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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.

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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.

395

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;

1
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.

"I ACKNOWLEDGE ONE BAPTISM FOR THE REMISSION

OF SINS.”

[L.M.

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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