HYMN 393. L. M.

'H Thy table furnish'd from above!

OW rich are thy provisions, Lord

The fruits of life o'erspread the board;
The cup o'erflows with heav'nly love.
2 Thine ancient family, the Jews,
Were first invited to the feast:
We humbly take what they refuse,
And Gentiles thy salvation taste.
3 Let the vain world pronounce its shame,
And fling their scandals on thy cause:
We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his cross.
4 With joy we tell the scoffing age:
He, that was dead, hath left the tomb.
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come.

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WE

HYMN 394. L. M.

E praise the Lord for heav'nly bread, With which his favour'd şons are fed; We praise thee for that heav'nly feast, Which Jesus with delight could taste. 2 He, while he sojourn'd here below, Had meat which strangers could not know. That meat he to his people gives; And he, that tastes the banquet, lives. 3 So let us live, sustain'd by grace,

Regal'd with fruits of righteousness.
Enter our hearts, all-gracious Lord!
And sup with us, and deck thy board.
4 Devotion, faith, and zealous love,
And hope that bears the soul above:

Be these our dainties, till we rise,
And taste the joys of paradise.

MY

HYMN 395. L. M.

Y God! and is thy table spread?
And does thy cup with love'o'erflow?

Thither be all thy children led,

And let them all its sweetness know.

20 let thy table honour'd be,

And furnish'd well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see,

That here its sacred pledges tastes.
3 Let crowds approach, with hearts prepar'd;
With warm desire let all attend;
Nor, when we leave our Father's board,
The pleasure or the profit end.

4 Revive thy dying churches, Lord! And bid our drooping graces live; And more that energy afford,

A Saviour's death alone can give.

5 Nor let thy spreading gospel rest,
Till through the world thy truth has run
Till with this bread all men be blest
Who see the light or feel the sun!

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HYMN 396. C. M.

HE promise of my Father's love
Shall stand forever good:"
He said, and gave his soul to death,

And seal'd the grace with blood.
2 To this dear cov'nant of thy word
I set my worthless name;
I seal th' engagement to my Lord,
And make my humble claim.

3 The light, and strength, and pard'ning grace,
And glory, shall be mine;

My life and soul, my heart and flesh,
And all my pow'rs are thine.

4 Sweet is the mem'ry of his name,
Who bless'd us in his will,
And to his testament of love
Made his own life the seal.

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PIT

HYMN 397. C. M.

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

2 We long to see thy churches full,
That all thy faithful race
May, with one voice and heart and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.

XXV.

PARTICULAR OCCASIONS AND CIRCUMSTANCES.

M

1. MORNING.

HYMN 398. L. M.

Y God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new;
And morning mercies from above
Gently descend like early dew.

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours! Thy sov'reign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs. 3 I yield myself to thy command;

To thee devote my nights and days. Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual hymns of praise.

HYMN 399. c. M.

HOSANNAH with a cheerful sound

To God's upholding hand!

Ten thousand snares our path surround,
And yet secure we stand.

2 How wondrous is that mighty pow'r,
Which form'd us with a word!
And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour,
We lean upon the Lord.

3 The ev'ning rests our weary head,
And mercy guards the room.
We wake, and we admire the bed
That was not made our tomb.

4 The rising morn cannot assure,
That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door,
To take our lives away.

5 God is our sun, whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings.
Our feeble frame lies safe at night
Beneath his shady wings.

HYMN 400. C. M.

'LORD of O

ORD of my life! O may thy praise
Employ my noblest pow'rs,

Whose goodness lengthens out my days,
And fills the circling hours!

2 Preserv'd by thine almighty arm,
the shades of night,

I pass

Serene and safe from ev'ry harm,
And see returning light.

3 While many spent the night in sighs,
And restless pains and woes,
In gentle sleep I clos'd mine eyes
And undisturb'd repose.

4 When sleep, death's semblance, o'er me spre
And I unconscious lay;
Thy watchful care was round my bed,
To guard my feeble clay.

5 O let the same almighty care
My waking hours attend;
From ev'ry trespass, ev'ry snare,
My heedless steps defend.

6 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days;
And let thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise.

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HYMN 401. L. M.

N sleep's serene oblivion laid, I safely pass'd the silent night: Again I see the breaking shade, I drink again the morning light. 2 New-born, I bless the waking hour; Once more, with awe, rejoice to be: My conscious soul resumes her pow'r, And springs, my guardian God! to thee. 30 guide me through the various maze, My doubtful feet are doom'd to tread: