3 This was compassion, like a God,
That when the Saviour knew-
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

4 Now, though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great;
Well he remembers Caivary,
Nor lets his saints forget.

b Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record,

And, with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

480.

L. M.

The Day of Espousals.

1 JESUS, thou everlasting King! Accept the tribute that we bring ; Accept the well-deserved renown, And wear our praises as thy crown. 2 Let every act of worship be,

Like our espousals, Lord! to thee:Like the dear hour, when, from above We first received thy pledge of love. 3 The gladness of that happy dayOur hearts would wish it long to stay; Nor let our faith forsake its hold, Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold. 4 Each foll' wing minute as it flies, Increase thy praise, improve our joys; Till we are raised to sing thy name, At the great supper of the Lamb.

C. M.

481. Humble Communion with Christ.

1 LORD! at thy table, we behold
The wonders of thy grace;
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.

4 Ye saints below, ard hosts above!
Join all your sacred powers;
No theme is like redeeming love,—
No Saviour is like ours.

482.

C. M.

The triumphal Feast.

1 COME, let us lift our voices high,-
High as our joys arise,

And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.

2 Jesus, our God, invites us here,
To this triumphal feast;

And brings immortal blessings down
For each redeemed guest.

3 Victorious God! what can we pay
For favors so divine?

We would devote our hearts away,
To be for ever thine.

4 We give thee, Lord! onr highest praise-
The tribute of our tongues;
But themes, so infinite as these,
Exceed our noblest songs.

The Gospel-Feast.

1 HOW sweet and awful is the place,
With Christ within the doors-
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores!

2 While all our hearts, and all our songs
Join to admire the feast;

Each of us cry, with thankful tongues,"Lord! why was I a guest?

3 "Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there 's room-

When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come?"

"T was the same love that spread the feast,

That sweetly forced us in;

Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.

5 Pity the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.

6 We long to see thy churches fuil,
That all the chosen race

May, with one voice, and heart, and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.

484.

C. M.

Remembering Christ.

IF human kindness meets return
And owns the grateful tie;
If tender thoughts within us burn,
To feel a friend is nigh ;-

2 Oh! shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe

To him, who died, our fears to queil-
Our more than orphan's wo!

3 While yet his anguished soul surveyed
Those pangs he would not flee,

What love his latest words displayed,-
"Meet and remember me!"

4 Remember thee-thy death, thy shame,
Our sinful hearts to share!-

O mem'ry! leave no other name
But his recorded there.

485.

L. M.

The Presence of Christ desired.

1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world! be gone, Let my religious hours alone:

Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;-

I wait a visit, Lord! from thee.

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire;
Come, my dear Jesus! from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.

3 Blest Saviour! what delicious fare-
How sweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
4 Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine:
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one,
That eyes have seen, or angels known

486.

C. M.

Remembering Christ.

1 ACCORDING to thy gracious word,-In meek humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord!

I will remember thee.

2 Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember thee.

3 Gethsemane can I forget?

Or there thy conflict see,-
Thine agony and bloody sweat,-
And not remember thee?

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!
I must remember thee :-

5 Remember thee, and all thy pains,
And all thy love to me!

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remalna,
Will I remember thee.

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb And mind and mem'ry flee;

When, in thy kingdom, thou shalt come,
Jesus! remember ms.

487.

SABBATH.

7s.

The Sabbath in the Sanctuary.

1 SAFELY through another week,
God has brought us on our way -
Let us now a blessing seek,

Waiting in his courts to-day:
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem cf eternal rest.

2 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 day, in ther.

3 Here we come thy name to praise;
Let us feel thy presence near :
May thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in thy house appear:
Here 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 :
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove.
Till we join the church above.
S. M.

488. The Lord's Day and public Worship.
1 WELCOMF-sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise!
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

2 The king himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

? One day, amidst the place

Where my dear God hath been,