3 What strange, surprising grace is this,
That we, so lost, have room?
Jesus our weary souls invites,
And freely bids us come.

4 Ye saints below, and hosts above!
Join all your sacred powers;
No theme is like redeeming love,-
No Saviour is like ours.

482.

C. M.

The triumphal Feast.

1 COME, let us lift our voices high,-
High as our joys arise,

And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.

2 Jesus, our God, invites us here,
To this triumphal feast;

And brings immortal blessings down
For each redeemed guest.

3 Victorious God! what can we pay
For favors so divine?

We would devote our hearts away,
To be for ever thine.

4 We give thee, Lord! our highest praise-
The tribute of our tongues;
But themes, so infinite as these,
Exceed our noblest songs.

483.

C. M.

The Gospel-Feast.

1 HOW sweet and awful is the place, With Christ within the doorsWhile everlasting love displays

The choicest of her stores!

2 While all our hearts, and all our songs, Join to admire the feast;

Each of us cry, with thankful tongues,"Lord! why was I a guest?

3 "Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there 's room-

When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come ?"

4 "I was the same love that spread the feast,
That sweetly forced us in;
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.

5 Pity the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.

6 We long to see thy churches full,
That all the chosen race

May, with one voice, and heart, and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.

484.

C. M.

Remembering Christ.

1 IF human kindness meets return
And owns the grateful tie;

If tender thoughts within us burn,
To feel a friend is nigh ;-

2 Oh! shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe

To him, who died, our fears to quell-
Our more than orphan's wo!

3 While yet his anguished soul surveyed
Those pangs he would not flee,

What love his latest words displayed,-
"Meet and remember me!"

4 Remember thee-thy death, thy shame,
Our sinful hearts to share!-

O mem'ry! leave no other name
But his recorded there.

1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world! be gone, Let my religious hours alone:

Fain would mine 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 Blest Saviour! what delicious fare-
How sweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
4 Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine:
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one,
That eyes have seen, or angels known!

486.

C. M.
Remembering Christ.

1 ACCORDING to thy gracious word,—
In meek humility,-

This will I do, my dying Lord!
I will remember thee.

2 Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember thee.

3 Gethsemane can I forget?

Or there thy conflict see,-
Thine agony and bloody sweat,-
And not remember thee?

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!

I must remember thee :

5 Remember thee, and all thy pains,
And all thy love to me!-

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember thee.

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and mem'ry flee;

When, in thy kingdom, thou shalt come→
Jesus! remember me.

487.

SABBATH.

78.

The Sabbath in the Sanctuary.

1 SAFELY through another week, God has brought us on our way;Let us now a blessing seek,

Waiting in his courts to-day:
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

2 While we seek supplies of grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciled face,

Take away our sin and shame;
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest, this day, in thee.

3 Here we come thy name to praise;
Let us feel thy presence near :
May thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord! a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

4 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners-comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief from all complaints:
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.
S. M.

488. The Lord's Day and public Worship.
1 WELCOME-sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise!
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

2 The king himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day, amidst the place

Where my dear God hath been,

Is sweeter than ten thousand days,
Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay,
In such a frame as this,-
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

489.

H. M.

Sabbath Morning.

1 WELCOME-delightful morn,

Thou day of sacred rest!

I hail thy kind return ;

Lord! make these moments blest;
From the low train of mortal toys,
I soar to reach immortal joys.
2 Now may the king descend,

And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord! extend,

While saints address thy face:
Let sinners feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

3 Descend, celestial Dove!

With all thy quickening powers;
Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless the sacred hours;
Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths be bestowed in vain.

490.

C. M.

Dawn of the Sabbath.

1 AGAIN, the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,

Dispels the darkness of the night,
And pours increasing day.

2 Oh! what a night was that which wrapt A sinful world in gloom!

Oh! what a sun, which broke this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;

Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.