595 7s M. Benediction. J. NEWTON. 1 NOW may He who from the dead 2 May he teach us to fulfil What is pleasing in his sight, Perfect us in all his will, And preserve us day and night. 596 C. M. Doxology. ESTLIN. 1 THOU art the first, and thou the last; The Almighty God, who was, and is, 2 To thee let every tongue be praise, 597 C. M. DODDRIDGE. Christ's Regard to little Children. 1 SEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand With all-engaging charms; Hark! how he calls the tender lambs, 2 "Permit them to approach," he cries, For 'twas to bless such souls as these, 3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, 4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear; 5 If orphans they are left behind, That care shall heal our bleeding hearts, 598 S. M. PARADISE ST. COL. Children devoted to God. 1 LORD, what our ears have heard, Thy love in long succession shown 2 Our children dost thou claim, And mark them out for thine; 3 Thee let the fathers own, And thee the sons adore; Joined to the Lord in solemn vows, 4 Thy covenant may they keep, 599 L. M. SCOTCH PARAPHRASES. The Lord's Supper instituted. Matt. xxvi. 26-29. 1 'TWAS on that night, when, doomed to know The eager rage of every foe, That night in which he was betrayed, 2 And, after thanks and glory given To Him that rules in earth and heaven, 3 "My broken body thus I give 5 "My blood I thus pour forth," he cries, And Heaven's eternal grace revealed. 6 "With love to man this cup is fraught; The Memorial of our absent Lord. 1 JESUS is gone above the skies, WATTS. Where our weak senses reach him not; And carnal objects court our eyes, To thrust our Savior from our thought. 2 He knows what wandering hearts we have, 3 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. 4 While he is absent from our sight, 'Tis to prepare our souls a place, That we may dwell in heavenly light, And live forever near his face. 601 C. M. MONTGOMERY. "This do in Remembrance of me." 1 ACCORDING to thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord,— I will remember thee. 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be ; And thus remember thee. 3 Gethsemane can I forget, 4 When to the cross I turn my eyes, O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice, 5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, 6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee, When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, A Communion Hymn. 1 HERE, in the broken bread, FURNESS. 2 Yes, that our souls might live, 3 0 thou who didst allow Thy Son to suffer thus, Father, what more couldst thou have done |