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. [b]

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. [b]

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.

C. M. [b]

HYMN 468. C. M.

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. [b]

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.