ANONYMOUS.

495. L. M.

[1 Cor. xv. 24-29.]

1.

THEN comes the end; when Christ hath given The kingdom and the power to God: When through the range of earth and heaven No creature dares resist his nod.

2.

Till then, supreme the Son shall reign,
Reign, till the appointed work is done,
Till death, the latest foe, is slain,

And every power subdued, save one:

3.

Then to that one, his Father, God,
The Son himself shall prostrate fall,
Resign the sceptre and the rod,
And God at length be "all in all."

4.

O glorious time! whene'er our eyes
Repining mark its long delay,

"To me," the word of God replies,
"A thousand years is but a day."

496. P. M. JOHN TAYLOR.
Religious consolation.

1.

Toss'D with restless agitation,
Torn by wild distemper'd care;
Life still ruffled by vexation,
Death, dread object of my fear,-
Let my humble, deep devotion,
Lord. reach thine ear.

2.

Heavenly hope and consolation
Chase the terrors of the soul;
Whilst the page of revelation
Does my trembling fear control:
Light of heaven-lent to emblazon
This life's dark scroll.

3.

Thoughts, beyond the tomb still ranging,
Cheer the consecrated hour,
Gloomy doubt to calmness changing,
Victim of distrust no more:
Truth eternal!-Hope inspiring!
I feel thy power.

4.

O! these thoughts divine possessing,
With mortality in view,

To the goal cœlestial pressing,
Still its shining path pursue:
Bliss immortal! sacred promise!
And God is true.*

*This hymn was composed for and adapted to the air No. 6, in Jowett's Muse Solitaria, Peculiar Measure.

1.

O GOD, accept the sacred hour

Which we to thee have given;
And let this hallow'd 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 hath 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!

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498. C. M.

For the Lord's supper.

[Neither pray I for these alone.
John xvii. 20.]

1.

"O, not for these alone I pray,"

The dying Saviour said;
Though on his breast that moment lay
The loved disciple's head.

2.

Though to his eye that moment sprung
The kind, the pitying tear
For those that eager round him hung,
His words of love to hear.

3.

No, not for them alone he pray'd,-
For all of mortal race,

Whene'er their fervent prayer is made,
Where'er their dwelling place.

4.

Sweet is the thought, when here we meet,
His feast of love to share ;

And mid the toils of life, how sweet
The memory of his prayer!

5.

O, ne'er in souls that seek his face
Let harsher passions reign,

To tell the unbelieving race
The Saviour pray'd in vain.

499. S. M.

For the Lord's Supper.

1.

BEHOLD with what a love The Saviour of our race Surveys his followers, and above Prepares their dwelling place!

2.

Behold, e'en here below

For them his board is spread; And memory's eye beholds him now, "The living, who was dead!"

3.

O come not near their gate, My soul, whose slothful tongues Unwilling move to celebrate The Saviour in their songs!

4.

Ours be that homage sweet, Drawn from devoted minds, Which rises to the mercy-seat And there acceptance finds.

500. L. M.

For the Lord's supper.

1.

HERE, Lord, when at thy table met,
Our good and evil we survey,

O leave us not to vain regret
For precious moments pass'd away.