1. O WHERE are kings and empires now Of old that went and came?

But Holy Church is praying yet,
A thousand years the same.

2. Mark ye her holy battlements,
And her foundations strong;
And hear within, the solemn voice,
And her unending song.

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1. THERE is a little lonely fold,
Whose flock One Shepherd keeps,
Through summer's heat and winter's cold.
With eye that never sleeps.

2. By evil beast, or burning sky,
Or damp of midnight air,
Not one in all that flock shall die
Beneath that Shepherd's care.
3. For if, unheeding or beguiled,
In danger's path they roam,
His pity follows through the wild,
And guards them safely home.

4. Oh, gentle Shepherd, still behold
Thy helpless charge in me;
And take a wanderer to Thy fold,
That trembling turns to Thee.
LITCHFIELD'S COLL.

DUNDEE. C. M.

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1. MANY centuries have fled

Since our Saviour broke the bread,
And this sacred feast ordain'd,
Ever by His church retain'd:
Those His body who discern,
Thus shall meet till His return.

2. Through the church's long eclipse,
When, from priest or pastor's lips,
Truth divine was never heard,—
"Mid the famine of the word,
Still these symbols witness gave
To His love who died to save.

3. All who bear the Saviour's name,
Here their common faith proclaim;
Though diverse in tongue or rite,
Here, one body we unite;
Breaking thus one mystic bread,
Members of one common head.

4. Come, the blessed emblems share,
Which the Saviour's death declare;
Come, on truth immortal feed;
For His flesh is meat indeed:
Saviour! witness with the sign,
That our ransomed souls are Thine.

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CONDER.

1. On the night of that last supper, Seated with His chosen band, Christ, as food to all His brethren, Gives Himself with His own hand.

2. He, as man with man conversing, Staid the seeds of truth to sow; • Omit repeat.

Then He closed, in solemn order,
Wondrously, His life of woe.
3. Lo! o'er ancient forms departing,
Newer rites of grace prevail;
Faith for all defects supplying,
Where the feeble senses fail.

4. To the everlasting Father,

Through the Son who reigns on high,
Be salvation, honor, blessing,
Might, and endless majesty.

921. C. M.*

BREVIARY.

1. How condescending and how kind
Was God's eternal Son!

Our misery reached His heavenly mind,
And pity brought Him down.

2. He sunk beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to His throne;
There's ne'er a gift His hand bestows,
But cost His heart a groan.

3. This was compassion, like a God,
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was His blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

4. Now, though He reigns exalted high, His love is still as great;

Well He remembers Calvary,
Nor lets His saints forget.

5. Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we His death record,

And, with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

• Sung to Dundee.

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EUCHARIST. L. M.

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2. O, happy bond that seals my vows
To Him who merits all my love!
Let cheerful anthems fill the house,
While to His altar now I move.

3. T is done the great transaction 's done;
I am my Lord's, and He is mine;
He drew me, and I followed on,

Charmed to confess the voice divine. 4. Now rest, my long-divided heart!

Fixed on this blissful centre, rest;
Here have I found a nobler part,
Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.
5. High Heaven, that hears the solemn vow,
That vow renewed, shall daily hear;

Till, in life's latest hour, I bow,
And bless in death a bond so dear.
DODDRIDGE.

923. L. M.

1. JESUS, the sinner's Friend, to Thee, Lost and undone, for aid I flee; Weary of earth, myself, and sin, Open Thine arms and take me in. 2. Pity and save my sin-sick soul, 'Tis Thou alone canst make me whole; Dark, till in me Thine image shine, And lost I am till Thou art mine. 3. At length I own it can not be, That I should fit myself for Thee, Here now to Thee I all resign, Thine is the work, and only Thine. 4. What shall I say Thy grace to move? Lord, I am sin, but Thou art love; I give up every plea beside,Lord, I am lost, but Thou hast died.

1. THIS child we dedicate to Thee,
O God of grace and purity!
Shield it from sin and threatening wrong,
And let Thy love its life prolong.

2. O may Thy Spirit gently draw
Its willing soul to keep Thy law;
May virtue, piety, and truth,
Dawn even with its dawning youth.
3. We, too, before Thy gracious sight,
Once shared the blest baptismal rite,
And would renew its solemn vow
With love, and thanks, and praises, now.
4. Grant that, with true and faithful heart,
We still may act the Christian's part,
Cheered by each promise thou hast given,
And laboring for the prize in heaven.

WEST BOSTON COLL.

925. H. M.

1. DEAR Saviour, if these lambs should stray
From Thy secure inclosure's bound,
And, lured by worldly joys away,
Among the thoughtless crowd be found;
2. Remember still that they are Thine,
That Thy dear sacred name they bear;
Think that the seal of love divine,
The sign of covenant grace they wear.
3. In all their erring, sinful years,
O let them ne'er forgotten be;
Remember all the prayers and tears
Which made them consecrate to Thee.
4. And when these lips no more can pray,
These eyes can weep for them no more,
Turn Thou their feet from folly's way;
The wand'rers to Thy fold restore.

1. By cool Siloam's shady rill
How fair the lily grows!

How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon's dewy rose!

2. Lo! such the child, whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.

3. By cool Siloam's shady rill
The lily must decay;

The rose, that blooms beneath the hill,
Must shortly fade away.

4. And soon, too soon, the wintry hour

Of man's maturer age

Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passion's rage.

5. O Thou, who givest life and breath,
We seek Thy grace alone,

In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still Thine own.

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HEBER.

1. O SAY not, think not, heavenly notes
To childish ears are vain;
That the young mind at random floats,
And can not reach the strain.

2. Was not our Lord, a little child,
Taught by degrees to pray,
By father dear, and mother mild,
Instructed day by day?

3. And though some tones be weak and low, What are all prayers beneath,

But cries of babes, that can not know Half the deep thought they breathe? 4. In His own words we Christ adore; But angels, as we speak, Higher above our meaning soar, Than we o'er children weak.