light

Forever flows the same;

No darkness there, or night,

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No clouds, obscure the flame:

One endless day will constant shine,

And every ray is light divine.

3 O, could we see this light, And feel its heavenly heat,

Joyful we'd take our flight
To some celestial seat;
With angels sit, and sing away,
At Jesus' feet, an endless day.

COMMUNION.

HYMN 466.

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,
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage-supper of the Lamb.

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; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

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;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

HYMN 468. C. M. [b]

Communion Hymn.

1 O God, accept the sacred hour
Which we to thee have given,

And let this hallowed scene have power
To raise our souls to heaven.

2 Still let us hold, till life departs,
The precepts of thy Son,

Nor let our thoughtless, thankless hearts
Forget what he has done.

3 His true disciples may we live,
From all corruption free,

And humbly learn like him to give
Our powers, our wills to thee.

4 And oft along life's dangerous way,
To smooth our passage through,
Wilt thou, on this thy holy day,
For us this scene renew.

HYMN 469. L. M. [b]

Not ashamed of Christ crucified.

1 AT 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
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come.

HYMN 470.

S. M. [#]

Communion with God and Christ.

1 My heavenly Father calls,

And Christ invites me near;
With both my friendship shall be sweet,
And my communion dear.

2 God pities all my griefs;
He pardons every day;
Almighty to protect my soul,
And wise to guide my way.

3 Jesus, my living Head,
I bless thy faithful care;
My Advocate before the throne,
And my Forerunner there.

4 Here fix my roving heart;
Here wait my warmest love,
Till the communion be complete,
In nobler scenes above.

HYMN 471. L. M. [#]
Loving Kindness of the Saviour.

1 AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise;
He justly claims a song from me;
His loving kindness, O how free!

2 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,
Though earth and sin, my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along;
His loving kindness, O how strong!