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4 Ye saints below, and hosts of heav'n,
Join all your praising powers;
No theme is like redeeming love,
No Saviour is like ours.

[5 Had I ten thousand hearts, O Lord,
I'd give them all to thee:
Had I ten thousand tongues, they all
Should join the harmony.]

473. Before the Lord's Supper. 7s.

I will not leave you comfortless, I will come to you.
JOHN xiv. 18.

1 COME, thou high and lofty Lord,
Lowly, meek, incarnate word;
Humbly stoop to earth again;
Come, and visit sinful men.

2 Jesus, we thy promise claim,
We are met in thy great name;
In the midst do thou appear,
Manifest thy presence here.

[3 Sanctify us, Lord, and bless,
Breathe thy Spirit, give thy peace;
Mutual love, the token be,
Lord, that we belong to thee.

4 Plant in us thy humble mind,
Patient, pitiful, and kind;

Meek and gracious may we be,
Full of goodness, full of thee !]

5 Make us all in thee complete,
Make us all for glory meet;
Meet t' appear before thy sight,
Partners with thy saints in light.
6 Call, O call us each by name
To the marriage of the Lamb;
Give our souls to taste thy bliss,
Clothe us in thy righteousness.

474. Before Receiving. 7s.

When the disciples came together to break bread.-
ACTS xx. 7.

1 MEETING in the Saviour's name,
Breaking bread by his command,
To the world we thus proclaim
On what ground we hope to stand,
When the Lord shall come with clouds,
Join'd by heav'n's exulting crowds.

2 From the cross our hope we draw,
"Tis the sinner's blest resource;
Jesus magnified the law,
Jesus bore its awful curse:
What a glorious truth is this,
O how full of joy and peace.

3 Jesus died, and then arose;
Yes, he rose, he lives, he reigns;
Jesus vanquish'd all his foes,
Jesus led them all in chains;
His the triumph, his the crown,
His the glory and renown.

4 Sing we then of him who died—
Sing of him who rose again:
By his blood we're justified,
And with him we hope to reign:
Soon we hope to see our Lord,
And to share his bright reward.

475. Before Receiving. 8-7-7.

He hath filled the hungry with good things.-LUKE i. 53.
1 BRETHREN come, 'tis Jesus bids us,
Bids us to a feast of love;
Bless the Lord, whose bounty feeds us
With provision from above:
Ye for whom his life was giv'n,
Come and eat the bread of heav'n.

2 Let us think of him who bought us,
'Tis the Saviour's own command:
When we wander'd Jesus sought us,
Now he leads us by the hand;
Now he gives us hope, and says
We shall sing his endless praise.

3 O how much his people owe him,
O what grace our Lord has shown!
Well may we surrender to him

All that once we call'd our own;
Lord, we give ourselves to thee;
Thou our guide, our master be.

476. After Receiving.

And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life.-
JOHN vi. 35.

1 LET the world their joys partaking,
Boast how excellent they prove!
In the bread we've now been breaking
We have meat they know not of;
Jesus is the living bread;

'Tis by this his friends are fed.
Saints adore him,

Bow before him,

Join the kindred hosts on high;
Let his praise fill earth and sky.

SECTION VIII.

MISCELLANEOUS.

477. Desiring the presence of God in Affliction.

C.M.

How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?-PSALM xiii. 1.

1 THY gracious presence, O my God,
My every wish contains;

With this beneath affliction's load,
My heart no more complains.

2 This can my every care control,
Gild each dark scene with light;
This is the sunshine of the soul,
Without it all is night.

3 O happy scenes of pure delight!
Where thy full beams impart
Unclouded beauty to the sight,
And rapture to the heart.

4 Her part in those fair realms of bliss
My spirit longs to know;
My wishes terminate in this,

Nor can they rest below.

5 Lord, shall the breathings of my heart. Aspire in vain to thee?

Confirm my hope, that were thou art,
I shall for ever be.

6 Then shall my cheerful spirit sing
The darksome hours away,

And rise on faith's expanded wing
To everlasting day.

478. The benefits of Affliction. 8-7-4.

I know, O LORD, that thy judgments are right, and that thou in faithfulness hast afflicted me.-PSALM cxix. 75.

1 In the floods of tribulation,

While the billows o'er me roll,
Jesus whispers consolation,

And supports my fainting soul:
Hallelujah,

Hallelujah, praise the Lord.

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