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 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. Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire; 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; Kindle in our cold hearts below. HYMN 477. 8 & 7s. M. [b] Desires after Christian Obedience. 1 FROM the table now retiring, 2 His example by beholding, May our lives his image bear; 3 Love to God and man displaying, 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 2 Zion, thrice happy place! And walls of strength enclose thee round; To pray, and praise, and hear 3 May peace attend thy gate, 4 My tongue repeats her vows, For here my friends and brethren dwell; Makes this his blest abode, HYMN 479. C. M. [#] Consecration of a Place of Worship. 1 GREATEST of beings, Source of good, 2 Wilt thou vouchsafe thy presence here, And shed propitious rays, While with united hands we rear 3 Here, then, in every heart be found And here be heard that sweetest sound, 4 Here may the mind, while sunk in woes, And comfort long delays, On Mercy's gentle breast repose, 5 May love, with sweet, resistless force, 6 While life eternal all pursue, HYMN 480. L. M. [#] Worship acceptable in all Places. 10 THOU, to whom, in ancient time, The grateful song, the fervent prayer, 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, 6 O thou, to whom, in ancient time, |