HYMN 463. C. M. [# or b]

The Christian's Farewell. 1 YE golden lamps of heaven, farewell,

With all your feeble light; Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,

Pale empress of the night. 2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,

In brighter flames arrayed ; My soul, which springs beyond thy sphere,

No more demands thine aid. 3 Ye stars are but the shining dust

Of my divine abode-
The pavement of those heavenly courts,
Where I shall see my

God. 4 The Father of eternal light

Shall there his beams display;
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix

With that unclouded day.
5 No more the drops of piercing grief

Shall swell into mine eyes;
No more the noon-day sun decline

Amid those brighter skies.
6 There all the millions of his saints

Shall in one song unite;
And each the bliss of all shall share
With infinite delight.
HYMN 464. L. M. [#]

Peace to the troubled Spirit.
1 SEE, from the ark, the mystic dove
On flying pinions takes her way,

Through distant regions prone to move,

And view the wonders of the day. 2 Lo, she returns, and seeks her rest,

And brings the olive-branch of peace; Thus are the cheerless mourners blest,

The tidings all their hopes increase. 3 Thus does the spirit's witness show A source of love, a fount of

grace; A Saviour's goodness makes us know,

And points to God, our Righteousness. 4 Celestial messenger of joy,

Speed on thy way to this sad heart; Bring with thee peace without alloy,

And never from my soul depart.

HYMN 465. H. M. [#]

Sun of Heaven.
1 In yon blest world above,

Where angel-hosts reside,
The Sun of truth and love

Is never known to hide :
Its sacred heat forever glows;
Divinely sweet to all it flows.
2 Its all-attracting light
Forever flows the

same ;
No darkness there, or night,

No clouds, obscure the flame:
One endless day will constant shine,
And every ray is light divine.
3 O, could we see this light,

And feel its heavenly heat,

Joyful we'd take our flight

To some celestial seat;
With angels sit, and sing away,
At Jesus' feet, an endless day.

COMMUNION.

HYMN 466. L. M. [6]

The Lord's Supper. 1 'Twas on that dark, eventful night,

When all the powers of earth arose Against the Son of God's delight,

And friends betrayed him to his foes; 2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and blessed, and brake; What love through all his actions ran!

What wondrous words of grace he spake! 3 In memory of your dying Lord,

Do this, he said, till time shall end;
Meet at my table, and record

The love of your departed Friend. 4 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate;

We show thy death, we sing thy name,
Till thou return, and we shall eat

The marriage-supper of the Lamb.

HYMN 467. L. M. [6]

A View of the Cross.
1 When I survey the wondrous cross

On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my Lord; All the vain things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?

Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 His dying crimson, like a robe,

Spread o'er his body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,

And all the globe is dead to me.
5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

HYMN 468. C. M. [6]

Communion Hymn.
1 O GOD, accept the sacred hour

Which we to thee have given,
And let this hallowed 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 has 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.

HYMN 469. L. M. [6]

Not ashamed of Christ crucified. 1 At thy command, our dearest Lord,

Here we attend thy dying feast; Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board,

And thine own flesh feeds every guest. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,

And trusts for life in One who died; We hope for heavenly crowns above,

From a Redeemer crucified. 3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,

And heap their scandals on the cause ; We come to boast our Saviour's name,

And make our triumphs in his cross. 4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,

He that was dead has left his tomb; He lives above their utmost rage,

And we are waiting till he come,