HYMN 216.

(L. M. MARTIN'S LANE.)

For the Sacrament.

1 LORD Jesus! is thy table spread? And does thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all thy children led, And let them all thy bounty know. 2 Hail, sacred feast! which Jesus makes, Rich banquet of his flesh and blood; Thrice happy he, who here partakes This sacred stream, that heavenly food. 3 Lord! let thy table honour'd be, And furnish'd well with joyful guests; May every soul salvation see,

Who here its sacred pledges tastes.

4 Let crowds approach with hearts sincere;
With hearts inflamed let all attend;
And, having felt thy presence here,
Let not the joy, or profit end.
5 Revive thy dying churches, Lord!
Bid all our drooping graces live,
And more that energy afford,
A Saviour's blood alone can give.

HYMN 217.

(s. M. SHIRLAND.)

For spiritual illumination and strength.

1 COME, Holy Spirit come:

Let thy bright beams arise: Dispel the sorrow from our minds, The darkness from our eyes.

2 Convince us of our sin;
And lead us to the Lord,
And to our wondering view reveal
The mercies of thy word.

3 Revive our drooping faith,

Our doubts and fears remove;
And kindle in our breasts the flame
Of everlasting love.

4 Dwell Thou within our breast,
Our minds from bondage free;
So shall we know and praise and love
The Father, Son, and Thee.

HYMN 218.

(L. M. HONITON.)

Life the season for Christian exertion.

1 AWAKE, my zeal, awake, my love,
To serve my Saviour here below,
In works, which perfect saints above,
And holy angels cannot do.

2 Awake, my charity, to feed

The hungry soul, and clothe the poor;
In heaven are found no sons of need,
There all these duties are no more.

3 Subdue thy passions, O my soul!
Maintain the fight, thy work pursue;
Daily thy rising sins control,
And be thy victories ever new.

4 The land of triumph lies on high,

The land where foes no more shall rage;

Lord! may I conquer till I die,
And all the glorious warfare wage.
5 Let every passing hour confess
I gain thy Gospel fresh renown;
And when my life and labours cease,
May I obtain the glorious crown!
HYMN 219.

(C. M. EGYPT.)

Man's redemption draweth nigh.

1 SERVANTS of God! awake, arise,
And lift your voice on high;
Adore and praise that sovereign love
Which speaks salvation nigh.

2 Swift on the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near:
Then welcome each declining day,
And each revolving year.

A few more months their rounds shall run,
A few more mornings rise,

Ere all its glories stand reveal'd

To our admiring eyes.

4 Ye wheels of nature! speed your course; Ye mortal powers decay!

Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

(L. M.

HYMN 220.

NEW SABBATH.)

For the Sabbath.

1 LORD of the Sabbath! hear our vows,

On this thy day, in this thy house;

And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from thy temple rise. 2 Now met to pray, and bless thy name, Whose mercies flow each day the same, Whose kind compassions never cease, We seek instruction, pardon, peace. 3 These earthly Sabbaths, Lord! we love; But there's a better rest above; To that our restless souls aspire, With ardent hope and strong desire. 4 O long expected day, begin!

Dawn on this world of woe and sin:
So would we leave this weary road,
To find an endless rest in God.

HYMN 221.
(L. M. RANDALL.)

For the evening of the Sabbath.

1 LORD of the Sabbath! 'tis thy day:
Now at its close thy grace display;
Assembled in thy sacred name,
Lo! two or three thy promise claim.
2 Thanks for thy house of prayer, O Lord!
Thanks for thy day, and for thy word:
For all the means which Thou hast given
Of knowing Thee, and gaining heaven.
3 What cause for shame each Sabbath brings!
Pollution stains our holiest things;

Our prayers and praise have nothing good;
They need the cleansing of thy blood.

4 The Sabbath ended, now we seek
Thy blessing on us through the week;
Let all its days with Thee begin;
That each may prove a rest from sin.
5 Lord of the Sabbath! 'tis thy day:
Let sinners feel and own thy sway;
The banner of the cross unfurl'd,
Thine empire spread through all the world.
HYMN 222.

(C. M. PLEYEL.)

The suitableness of the Gospel to sinners.

1 FATHER of mercies! in thy word
What endless glory shines!
For ever be thy name adored
For these celestial lines.

2 Here springs of consolation rise,
To cheer the fainting mind;
The needy souls receive supplies,
And sweet refreshment find.

3 When guilt and terror, pain and grief,
United, rend the heart,

And conscience turns from all relief
That human aids impart;

4 Then the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around;
And bids the mourner's heart rejoice,
Charm'd with the blissful sound.

5 Divine Instructor! Gracious Lord!
Be Thou for ever near;

Teach us to love thy sacred word,
And find our Saviour there.

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