2 Much of my time has run to waste, 5 And when the night of death shall come, 491. C. M. A Morning Hymn. Watts, alt'd. 1 TO THEE let my first offerings rise, Swift as his gladdening influence flies, 2 This day thy favouring hand be nigh, Still may it lead, protect, supply, If good thy providence impart, 3 4 Affliction should thy love intend, Patient, to gain that blessed end, 5 If bright or cloudy scenes await, That heaven, nor high nor low estate 6 Be this, and every future day, That from the whole of life's survey I may find peace at last. 492. L. M. + Drennan. The Institution of the Lord's Supper. 1 Cor. xi. 23–25. 1 'Twas on that dark, that awful night, 2 Before the mournful scene began, He took the bread, gave thanks and brake: What love through all his actions ran; What wondrous words of grace he spake ! 3 This is my body, broke for sin, Receive and eat the living food ;' Then took the cup, and blessed the wine, ''Tis the new covenant in my blood.' 4In memory of your dying Lord, The love of your departed Friend.' 5 Thus, while we celebrate this feast, 493. H. M. Watts, alt'd. I God our Preserver in a sickly Season. Ps. cxxi. From God is all our aid; The God who built the skies, God is the tower His grace is nigh To which we fly: In every hour. 2 Our feet shall never slide, Or fall in fatal snares, Since God, our Guard and Guide, i Defends us from our fears. Those wakeful eyes, Shall Israel keep, That never sleep, When dangers rise. 3 No burning heats by day, Thou art our sun, And thou our shade, 4 Hast thou not given thy word And we can trust thee, Lord! We'll go and come, Till from on high Nor fear to die, Thou call us home. Watts. 494. L. M. Safety through Life's Journey, implored. 6 2 May all who now assemble here, 495. L. M. A Communion Hymn. + Exeter Coll. 1 We sing thy mercy, God of love! 2 We thank thee for the words he brought; In humble mode, resembling thee. 3 We thank thee for thy gracious care, 4 We thank thee for this solemn rite, O fill our souls with bread divine, 496. c. M. Gratitude to God. 1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God! 2 O how shall words, with equal warmth, That glows in my enraptured heart! 3 Thy providence my life sustained, 4 To all my weak complaints and cries Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned 5 Unnumbered comforts on my soul From whom those comforts flowed. 6 When, in the slippery paths of youth, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, 7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently cleared my way; And through the pleasing snares of vice, More to be feared than they. |