8 From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast,

[host, Through gates of pearl streams in the countless Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

W. W. HOW. 1867.

1200 There shall be no night there. -Rev. 21. 25. 1 THERE is no night in heaven;

In that blest world above
Work never can bring weariness,

For work itself is love.

2 There is no grief in heaven;

For life is one glad day:
And tears are of those former things

Which all have passed away. 3 There is no sin in heaven;

Behold that blessed throng-
All holy is their spotless robe,

All holy is their song!
4 There is no death in heaven;

For they who gain that shore
Have won their immortality,

And they can die no more.
5 Lord Jesus, be our Guide;

(lead us safely on,
Till night and grief and sin and death
Are past, and heaven is won!


ITS ORDINANCES AND PRIVILEGES. Baptizing them into the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.—Matt. 28. 19. 1 APTIZED into Thy name most holy,

O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost !
I claim a place, though weak and lowly,

Among Thy seed, Thy chosen host;
Buried with Christ, and dead to sin,

Thy Spirit now shall dwell within.
2 My loving Father here doth take me

To be henceforth his child and heir,
My faithful Saviour now doth make me

The fruit of all His sorrows share;
My Comforter will comfort me,

When darkest clouds around I see. 3 And I have vowed to fear and love Thee,

And to obey, Thee, Lord, alone
I felt Thy Spirit inly move me,

And dared to pledge myself Thy own,
Renouncing sin to keep the faith,

And war with evil to the death.
4 Yea, all I am, and love most dearly,

To Thee I offer now the whole ;
O let me make my vows sincerely,

Take full possession of my soul ;
Let nought within me, nought I own,

Serve any will but Thine alone.
5 And never let my purpose falter,

O Father, Son and Holy Ghost !

But keep me faithful to Thine altar,

Till Thou shall call me from my post ;
So unto Thee I live and die,
And praise Thee evermore on high.

RAMBUCH, 1723. 1202 Jesus Himself drew near and went with

them.-Luke 24. 15. 1 FALet my religious hours alone ;

JAR from my thoughts, vain world, begone, Fain would my eyes my Saviour see ;

I wait a visit, Lord, from Thee.
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,

And kindles with a pure desire :
Come, my dear Jesus, from above,

And feed my soul with heavenly love. 3 The trees of life immortal stand

In fragrant rows at Thy right hand :
And in sweet murmurs, by their side,

Rivers of bliss perpetual glide.
4 Haste, then, but with a smiling face,

And spread the table of Thy grace ;
Bring down a taste of truth divine,

And cheer my heart with sacred wine.
5 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare !

How sweet Thy entertainments are !
Never did angels taste above

Redeeming grace, and dying love.
6 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine,

In Thee thy Father's glories shine:
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one,
eyes have seen, or angels known.



L.M. 1203 The table of the Lord.—Mal. 1. 12. 1 TY God, and is Thy table spread ?

Thither be all Thy children led,

And let them all its sweetness know.
2 Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes,

Rich banquet of His flesh and blood;
Thrice happy he who here partakes

That sacred stream, that heavenly food.
3 Why are these emblems still in vain

Before unwilling hearts displayed ?
Was not for you the Victim slain ?

forbid the children's bread ?
4 O let Thy table honoured be,

And furnished well with joyful guests ;
And may each soul salvation see,

That here its sacred pledges tastes.
5 Let crowds approach with hearts prepared,

With hearts inflamed let all attend;
Nor, when we leave our Father's board,

The pleasure or the profit end.
6 Revive Thy dying churches, Lord,
And bid our drooping graces live;


A Saviour's grace alone can give.


And more,

1204 This do, in remembrance of Me.


1 Cor. 11. 25.
T Thy command, our dearest Lord,

Here we attend Thy dying feast,
Thy love, like wine, adorns the board,
Thy presence gladdens every guest,

2 Our faith adores Thy bleeding love,

And trusts for life in One that died;
We hope for heavenly crowns above

From a Redeemer crucified.
3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,

And fling their scandals on Thy cause ;
We come to boast our Saviour's name,

And make our triumphs in His Cross. 4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,

He that was dead has left His tomb;
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till He come.


1205 And in the evening He cometh with the

twelve. —Mark 14. 17.

1 TESUS, to Thy table led,


With the true and living Bread! 2 While upon Thy Cross we gaze,

Mourning o'er our sinful ways,

Turn our sadness into praise ! 3 From the bonds of sin release,

Weak and wavering faith increase,

Grant us, Lamb of God, Thy peace! 4 Draw us to Thy wounded side

Whence there flows the healing tide,

There our sins and sorrows hide.
5 Lead us by Thy piercèd hand,

Till around Thy throne we stand
In the bright and better land!

R. H. BAYNES. 1863.

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