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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; And carnal objects court our eye,

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 ; Christ and his love fill every thought,

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, Descend, and with celestial heat

Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire; Our souls refine, our dross consume;

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 & 7. M. [b]

Desires after Christian Obedience. 1 From the table now retiring,

Which for us the Lord hath spread,
May our souls, refreshment finding,

Grow in all things like our Head. 2 His example by beholding,

May our lives his image bear;
Him our Lord and Master calling,

His commands may we revere. 3 Love to God and man displaying,

Walking steadfast in his way,
Joy attend us in believing ;

Peace from God, through endless day. DEDICATIONS AND ORDINATIONS.

HYMN 478. S. P. M. [#]

On opening a Place of Worship.
1 How does my heart rejoice

To hear the public voice,
Come, let us seek our God to-day !

Yes, with a cheerful zeal,

We'll haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honours pay.
2 Zion, thrice happy place!

Adorned with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength enclose thee round;

In thee our souls appear,
To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
3 May peace attend thy gate,

And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest :

The man who seeks thy peace,

And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest.
4 My tongue repeats her vows,

Peace to this sacred house,
For here my friends and brethren dwell;

And, since my glorious God

Makes this his blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.

HYMN 479. C. M. [#]

Consecration of a Place of Worship. 1 GREATEST of beings, Source of good,

We bow before thy throne, Which from eternity hath stood,

And worship thee alone. 2 Wilt thou vouchsafe thy presence here,

And shed propitious rays,
While with united hands we rear

An altar to thy praise ?
3 Here, then, in every heart be found

The dwelling of thy choice;
And here be heard that sweetest sound,

The cheerful, thankful voice. 4 Here may the mind, while sunk in woes,

And comfort long delays,
On Mercy's gentle breast repose,

And change its sighs for praise.
5 May love, with sweet, resistless force,

Compel her guests to come;
Arrest the sinner's downward course,

And call the wanderer home. 6 While life eternal all pursue,

Here may the way be shown,
To know thyself, God only true,

And Christ, thy chosen Son.

HYMN 480. L. M. [#]

Worship acceptable in all Places. 1 O 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; Not where, at sultry noon, thy Son

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,
To thee the suppliant throng shall bow,

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,
To thee, at last, in every clime,
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.

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