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 returu, 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,

1

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.

HYMN 468. C. M. [b]

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.

HYMN 470. S. M. [#]

Communion with God and Christ.

1 My heavenly Father calls,

And Christ invites ine near;
With both my friendship shall be sweet,
And my communion dear.

2 God pities all my griefs;
He pardons every day;
Almighty to protect my soul,
And wise to guide my way.

3 Jesus, my living Head,
I bless thy faithful care;
My Advocate before the throne,
And my Forerunner there.

4 Here fix my roving heart;
Here wait my warmest love,
Till the communion be complete,
In nobler scenes above.

HYMN 471. L. M. [#]

Loving Kindness of the Saviour.

1 AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise;
He justly claims a song from me;
His loving kindness, O how free!

2 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,
Though earth and sin, my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along;
His loving kindness, O how strong!