911. C. M. 1. BEHOLD, the mountain of the Lord, 2. To this the joyful nations round, 3. The beams that shine on Zion's hill The King who reigns in Salem's towers' 4. No longer hosts encountering hosts, 5. Come, then-oh come from every land, 912. C. M. 1. THE Lord of glory is my light, And my salvation too; LOGAN. God is my strength, nor will I fear 2. One privilege my heart desires; 3. There shall I offer my requests, And there inquire Thy will. 4. When troubles rise, and storms appear, 5. Now shall my head be lifted high 913. C. M. WATTS. 1. O WHERE are kings and empires now Of old that went and came? But Holy Church is praying yet, 1. THERE is a little lonely fold, 2. By evil beast, or burning sky, 3. For if, unheeding or beguiled, 4. Oh, gentle Shepherd, still behold DUNDEE. C. M. 1. How sweet and aw - ful is the place, With Christ with - in the doors; 2. While all our hearts, and all our songs, Join to admire the feast, Each of us cries, with thankful tongues,- 3. "Why was I made to hear Thy voice, 4. 'Twas the same love that spread the feast, That sweetly drew us in; Else we had still refused to taste, 5. Pity the nations, O our God! Constrain the earth to come; Send Thy victorious word abroad, 917. C. M. WATTS. 1. Ir human kindness meets return, 2. O, shall not warmer accents tell To Him, who died, our fears to quell- 3. While yet in anguish He surveyed 4. Remember Thee-Thy death, Thy shame, Our sinful hearts to share ! O memory! leave no other name 918. C. M. 1. LORD, may the spirit of this feastThe earnest of Thy loveMaintain a dwelling in our breast, Until we meet above. 2. The healing sense of pardoned sin, The hope that never tires, NOEL. The strength a pilgrim's race to win, 3. Still may their light our duties trace 5. Forget us not,-when on the bed 6. Forget not,-Thou who bore the woo Of Calvary's fatal tree,— Those who within these courts below MRS. SIGOURNEY. DAVID. 8s & 7s. Or 7s. 4 turies have fled Since our Saviour broke the bread, cred feast or - dained, Ever by His church re-tained: } 1. MANY centuries have fled Since our Saviour broke the bread, 2. Through the church's long eclipse, 3. All who bear the Saviour's name, 4. Come, the blessed emblems share, Then He closed, in solemn order, 4. To the everlasting Father, Through the Son who reigns on high, 921. C. M.* BREVIARY. 1. How condescending and how kind Our misery reached His heavenly mind, 2. He sunk beneath our heavy woes, 4. Now, though He reigns exalted high, His love is still as great; Well He remembers Calvary, 5. Here let our hearts begin to melt, • Sung to Dundee. WATTS. EUCHARIST. L. M. From the Dulcimer. 1. O, happy day that fixed my choice On Thee, my Saviour, and my God! 2. O, happy bond that seals my vows 3. 'T is done the great transaction 's done; Charmed to confess the voice divine. 4. Now rest, my long-divided heart! Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; Till, in life's latest hour, I bow, 923. L. M. DODDRIDGE. 1. JESUS, the sinner's Friend, to Thee, Lost and undone, for aid I flee; Weary of earth, myself, and sin, Open Thine arms and take me in. 2. Pity and save my sin-sick soul, 'Tis Thou alone canst make me whole; Dark, till in me Thine image shine, And lost I am till Thou art mine. 3. At length I own it can not be, That I should fit myself for Thee, Here now to Thee I all resign, Thine is the work, and only Thine. 4. What shall I say Thy grace to move? Lord, I am sin, but Thou art love; I give up every plea beside,Lord, I am lost, but Thou hast died. 924. L. M. 1. THIS child we dedicate to Thee, Shield it from sin and threatening wrong, 2. O may Thy Spirit gently draw WEST BOSTON COLL 925. II. M. 1. DEAR Saviour, if these lambs should stray O let them ne'er forgotten be; Which made them consecrate to Thee. 4. And when these lips no more can pray, These eyes can weep for them no more, Turn Thou their feet from folly's way; The wand'rers to Thy fold restore. 1. By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, 2. Lo! such the child, whose early feet Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 3. By cool Siloam's shady rill The rose, that blooms beneath the hill, 4. And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 5. O Thou, who givest life and breath, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, 927. C. M. HEBER. 1. O SAY not, think not, heavenly notes 2. Was not our Lord, a little child, 3. And though some tones be weak and low, What are all prayers beneath, But cries of babes, that can not know Half the deep thought they breathe? 4. In His own words we Christ adore; But angels, as we speak, Higher above our meaning soar, Than we o'er children weak. 928. C. M. KEBLE 1. SEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand, 2. "Permit them to approach," he cries, It was to bless such souls as these 3. We bring them, Lord, in thankful bands, And yield them up to Thee; Joyful that we ourselves are Thine, DODDRIDGE. |