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4 Deep was the suffering he endured
For me-each welcome guest may say-
5 Sure there was never love so free-
Well thou mayst claim that heart of me,
L. M. WATTS.
Not ashamed of Christ crucified. 1 AT thy command, O gracious 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 that died; We hope for heavenly crowns above, From a Redeemer crucified.
3 What tho' the world pronounce it shame,
4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
The Unity of the Saints.
1 HOW pleasing to behold and see
2 While here we sit we would implore
Praise to the Redeemer.
1 TO our Redeemer's glorious name,
O may his love each heart inflame,
2 His love, what mortal thought can reach, What mortal tongue display! Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.
3 Let wonder still with love unite,
Thou, Lord, be our supreme delight,
L. M. ANONYMOUS.
Desiring suitable affections at the Lord's table
Life, hope, and joy, to every heart. 449.
8s & 7s. EXETER COLL
1 FROM the table now retiring,
2 His example by beholding,
May our lives his image bear; Him our Lord and Master calling, His commands may we revere. 3 Love to God and man displaying, Walking steadfast in his way,
Joy attend us in believing,
Peace from God through endless day!
The Lord's Day.
1 WE bless thee for this sacred day, Thou, who hast every blessing given, Which sends the dreams of earth away, And yields a glimpse of opening heaven. 2 Rich day of holy thoughtful rest! May we improve thy calm repose, And in God's service truly blessed, Forget the world, its joys and woes. 3 Lord! may thy truth, upon the heart Now fall and dwell, as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start Where once the weeds of error grew. 4 May prayer now lift her sacred wings, Contented with that aim alone
Which bears her to the King of kings,
1 THE work, O Lord, is thine,
2 We hail the glorious day,
With thankful heart and voice,
Since he hath left the grave,
O come the happy hour,
When all the earth shall own
The Son, O God! declared with power,
And worship at thy throne.
That we possess thy word,
Which all this grace displays,
Accept, thou Father of our Lord,
Our sacrifice of praise.
S. M. WATTS.
The Lord's Day welcomed.
1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
2 Jesus himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
3 One day, amid the place
Where our dear God is seen,
4 Our willing souls would stay
Till called to rise, and soar away,
1 WELCOME, delightful morn!
Lord make these moments blest.
And fill his throne of grace;
While saints address thy face:
3 Descend, celestial Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
And bless these sacred hours:
2 We yield our hearts to thee alone, Nor would receive another guest; Eternal King! erect thy throne,
And reign sole monarch in each breast.
3 Oh bid this trifling world retire,
And drive each carnal thought away;
One sinful thought-through all the day.
And join the strains which angels sing.
The rest of the Lord's Day.
1 ANOTHER six days' work is done;
Return, our souls-enjoy your rest;
2 Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies;
And draw from heaven that sweet repose,
3 This heavenly calm within the breast!
4 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
holy duties, let the day
holy pleasures, pass away: w sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend, hope of one that ne'er shall end! 6. C. M. DE COURCY'S COLL. COME, let us join with sweet accord In hymns around the throne: This is the day our rising Lord' Hath made, and called his own.