He sends the labouring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the prisoner sweet release. 4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

HYMN 462. C. M. [#]
Prospect of the Christian.

1 HAPPY the man, whose wishes climb
To mansions in the skies!

He looks on all the joys of time
With undesiring eyes.

2 He knows that all these fleeting things
Must yield to sure decay;
And sees, on time's extended wings,
How swift they pass away.

3 To things unseen by mortal eyes,
A beam of sacred light

Directs his view; his prospects rise
All permanent and bright.

4 His hopes, still fixed on joys to come,
Those blissful scenes on high,

Shall flourish in immortal bloom,
When time and nature die.

HYMN 463. C. M. [# or b]

The Christian's Farewell.

1 YE golden lamps of heaven, farewell,
With all your feeble light;
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.

2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames arrayed;
My soul, which springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thine aid.

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode-

The pavement of those heavenly courts,
Where I shall see my God.

4 The Father of eternal light

Shall there his beams display;
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unclouded day.

5 No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into mine eyes;

No more the noon-day sun decline
Amid those brighter skies.

6 There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite;

And each the bliss of all shall share
With infinite delight.

HYMN 464. L. M. [#]

Peace to the troubled Spirit.

1 SEE, from the ark, the mystic dove On flying pinions takes her way,

Through distant regions prone to move, And view the wonders of the day.

2 Lo, she returns, and seeks her rest,

And brings the olive-branch of peace; Thus are the cheerless mourners blest,

The tidings all their hopes increase. 3 Thus does the spirit's witness show A source of love, a fount of grace; A Saviour's goodness makes us know, And points to God, our Righteousness. 4 Celestial messenger of joy,

Speed on thy way to this sad heart; Bring with thee peace without alloy, And never from my soul depart.

HYMN 465. H. M. [#]

Sun of Heaven.

1 IN yon blest world above,
Where angel-hosts reside,
The Sun of truth and love
Is never known to hide :
Its sacred heat forever glows;
Divinely sweet to all it flows.

2 Its all-attracting light

Forever flows the same;

No darkness there, or night,

No clouds, obscure the flame :
One endless day will constant shine,
And every ray is light divine.

3 O, could we see this light,
And feel its heavenly heat,

Joyful we'd take our flight
To some celestial seat;

With angels sit, and sing away,
At Jesus' feet, an endless day.

COMMUNION.

HYMN 466.

L. M. [b]

The Lord's Supper.

1 "Twas on that dark, eventful night,
When all the powers of earth arose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betrayed him to his foes;

2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and blessed, and brake; What love through all his actions ran! What wondrous words of grace he spake!

3 In memory of your dying Lord,

Do this, he said, till time shall end; Meet at my table, and record

The love of your departed Friend.

4 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate;

We show thy death, we sing thy name,
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage-supper of the Lamb.

HYMN 467.

L. M. [b]

A View of the Cross.

1 WHEN I Survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my Lord;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4 His dying crimson, like a robe,

Spread o'er his body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine, .
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

HYMN 468. C. M. [b]

Communion Hymn.

1 O God, accept the sacred hour
Which we to thee have given,

And let this hallowed scene have power
To raise our souls to heaven.