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HYMN 475. L. M. [#]
The Memorial of our absent Lord. 1 Jesus is gone above the sky,
Where our weak senses reach him not;
To thrust our Saviour from our thought. 2 He knows what wandering hearts we have,
How weak our faith and hope might prove; And, to refresh our minds, he gave
This kind memorial of his love. 3 The Lord of life this table spread
With his own flesh and dying blood : We on the rich provision feed,
And taste the wine, and bless our God. 4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,
And earth grow less in our esteem;
And faith and hope be fixed on him.
HYMN 476. 61. L. M. [#]
The Christian's ardent Aspirations. 1 ETERNAL Spirit, Source of light,
Enlivening, consecrating Fire,
Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire;
Come, condescending Spirit, come. 2 In our cold breasts, O strike a spark
Of that pure flame which seraphs feel;
Nor let us wander in the dark,
Or lie benumbed and stupid still. Come, vivifying Spirit, come,
And make our hearts thy constant home. 3 Let pure devotion's fervours rise;
Let every pious passion glow; O let the raptures of the skies
Kindle in our cold hearts below. Come, purifying Spirit
, come, And make our souls thy constant home.
HYMN 477. 8 & 7s. M. 
Desires after Christian Obedience. 1 From the table now retiring,
Which for us the Lord hath spread,
Grow in all things like our Head. 2 His example by beholding,
May our lives his image bear;
His commands may we revere. 3 Love to God and man displaying,
Walking steadfast in his way,
Peace from God, through endless day.
DEDICATIONS AND ORDINATIONS.
HYMN 478. S. P. M. [#]
On opening a Place of Worship.
To hear the public voice,
We'll haste to Zion's hill,
Adorned with wondrous grace,
pray, and praise, and hear
And joy within thee wait,
The man who seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
Peace to this sacred house,
And, since my glorious God
Makes this his blest abode,
HYMN 479. C. M. [#]
Consecration of a Place of Worship.
We bow before thy throne,
And worship thee alone. 2 Wilt thou vouchsafe thy presence here,
And shed propitious rays,
An altar to thy praise ?
The dwelling of thy choice;
The cheerful, thankful voice. 4 Here may the mind, while sunk in woes,
And comfort long delays,
And change its sighs for praise.
Compel her guests to come;
And call the wanderer home. 6 While life eternal all pursue,
Here may the way be shown,
And Christ, thy chosen Son.
HYMN 480. L. M. [#]
Worship acceptable in all Places. 1 0 Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue; 2 Not now on Zion's height alone,
Thy favoured worshipper may dwell;
Sat, weary, by the patriarch's well : 3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer, The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there. 4 In this thy house, whose doors we now
For social worship first unfold,
While circling years on years are rolled. 5 To thee shall age, with snowy hair,
And strength and beauty, bend the knee, And childhood lisp, with reverent air,
Its praises and its prayers to thee. 6 O thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet bards was strung,