ARMSTRONG. 8s, 7s. D. Arr. fr. B. RICHARDS. Sweet the moments, rich in bles-sing, Which before the cross we spend; Life, and health, and peace pos-sess-ing, D. S.-While we see di-vine com-pass-ion, FINE. From the sinner's dying Friend. Tru-ly bless-ed is this station, Low before To impede his la bors, came; Yet they all could not ex- tin-guish Love's eternal, burning flame. [above; S Come, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise; Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues D.C.-Praise the mount-I'm fixed upon it!-Mount of thy redeeming love. 1029 "Eben-ezer." COME, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise; Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Praise the mount-I'm fixed upon it!Mount of thy redeeming love. 2 Here I'll raise mine Eben-ezer; Jesus sought me when a stranger, 3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor Bind my wandering heart to thee; Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart; oh, take and seal it; Seal it for thy courts above. Robert Robinson. LUDWIGSBURG. 8s, 7s. D. C. GOUDIMEL. Come, thou ev-er-last-ing Spir-it, Bring to ev-ery thankful mind All the Saviour's dy - ing mer-it, All his sufferings for mankind: True re-cord-er of his pass-ion, Now the living faith im-part; 1030 "Him we pierced." All his sufferings for mankind: Now the living faith impart; 2 Come, thou Witness of his dying; Christ to every soul, and mine; 1 Peter 5: 5. YES, for me, for me he careth, Charles Wesley. With a brother's tender care; Yes, with me, with me he shareth Every burden, every fear. Yes, for me he standeth pleading, At the mercy-seat above; Ever for me interceding, Constant in untiring love. 2 Yes, in me, in me he dwelleth, I in him, and he in me! And my empty soul he filleth, Here and through eternity. Thus I wait for his returning, Horatius Bonar. Singing all the way to heaven; Such the joyous song of morning, Such the banquet song of even. 1032 The reproach of Christ. CROSS, reproach, and tribulation! Ye to me are welcome guests, When I have this consolation, That my soul in Jesus rests. The reproach of Christ is glorious! Those who here his burden bear, In the end shall prove victorious, And eternal gladness share. 2 Bonds and stripes, and evil story, Are our honorable crowns; Pain is peace, and shame is glory, Gloomy dungeons are as thrones. Bear, then, the reproach of Jesus, Ye who live a life of faith! Lift triumphant songs and praises Ev'n in martyrdom and death. Tr. L. A. Gotter. CENA DOMINI. IOS, 21. A. S. SULLIVAN. O King of ます mercy, from thy throne on high Look down in love, and hear our humble cry. 1033 "Bread of Heaven." VO KING of mercy, from thy throne on high cry. 5 Thou art the mourner's stay, the sinner's Friend, Sweet fount of joy and blessings without end. 6 Oh, come and cheer us with thy heavenly grace, 2 Thou tender Shepherd of the blood-bought Reveal the brightness of thy glorious face. sheep, 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 Oh, lead us daily with thine eye of love, And bring us safely to our home above. Thomas R. Birks. G. T. COLDBECK. Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin? The blood of Je-sus whispers peace with - in. 1034 "Peace, perfect peace." 4 Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away? PEACE, perfect peace, in this dark world of In Jesus' keeping we are safe and they. LANGRAN. IOS. J. LANGRAN. Draw nigh and take the bod-y of your Lord, And drink the holy blood for you outpoured. Öf-fered was he for great-est and for least, Himself the vic-tim and him-self He spake, and passed the cup of blessing 3 O Christ! whom now beneath a vail we round; So let us drink, and, on life's fullness fed, With heavenly joy each quickening pulse shall bound. see, May what we thirst for soon our portion be; To gaze on thee unvailed, and see thy face, The vision of thy glory and thy grace. James R. Woodford, tr. |