All below, and all above,
One in joy, and light, and love.

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B

II.

feed,

READ of heaven, on thee I
For thy flesh is meat indeed;

Ever may my soul be fed,
With the true and living Bread:
Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of him that died.

2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice;
'Tis thy wounds my healing give;
To thy cross I look and live:
Thou, my life, O let me be
Rooted, grounded, built on thee.

FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. 447

SBY ON of of Gody God! to ther thee I cry:

Of thy dwelling here on earth,
By thy pure and holy birth,
Hear, oh, hear my lowly plea :
Manifest thyself to me!

2 Lamb of God! to thee I cry:
By thy bitter agony,
By thy pangs to us unknown,
By thy spirit's parting groan,
Hear, oh, hear my lowly plea:
Manifest thyself to me!

3 Prince of Life! to thee I cry:
By thy glorious majesty,
By thy triumph o'er the grave,
Meek to suffer, strong to save,
Hear, oh, hear my fervid plea:
Manifest thyself to me!

448

RISE,

my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven thy native place: Sun and moon and stars decay; Time shall soon this earth remove: Rise, my soul, and haste away, To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that's born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face,

Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

13 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn;
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return;
Triumphant in the skies.
Yet a season, and you know,
Happy entrance will be given;
All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.

whose glory fills the skies, true, the only Light,

Sun of righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night;
Day-spring from on high, be near,
Day-star in my heart appear.

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
If thy light be hid from me;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see-
Till they inward light impart,
Peace and gladness to my heart.

3 Visit then this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief,
Fill me, 0 thou light divine,
Scatter all my unbelief;
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

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SA AFELY through another week, God has brought us on our way;

Let us now a blessing seek,

On th' approaching Sabbath-day : Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest.

While we seek supplies of grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciled face,

Take away our sin and shame:
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this night in thee.

3 When the morn shall bid us rise,
Let us feel thy presence near;
May thy glory meet our eyes,
When we in thy house appear:
There afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

4 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief from all complaints:
Such let all our Sabbaths prove
Till we join the church above.

Mine, mine was the transgression,
But thine the deadly pain.

3 What language shall I borrow
To thank thee dearest Friend,
For this thy dying sorrow,-
Thy pity without end!
Lord, make me thine for ever,
Nor let me faithless prove;
O let me never, never

Abuse such dying love.

4 And when I am departing,
O part not thou from me;
When mortal pangs are darting,
Come, Lord, and set me free!'
These eyes new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move,
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely, through thy love.

2 He comes with succor speedy
To those who suffer wrong;
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemned and dying,

Were precious in his sight.

3 Kings shall fall down before him,
And gold and incense bring:
All nations shall adore him,
His praise all people sing.
For him shall prayer unceasing,
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.

4 O'er every foe victorious,

He on his throne shall rest,
From age to age more glorious,
All-blessing and all-blest;
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His name shall stand for ever,
That name to us is-LoVE.

FROM Greenland's icy mountains,

From

coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain. 2 What, though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile; In vain with lavish kindness, The gifts of God are strown; The heathen, in his blindness,

Bows down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we, to men benighted,
The lamp of life deny?

FOR thee, O dear, dear Country,

Mine eyes their vigils keep;

For very love beholding Thy happy name they weep: The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, It brings us joy in sorrow, And love, and life, and rest. 2 There is the throne of David, And there, from toil released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast : There those who, thro' their Leader, Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever

Are clad in robes of white.

3 Their breasts are filled with gladness,
Their tongues the gladness prove,
Their one and only anthem,
The dear Redeemer's love.
There we our King and Portion,
In fulness of his grace,
Shall soon behold for ever,
And worship face to face!

COME, thou almighty King,

us thy to sing,

Help us to praise.
Father all glorious,
O'er all victorious,
Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of Days.

2 Come, thou incarnate Word,
Gird on thy mighty sword;
Our prayer attend.
Come, and thy people bless,
And give thy word success;
Spirit of holiness,
On us descend.

3 Come, Holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear,
In this glad hour.
Thou, who almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of power.

4 To the great One in Three
The highest praises be,
Hence evermore.
His sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity

Love and adore.

Thine own bright ray!
Divinely good thou art;
Thy sacred gifts impart
To gladden each sad heart:
Oh, come to-day!

2 Come, Light serene and still,
Our inmost bosoms fill;
Dwell in each breast:
We know no dawn but thine;
Send forth thy beams divine,
On our dark souls to shine,
And make us blest!

3 Exalt our low desires;
Extinguish passion's fires;
Heal every wound:
Our stubborn spirits bend;
Our icy coldness end;
Our devious steps attend,

While heavenward bound.

4 Come, all the faithful bless;
Let all, who Christ confess,
His praise employ:
Give virtue's rich reward;
Victorious death accord,
And, with our glorious Lord,
Eternal joy.