3 Now with his saints I choose my part,
With them I come a welcome guest;
Here rest, my once divided heart!
In Him thy blissful portion rest.
4 High heav'n that heard the solemn vow,
That vow renew'd shall daily hear,
Till, call'd at last from all below,
I bless in death a bond so dear.

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The Lord's Supper.
HYMN CXIV. L. M.

MY Y God, and is thy table spread,

And doth thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all thy children led,
And let them all thy goodness know.
2 Hail, sacred feast which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood!
Thrice happy he who here partakes,
That sacred stream, that heav'nly food.
3 Let crowds approach with hearts prepar'd,
With hearts inflam'd 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 blood alone can give.

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Ember Week.

HYMN CXV. L. M.

POUR down thy Spirit from on high,

Lord, thine appointed servants bless,

Thy promis'd power to each supply,
And clothe thy priests with righteousness.

2 Wisdom and zeal and faith impart, Firmness and meekness from above, To bear thy people in their heart,

And love the souls whom Thou dost love. 3 To watch and pray, and never faint, By day and night their guard to keep, To warn the sinner, cheer the saint, Protect thy lambs and feed thy sheep. 4 And when their work is finish'd here, Let them in hope their charge resign, Before the throne with joy appear, And there with endless glory shine.

Miscellaneous Hymns.

HYMN CXVI. L. M.

THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord,
In every star thy wisdom shines;

But when our eyes behold thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.

2 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand;
So when thy truth began its race
It touch'd and glanc'd on every land.

3 Nor shall thy spreading Gospel rest
Till through the world thy truth has run,
Till Christ has all the nations blest
That see the light or feel the sun.

4 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Bless the dark world with heav'nly light;
Thy Gospel makes the simple wise,
Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.

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SALVATION! O the joyful sound!
"Tis pleasure to our ears,

A sov'reign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin,

In death's dark gloom we lay;
But we arise by grace divine
To see a heav'nly day.

3 Salvation! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

HYMN CXVIII. L. M.

GREAT God, whose universal sway

The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to thy Son, Extend his power, exalt his throne. 2 As rain on meadows newly mown, So shall He send his Spirit down; His grace on fainting souls distils, Like heav'nly dew on thirsty hills. 3 The heathen lands that lie beneath The shades of overspreading death, Revive at his first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight. 4 The saints shall flourish in his days, Dress'd in the robes of joy and praise; Peace like a river from his throne Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

C. M.

HYMN CXIX.

GOD moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread,
With mercy teem, and soon shall break
In blessings on your head.

3 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for his grace,
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

4 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding ev'ry hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

5 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

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HYMN CXX. C.M.

HERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;

Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never with'ring flow'rs;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the spreading flood
Stand dress'd in living green,

So to the Jews old Canaan stood
While Jordan roll'd between.

4 O! could we all our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes.

5 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.

HYMN CXXI. C. M.

1 FROM Calvary's cross a fountain flows

Of water and of blood,
More healing than Bethesda's pool,
Or fam'd Siloam's flood.

2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day,

And we would there, defil'd as he,

Wash all our sins

away.

3 Atoning Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd to sin no more.

4 O then in nobler, sweeter songs
We'll sing thy power to save,

When these poor lisping stammering tongues Lie silent in the grave.