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3 He left His radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss, And came to earth to bleed and die!
Was ever love like this?
4 Dear LORD! while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to Thee,
• The SAVIOUR died for me.
5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme
Fill ev'ry heart and tongue,
And join the sacred song!
Prayer for full Attendunce.
1 My God! and is Thy table spread?
And doth Thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them all Thy sweetness know. 2 Hail, sacred feast! which Jesus makes ;
Rich banquet of His flesh and blood: Thrice happy he who here partakes
That precious stream, that heav'nly food I 3 Let crowds approach with holy zeal,
By faith and penitence prepar'd; Then as our lips the pledges feel,
Salvation by our souls be shar'd!
4 Drawn by Thy quick’ning grace, O LORD!
The thronging numbers shall have room, And gather from their FATHER's board
The bread, that lives beyond the tomb. 5 Nor let Thy spreading glory rest,
Till through the world Thy truth has run; Till with this bread all men are blest,
Who see the day, or feel the sun.
Spring. 1 BEHOLD! long wish’d-for spring is come,
How alter'd is the scene ! The trees and sbrubs are dress'd in bloom,
The earth array'd in green.
Beauteous around us spring;
Invite our hearts to sing.
Oppress'd with sin and doubt; I feel 'tis winter still within,
Though all is spring without.
4 O! would my SAVIOUR, from on high,
Break through these clouds and shine, No creature then more blest than I,
No song more loud than mine. 5 LORD, let Thy Word my hopes revive,
And overcome my
And blossom like the rose!
1 To praise the bounteous LORD of all,
My soul-! wake all thy pow'rs:
The smiling harvest hours.
My tongue His goodness sing:
And harvest crowns the spring.
The waving yellow crop;
And sow again in hope. 4 Thus teach me, gracious God! to sow
The seeds of righteousness;
The ripening harvest bless.
Shall reap a glorious crop;
What I have sown in hope.
I SEE how the little toiling ant
Improves the harvest hours ! While summer lasts, through all her cells
The choicest stote she pours.
But youth of life's the prime:
And this th' accepted time.
To-morrow,' folly cries:
To-day the sinner dies. 4 When conscience speaks, it's voice regard,
And seize the fleeting hour;
And GOD will give the pow'r.
Encircling nature round:
Late with gay verdure crown'd!
And light and warmth depart;
An emblem of my heart.
3 My heart, where mental winter reigns,
In night's dark mantle clad,
How desolate and sad!
4 Return, O blissful sun, and bring
The soul-reviving ray:
This darkness cheerful day.
5 O happy state, divine abode,
Where spring eternal reigns,
Fills all the heav'nly plains !
6 Great Source of Light! Thy beams display,
My drooping joys restore,
Where winter frowns no more.
End of the Year.
1 SING to the great JEHOVAH's praise!
All praise to Him belongs,
Demands our choicest songs : 2 Whose providence has brought us through
Another various year:
Before our God appear.,