SUPPLEMENT.

PART THIRD.

I

HYMNS FOR PARTICULAR OCCASIONS, AND FOR PRIVATE AND DOMESTIC DEVOTIONS.

622. C. M.

"This do in remembrance of me." Luke xxii, 19.

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, our 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 memory flee,

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

623. c. M.

Self-examination.

Montgomery.

1 As o'er the past my memory strays,
Why heaves the secret sigh?
"Tis that I mourn departed days,
Still unprepared to die.

2 The world and worldly things beloved
My anxious thoughts employed;
And time, unhallowed, unimproved,
Presents a fearful void.

3 Yet, Holy Father! wild despair
Chase from my labouring breast;
Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer,→
That grace can do the rest.

4 My life's brief remnant all be thine!
And when thy sure decree
Bids me this fleeting breath resign,
O speed my soul to thee!

624. 61. L. M.

Prayer in sickness for peace in God.

1 FATHER, thy gentle chastisement
Falls kindly on my burdened soul;
I see its merciful intent,

To warn me back to thy control;
And pray, that while I kiss the rod,
I may find perfect peace with God.

Middleton.

2 The errors of my heart I know;
I feel my deep infirmities;

For often virtuous feelings glow,
And holy purposes arise;

But like the morning clouds decay,
As empty, though as fair as they.

3 Forgive the weakness I deplore;
And let thy peace abound in me;
That I may trust myself no more,
But wholly cast myself on thee,
Oh! let my Father's strength be mine,
And my devoted life be thine.

625. c. M.

H. Ware, Jr.

"Seedtime and Harvest shall not cease."

1 FOUNTAIN of mercy! God of love!
How rich thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain

Thy goodness marked its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

3 The Spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine; The plants in beauty grew;

Thou gav'st refulgent sense to shine,
The mild, refreshing dew

4 These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain;

A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

5 We own and bless thy gracious sway;
Thy hand all nature hails:
Seedtime nor harvests, night nor day,
Summer nor winter, fails.

626. P. M.

Missionary Hymn.

Christian Psalmist.

1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver,

Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strewn ;
The heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone.

2 Shall we whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learnt Messiah's name.

Heber.

627.8 & 79 M.

The Heavenly Heralds of Peace-Christmas Hymns. 1 HARK! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo! the angelic host rejoices; Heavenly hallelujahs rise.

2 Listen to the wondrous story
Which they chant in hymns of joy :
"Glory in the highest! glory!
Glory be to God most high!

3 Peace on earth, good will to mortals;
Christ, the Lord, is born to-day!
Wide he opes the eternal portals,
Chasing sin and death away."

4 Sons of men, repeat the story;
Sing the great Redeemer's birth:
Spread the brightness of his glory,
Till it cover all the earth!

628. s. M.

A Communion Hymn.

Cawood.

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His body and his blood behold,

Who suffered for our sake.

Yes, that our souls might live,
Those sacred limbs were torn,

That blood was spilt, and pangs untold
Were by the Saviour borne.