DURHAM.

P, M.

20.
BROTHER, thou art gone to rest,

We will not weep for thee;
For thou art now, where oft on earth

Thy spirit long'd to be.
Brother, thou art gone to rest,

Thy toils and cares are o'er ; And sorrow, pain, and suff'ring now,

Shall ne'er distress thee more.
Brother, thou art gone to rest,

Thy sins are all forgiv'n;
And saints in light have welcom’d thee

To share the joys of heav'n.
Brother, thou art gone to rest,

And this shall be our prayerThat when we reach our journey's end

Thy glory we may share. 21.

ST. PAUL's.
BROUGHT to the font with holy care,

And wash'd from nature's shame,
We join the flock of Christ, and bear

The Christian's sacred name.
Blest privilege! but all in vain

Our new and heav'nly birth,
If we the truth of God profane,

And cleave to things of earth.
Lord, since thy holy name we bear,

Like sons would we obey;
Mark thy commands with filial fear,

And keep thy perfect way.
So, Lord, the inward grace impart,

And bless the outward sign;
That love, abiding in our heart,
In all our life may shine.

C. M.

By thine hour of dark despair ;
By thine agony of prayer;
By the purple robe of scorn;
By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn;
Cross and passion, pangs and cries;
By thy perfect sacrifice;
Jesus! look with pitying eye ;
Hear our solemn litany.

By thy last expiring groan;
By the seal'd sepulchral stone ;
By thy triumph o'er the grave;
By thy power from death to save;
Mighty God! ascended Lord!
To thy throne in heaven restor'd;
Prince and Saviour! hear the cry
Of our solemn litany.

23.
HART's.

P. M. (4-7's.)
CHILDREN of the heav'nly King,
As we journey let us sing :
Be our theme the Saviour's praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
We are trav'lling home to God,
In the way our fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
Banish'd once, by sin betray'd,
Christ our advocate was made;
Pardon'd now, no more we roam,
Christ conducts us to our home.

Lord, obedient we would go,
Leaving all we lov'd below;
Only thou our leader be,
Gladly we will follow thee.

TREVERRY,

24.

P. M. (4-7's.)
CHRISTIAN brethren, ere we part,
Let us each with grateful heart,
Once more to our Father raise
Our united hymn of praise.
Here perhaps we meet no more,
But we seek a brighter shore;
Where, above all sin and pain,
Brethren, we shall meet again
To the Triune God of heaven
Love and praise be ever given;
Here, and by his host above,
Endless praise, adoring love.

FARNHAM.

25,

P. M. (4-6's & 2-8's.)
CHRIST left his starry crown,
And laid his robes aside :
On wings of love came down,
And wept, and bled, and died.
The pangs he bore, what tongue can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell.

He burst the grave; he rose
Victorious from the dead ;
And thence his mighty foes

In glorious triumph led :
Up through the sky the Conqu’ror rode,
Triumphant to the throne of God.

He soon again will come,
His chariot will not stay,
And bear his children home

To realms of endless day :
There shall we see his glorious face,
And sing the triumphs of his grace.

SALISBURY,

P. M.

26. CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day; Hallelujah. Our triumphant holiday;

Hal. Who endur'd the cross and grave,

Hal. Sinners to redeem and save.

Hal. Lo! He rises, Mighty King ! Hal. Where, O death! is now thy sting? Hal. Lo! He claims his native sky; Hal. Grave! where is thy victory?

Hal. Sinners ! see your ransom paid,

Hal. Peace with God for ever made ;

Hal. With

your risen Saviour rise ; Hal. Claim with him the purchas’d skies. Hal. Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day;

Hal. Our triumphant holiday :

Hal. Loud the song of triumph raise :

Hal. Sing your great Redeemer's praise. Hal.

27.

ST. PETER.

P. M. (6-8's.)

COME, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
A sacred rest for weary minds;
And gives from heav'n that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it, knows.
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God has blest.

In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away;
Let pray'r and praise together rise,
As grateful incense to the skies.
How sweet a sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end !

28.

ISLINGTON.

L. M.

COME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With light and comfort from above:
Be thou our Guardian, Thou our Guide ;
O’er every thought and step preside.

The light of truth to us display,
And make us know and choose thy way :
Plant holy fear in every heart,
That we from God may ne'er depart.

Lead us to holiness—the road
Which we must take to dwell with God
Lead us to Christ—the living way;
Nor let us from his pastures stray.

Lead us to God-our final rest,
To be with him for ever blest :
Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share-
Fulness of joy for ever there !