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.

C. M. 482.

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 ;
Bnt themes, so infinite as these,

Exceed our noblest songs.

C. M. 483

The Gospel-Feast.
1 HOW sweet and awful is the place,

With Christ within the doors-
While 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 "T 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, 0 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.

C. M. 484.

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.

L. M. 485.

The Presence of Christ desired. 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!

C. M. 486.

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.

BABBATH.

78. 487. The Sabbath in the Sanctuary. I 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 i
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. I 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.

H. M.
489. 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,

C. M. 490.

Dawon of the Sabbath.
I 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.