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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-
God. 4 The Father of eternal light
Shall there his beams display;
With that unclouded day.
Shall swell into mine eyes;
Amid those brighter skies.
Shall in one song unite;
Peace to the troubled Spirit.
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.
Where angel-hosts reside,
Is never known to hide :
No clouds, obscure the flame:
And feel its heavenly heat,
Joyful we'd take our flight
To some celestial seat;
HYMN 466. L. M. 
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;
The love of your departed Friend. 4 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate;
We show thy death, we sing thy name,
The marriage-supper of the Lamb.
HYMN 467. L. M. 
A View of the Cross.
On which the Prince of glory died,
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;
And all the globe is dead to me.
That were a present far too small;
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
HYMN 468. C. M. 
Which we to thee have given,
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.
From all corruption free,
Our powers, our wills to thee.
To smooth our passage through, Wilt thou, on this thy holy day,
For us this scene renew.
HYMN 469. L. M. 
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,