6 This scene will all my labours end;
This road conduct on high;
With comfort I'll review the past,
And triumph, though I die.
500. L. M.
In Time of War.
1 WHILE Sounds of war are heard around,
And death and ruin strew the ground;
To thee we look, on thee we call,
The Parent, and the Lord of all!
2 Thou, who hast stamped on human kind
The image of a heaven-born mind,
And in a Father's wide embrace
Hast cherished all the kindred race!
3 O see, with what insatiate rage,
Thy sons their impious battles wage!
How spreads destruction like a flood,
And brothers shed their brothers' blood!
4 See guilty passions spring to birth,
And deeds of hell deform the earth;
While righteousness and justice mourn,
And love and pity droop forlorn.
5 Great God! whose powerful hand can bind
The raging waves, and furious wind,
O bid the human tempest cease,
And hush the maddening world to peace!
6 With reverence may each hostile land
Hear and obey that high command,
Thy Son's blest errand from above,-
My creatures! live in mutual love!'
I WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun
Hasted through the closing year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here.
2 Finished here probation's day, They have done with all below; We a little longer stay,
But how little, none can know..
3 As the winged arrow flies
Quick, the destined mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies
Darts, and leaves no trace behind;
4 So our brief and transient days
To their end speed swiftly on;
Soon we pass life's little space,
Here to-day, to-morrow gone.
5 Thanks, for mercies past, receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us, Lord! by faith to live,
With eternity in view.
6 Bless thy word to young and old;
Fill our hearts with filial love;
And, when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above.
502. c. M.
Reflections on the Death of Jesus.
1 WITH warm affection let us view,
With pious grief improve,
The solemn and impressive scene
Of Jesus' dying love.
2 Not all the malice of his foes,
His pity could subdue;
'Father! forgive,' he meekly prayed,
They know not what they do.'
3 0 what a love was here displayed,
Beyond our utmost thought!
How pure the lessons, how sublime,
In life and death he taught!
4 Let not his sacred truths, by us
Be lost, or misapplied;
Nor let our thoughtless hearts forget
That 'twas for us he died.
503. s. M.
A Communion Hymn.
YES, to the last command
We will obedient prove;
Around his table will we stand,
In memory of his love.
His precious blood he shed
For our unworthy race,
While uttering, in the Almighty's stead,
His messages of grace.
Oh! if our senseless pride
His dying words neglect,
'Tis we who pierce his sacred side,
And we who God reject.
Then let us ever keep
This consecrated feast,
'Till memory shall have sunk to sleep,
Or life itself have ceased.
Brotherly Kindness from the Precept and Example of Christ.
1 YE followers of the Prince of peace,
Who round his table draw!
Remember what his spirit was,
What his peculiar law.
2 The love, which all his bosom filled,
Did all his actions guide;
Inspired by love, he lived and taught;
Inspired by love, he died.
3 Let all the sacred law fulfil;
Like his be every mind;
Be every temper formed by love,
And every action kind.
4 Let none, who call themselves his friends, Disgrace the honoured name;
But by a near resemblance prove
The title which they claim.
To heaven's Eternal King
Who rules supreme alone,
Let all on earth their praises bring,
And worship round his throne.
To GOD, the only wise,
Our Saviour, and our King,
Let all who dwell below the skies
Their grateful praises bring.
1 THY name, Almighty Lord!
Shall sound through distant lands;
Great is thy grace, and sure thy word,
Thy truth for ever stands.
2 Far be thine honour spread,
And long thy praise endure,
Till morning light and evening shade
Shall be exchanged no more.
TO HIM who reigns in worlds of light,
The Eternal King of heaven,
Be honour, majesty, and might,
And praise and glory given.
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