But most of all admire that we

Should find a welcome place

2 We, who were all defiled with sin,
And rebels to our God!

We, who have crucified thy Son,
And trampled on his blood!

3 What strange, surprising grace is this,
That we, so lost, have room!
Jesus our weary souls invites,
And freely bids us come.

u 4 Ye saints below, and hosts above,
Join all your sacred powers;

No theme is like redeeming love,
No Saviour is like ours.

Stennett.

HYMN 414. 7s. Pilgrim. [b]
READ of heaven! on thee we feed,
For thy flesh is meat indeed:

Ever let our souls be fed

With this true and living bread!
2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice;

Lord! thy wounds our healing give,
To thy cross we look and live.

3 Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of him who died:
Lord of life! O let us be

Rooted, grafted, built on thee!

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Pratt's Col.

HYMN 415. 9 & 8. Bowery. [*] READ of the world, in mercy broken! Wine of the soul, in mercy shed; By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whose death our sins are dead! 2 Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed! And be thy feast to us the token, That by thy grace our souls are fed.

HYMN 416. C. M.
C. M.

Bishop Heber.

Archdale. [*]

Joining in Covenant with God. Is. xliv, 5.

o 1 COME, let us join our souls to God,

In everlasting bands;

And seize the blessings he bestows,
With eager hearts and hands.

o 2 Come, let us to his temple haste,
And seek his favour there
Before his footstool humbly bow,
And pour our fervent prayer.
3 Come, let us seal, without delay,
The covenant of his grace;
Nor shall the years of distant life
Its memory efface.

4 Thus may our rising offspring haste
To seek their fathers' God;

Nor e'er forsake the happy path
Their fathers' feet have trod.

Pratt's Col.

HYMN 417. C. M. Stephens.
Stephens. [*]
Joining the Church of Christ.

g 1 WITNESS, ye men and angels, now, Before the Lord we speak;

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To him we make our solemn vow,
A vow we dare not break-
-2 That long as life itself shall last,
Ourselves to Christ we yield;
Nor from his cause will we depart,
Or ever quit the field.

3 We trust not in our native strength,
But on his grace rely,

That, with returning wants, the Lord
Will all our need supply.

4 O guide our doubtful feet aright,
And keep us in thy ways;

And while we turn our vows to prayers,

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Turn thou our prayers to praise. Beddome.

HYMN 418. L. M. Costellow. [*]
Reception into Christian Fellowship.

CO OME in, thou blessed of the Lord,

Enter in Jesus' precious name;
We welcome thee with one accord,
And trust the Saviour does the same.
2 Those joys which earth cannot afford,
We'll seek in fellowship to prove,
Joined in one spirit to our Lord,
Together bound by mutual love.

3 And while we pass this vale of tears,
We'll make our joys and sorrows known;
We'll share each other's hopes and fears,
And count a brother's cares our own.

4 Once more our welcome we repeat,
Receive assurance of our love :
O may we all together meet
Around the throne of God above!

HYMN 419. S. M. Shirland. [* or b]

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Love to the Church.

LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of thine abode,

The church our blest Redeemer saved,
With his own precious blood.
2 If e'er to bless thy sons,

My voice or hands deny,

These hands let useful skill forsake,
This voice in silence die.
3 If e'er my heart forget
Her welfare or her wo,
Let every joy this heart forsake,
And every grief o'erflow.
4 For her my tears shall fall;
For her my prayers ascend;

To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

HYMN 420. L. M. Munich.

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Dwight.

[b]

For a Sunday School Union Anniversary Meeting. ROM year to year in love we meet, From year to year in peace we part; u The tongues of thousands uttering sweet The bosom-joy of every heart.

e 2 But time rolls on, and year by year,
We change, grow up, or pass away;
Not twice the same assembly here
Have hailed the children's festal day.
p 3 Death, ere another spring, shall strike
Some in our union, marked to fall 1;
Be young and old prepared alike,
The warning is to each, to all.
-4 Our times, our lives, are in thy hand;
On thee for all things we rely ;
Assured, while in thy grace we stand,
To live is Christ, and gain to die.
5 Meanwhile our falling ranks renew;
Send children, teachers, in our place,
More humble, docile, faithful, true,
More like thy Son, from race to race.

Montgomery.

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HYMN 421.

S. M.

Olmutz. [*]

For Sunday Schools.
ITHIN these walls be peace,
Love through our borders found;

WI

In all our little palaces

Prosperity abound.

2 God scorns not humble things; Here, though the proud despise, g The children of the King of kings Are training for the skies.

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3 May none who thus are taught,
From glory be cast down,

But all through faith and patience brought
To an immortal crown.

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Montgomery.
HYMN 422. C. M. Lanesboro'. [*]
For Sunday Schools.

HERE is a glorious world of light,
Above the starry sky;

Where saints departed, clothed in white,
Adore the Lord most high.

2. And hark! amid the sacred songs
Those heavenly voices raise,
Ten-thousand, thousand infant tongues
Unite and perfect praise.

3 Those are the hymns that we shall know, If Jesus we obey;

That is the place where we shall go,

If found in wisdom's way.

4 This is the joy we ought to seek,
And make our chief concern ;
For this we come, from week to week,
To read, and hear, and learn.
p 5 Soon will our earthly race be run,
Our mortal frame decay;

Children and teachers, one by one,
Must droop, and pass away.

e 6 Great God! impress the serious thought,

This day, on every breast;

That both the teachers and the taught

May enter to thy rest.

Jane Taylor.

HYMN 423. S. M. Shirland. [*]
For Sunday Schools.

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OME, let our songs resound
Within these peaceful walls;

-The light of knowledge shines around.
And e'en on us it falls.

2 Through God our Father's care,
Though we deserved it not,
Our lives in pleasant places are,
And goodly is our lot.

s 3 This cheerful morning sun,
That lights our happy plains,
Shines, ere its daily course is run,
Where heathen darkness reigns.
-4 He sees the savage wild
Some idol's help implore;
He sees the untaught Indian child
His painted gods adore.

5 Lord, let thy light, we pray,
On them-on us arise:
For we are foolish, blind as they,
Till Jesus make us wise.

6 We learn thy blessed will,
We read thy holy word,

Then may we thy commands fulfill,
Which others never heard.

HYMN 424. C. M.

1 PRA

What is Prayer?

Jane Taylor.

Dundee. [*]

RAYER is the soul's sincere desire
Uttered, or unexpressed;

The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.
2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;

The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;

Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.

4. Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air;
His watchword at the gates of death;
He enters heaven with prayer.

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;

u While angels in their songs rejoice,

And cry, "Behold, he prays!" Montgomery.