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4 The blood that flow'd for sin

In symbol here we see,
And feel the blessèd pledge within,

That we are loved of thee,
5 O, if this glimpse of love

Is so divinely sweet,
What will it be, O Lord, above,

Thy gladdening smile to meet;
6 To see thee face to face,

Thy perfect likeness wear;
And all thy ways of wondrous grace

Through endless years declare.*

392 Ye do shew the Lord's death till he come. [Six 75

1. Cor. xi. 26.
1 TILL he come-O let the words

Linger on the trembling chords;
Let the little while between
In their golden light be seen;
Let us think how heaven and home

Lie beyond that “Till he come.”
2 When the weary ones we love

Enter on their rest above,
Seems the earth so poor and vast,
All our life-joy overcast ?
Hush, be every murmur dumb:

It is only till he come.
3 Clouds and conflicts round us press :

Would we have one sorrow less ?
All the sharpness of the cross,
All that tells the world is loss,
Death, and darkness, and the tomb,

Only whisper “ Till he come."
4 See, the feast of love is spread,

Drink the wine, and break the bread:

Sweet memorials,-till the Lord
Call us round his heavenly board ;
Some from earth, from glory some,
Sever'd only till he come."

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393 We all with open face, beholding as in a glass [8s. 6s. 8s.

the glory of the Lord, are changed into

the sanie image.-2 Cor. iii. 18.
1 LORD, when before thy throne we meet,

Thy goodness to adore,
From heaven, the eternal mercy-seat,

On us thy blessing pour ;
And make our inmost souls to be

An habitation meet for thee.
2 The body for our ransom given,

The blood in mercy shed,
With this immortal food from heaven,

Lord, let our souls be fed ;
And as we round thy table kneel,

Help us thy quickening grace to feel. 3 Be thou, O Holy Spirit, nigh;

Accept the humble prayer,
The contrite soul's repentant sigh,

The sinner's heartfelt tear;
And let our adoration rise,
As fragrant incense, to the skies.


394 Lord, to whom shall we go ? Thou hast the

words of eternal life.--John vi. 68. 1 LORD, to whom except to thee

Shall our wandering spirits go;
Thee whom it is light to see,

And eternal life to know? 2 Awful is that life of thine

Which the Spirit's breath inspires;
And the food must be divine

Which each new-born soul desires.

3 Israel on the heavenly seed

Fed and died in days of yore;
But the souls, that on thee feed,

Never thirst nor hunger more. 4 Lord, to whom except to thee

Shall we go when ills betide ?
Who except thyself can be

Hope and help and strength and guide ? 5 Who can cleanse the soul from sin,

Hear the prayer, and seal the vow?
Who can fill the void within,

Blessèd Saviour, who but thou ? 6 Therefore evermore I'll give

Laud and praise, my God, to thee;
Evermore in thee I live,

Evermore live thou in me.


The Lord is my Shepherd.-Ps. xxiii. 1. [P.M. 1 The King of love my Shepherd is,

Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am his

And he is mine for ever.
2 Where streams of living water flow

My ransom'd soul he leadeth,
And, where the verdant pastures grow,

With food celestial feedeth.
3 Perverse and foolish oft I stray'd,

But yet in love he sought me,
And on his shoulder gently laid,

And home, rejoicing, brought me. 4 In death's dark vale I fear no ill

With thee, dear Lord, beside me ;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,

Thy cross before to guide me.

5 Thoa spread'st a table in my sight;

Thy unction grace bestoweth;
And oh, what transport of delight

From thy pure chalice floweth !
6 And so through all the length of days

Thy goodness faileth never :
Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise

Within thy house for ever.

396 It is the voice of my Beloved that knocketh. [C.M.

Song v. 2.
1 The sun is set, the twilight's o'er,

The night-dews fall like rain :
A Prince stands at a suppliant's door,

And knocks, and knocks again.
2 I slumber; but my heart is moved

With joy and holy fear:
“Is it thy footstep, o beloved,

Thy hand, thy voice, I hear?
3 “'Tis I, thy Lord, who stand and wait

Beneath the darkening sky:
Arise, unbar, unclose the gate,

Fear nothing; it is I.
4 The bread of life is in my hand;

The wine of heaven I bring :
Fulfil my tenderest last command :

Thy Bridegroom is thy King.
5 Eat, drink; and muse in loving trust,

The while I sup with thee,
If this be heaven on earth, what must

My bridal banquet be.

397 Give ear, O Shepherd of Israel, thou that leadest [10s.

Joseph like a flock.-Ps. lxxx. 1. 1 O King of mercy, from thy throne on high

Look down in love, and hear our humble cry.

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2 Thou tender Shepherd of the blood-bought

sheep, Thy feeble wandering flock in safety keep. 3 O gentle Saviour, by thy death we live;

To contrite sinners life eternal give. 4 Thou art the Bread of heaven, on thee we feed;

Be near to help our souls in time of need. 5 Thou art the mourner's stay, the sinner's Friend,

Sweet fount of joy and blessings without end. 6 O come and cheer us with thy heavenly grace,

Reveal the brightness of thy glorious face. 7 In cooling cloud by day, in fire by night,

Be near our steps, and make our darkness light. 8 Go where we go, abide where we abide, In life, in death, our comfort, strength, and

Guide. 9 O lead us daily with thine eye of love,

And bring us safely to our home above.

Holy Baptism.




398 As long as he liveth he shall be lent to the

Lord.—1 Sam. i. 28.
1 God of that glorious gift of grace

By which thy people seek thy face,
When in thy presence we appear,

Vouchsafe us faith to venture near. 2 Confiding in thy truth alone,

Here, on the steps of Jesus' throne,
We lay the treasure thou hast given,
To be received and rear'd for heaven.

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