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C. M. Grateful remembrance of Christ's death.
Song of Sol. i, 4. 1 Cor. xi, 23-25.
And owns the grateful tie;
To feel a friend is nigh;
The gratitude we owe
Our more than orphan's woe?
Those pangs He would not flee,
“ Meet, and remember Me." 4 Remember Thee! thy death, thy shame,
Our sinful hearts to share!
But his recorded there!
L.M. Welcoming new Communicants.
Gen, xxiv, 31.
Enter in Jesu's precious name;
2. Those joys which earth can not afford
We hope in fellowship to prove,
Together bound in mutual love.
We'll make our joys and sorrows known,
And count a brother's cares our own. 4 Once more our welcome we repeat,
Receive assurance of our love;
1 Our Helper, God ! we bless thy name,
Whose power and grace are still the same; The tokens of thy friendly care
Commence, and crown, and close the year. 2 Amidst ten thousand snares we stand,
Supported by thy guardian hand;
3 Thus far thine arm hath led us on;
Thus far we make thy mercy known;
New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 Our grateful souls, on Jordan's shore,
Would raise one sacred anthem more;
Unceasing strains of grateful love. 359
And humbly own to Thee,
What dying worms are we!
As months and days increase;
Leaves but the number less.]
The breath that first it gave;
We're travelling to the grave.
Hang everlasting things!
Upon life's feeble strings !
5 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on every breath;
Upon the brink of death!
To walk this dang’rous road;
May they be found with God!
L. M. The current of time gliding onwards to eternity.
Job xiv, 10-12. Ps. xc, 4-6. Eph. v, 16. 1 God of eternity! from Thee
Did infant time his being draw;
Revolve by thine unvaried law.
Steady and strong the current flows;
3 With it the thoughtless sons of men
Before the rapid stream are borne
4 Yet, while the shore on either side
Presents a gaudy, flatt'ring show,
Nor think to what a world we go.
To know the price of erery hour,
Rom. xii, 11-14. 1 Pet. iv, 7.
And lift your voices high!
Which brings salvation nigh!
Each moment brings it near;
Gladly each closing year.
Few future mornings rise,
To our admiring eyes,