2 But in thy Son our eyes

behold

A work that all these works excels, More luminous than stars of gold,

A work in which perfection dwells.

3 For round his head with vivid rays
The gems of moral glory shine,
His countenance sublime displays
Devotion's lineaments divine.

4 E'en on the cross, though all his nerves Are pierced with keen affliction's sting, The dignity he still preserves

Of judge, and conqueror, and king.

HYMN XVII. C. M.

Love to Christ.

1 THY mercies, O eternal Sire,
In Christ, thy Son, impart,

The object of my fond desire,

The friend, who fills my heart!

2 I love him, for to do thy will
Is his delightful food,

To honour thee, thy work fulfil,
And bless mankind with good.

3 Whene'er he speaks, my raptured ear To his instruction turns ;

And while his gracious words I hear,
My heart within me burns.

4 But when my dear Redeemer dies, And his last pangs

I see,

My soul with warm affection cries,
My Saviour bleeds for me!

HYMN XVIII. S. M.

1 YES, to that last command,

We will obedient prove,

Around his table we will stand,
In memory of his love.

2 His precious blood he shed

For our unworthy race;

While uttering in the Almighty's stead
His messages of grace.

3 Oh, if our senseless pride
His dying words neglect,
'Tis we who pierce his sacred side,
And all his love reject.

4 Then let us ever keep

This consecrated feast,

Till memory shall have sunk to sleep,
Or life itself have ceased!

HYMN XIX. L. M.

1 WE sing thy mercy, God of love,
That sent the Saviour from above,
To free our race from sin and wo,
And spread thy peace and truth below.

2 We thank thee for the words he brought; We thank thee that he lived and taught Frail and imperfect man to be,

In humble mode, resembling thee.

3 We thank thee for thy gracious care,
That kept those sacred pages fair
Through every age, whose lines record
The deeds and precepts of our Lord.

4 We thank thee for this solemn rite,
By us repeated in thy sight;

O feed our souls with bread divine,
And cheer us with the heavenly wine!

HYMN XX. C. M.

10 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 XXI. L. M.

The dying love of Christ.

1 AMAZING love! that stooped so low,
To view with pity's melting eye
Sinners, whose just desert was wo.
'Amazing love! did Jesus die?

2 He died!-to raise to life and joy
The vile, the guilty, the undone.
O, let his praise our lips employ,
Till hours no more their circles run.

3 He died!-Ye seraphs, let your voice
His last, his dying groan prolong.
He rose !-Let earth, let heaven, rejoice,
And praise him in eternal song.

HYMN XXII. P.M.

1 GREAT God! the covenant now is sealed; The arduous work of love is done.

Thy mercy fully stands revealed,
For thou hast given to us thy Son.