BEHOLD! we come, O Christ, to Thee!
In Thy light all may hope to see.
Hail, Sun of Righteousness! We sing
Thy grace, to Thee our vows we bring.
Our vows to Thee we gladly pay,
O Light of the eternal day!
We flee the shadow of the night,
And bless Thy full and glorious light.

Hail Jesus, light of endless life!
Break Thou on nature's hopeless strife!
Let nought in us with Thee contend!
Of our dark strife make Thou an end!
From sin and danger and dismay
Let us, O Christ, be kept this day!

Drive earth's dark shadow from each breast,
And there let Thine own glory rest!

XIX.

S. HOPTON.

BEHOLD we come, O Lord, to Thee,
And bow before Thy throne!
We come, to offer, on our knee,
Our vows to Thee alone!

Whate'er we have, whate'er we are,

Thy bounty freely gave;
Thou dost us here in mercy spare,
And wilt hereafter save.

But, O! can all our store afford
No better gifts for Thee?
Thus we confess Thy riches, Lord!
And thus our poverty.

Yet would each soul bring all its powers,

Offer its choicest store,

Bring every day its choicest hours,

And our Great God adore!

XX.

S. HOPTON.

BENEATH our feet, and o'er our head,
Is equal warning given;
Beneath us lie the countless dead,
Above us is the Heaven.

Their names are graven on the stone,
Their bones are in the clay;
And ere another day is done
Ourselves may be as they.

Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower;

Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour.

Our

eyes have seen the rosy light
Of youth's soft cheek decay,
And death descend in sudden night
On manhood's middle day.

Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly towards the tomb;
And yet shall earth our hearts engage,
And dreams of days to come?

Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know!
Where'er thy foot can tread,

The earth rings hollow from below,
And warns thee of her dead.

Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply
To truths divinely given!

The bones that underneath thee lie
Shall live for Hell or Heaven.

XXI.

HEBER.

BLESSED, above the sons of men,
Are they who fear the Lord,
Who hear His threats with filial awe,
And tremble at His word!

The fear of God should ever dwell
In hearts that seek His love;

For thus combined, they serve to form
The wisdom from above.

Terrors may awe the unwilling slave:
The child with joy appears,
Cheerful he does his Father's will,
And loves as much as fears.

To guard our heart on either hand,
Let fear and love combine;

So we may keep the narrow way
Which lead to joys divine.

XXII.

WELL. COLL.

BLESSED are God's people; they honour His word; [givings heard. On their lips are all praises and thanksThe city where reigneth the Ancient of Days

Hath in it nor sorrow nor secret.nor strife; Its walls are salvation, its portals are praise; By its broad river blossoms the rich tree of life.

We would bless Thee, O Father! would honour Thy word.

On our lips be all praises and thanksgivings heard.

There the rich dews of mercy and charity fall,

Darkness & coldness dim none of its hours; The hand of the Lord is stretch'd over its wall, The Spirit of God overshadows its towers. Fair are its gardens, its palaces fair! Its throne is all glorious, Jehovah is there. There peace, love, and happiness, make their abode; [dwells: Christ's blessing on all the glad multitude O may we there rest with the Israel of God, Breathe its free air, and drink deep at its wells!

XXIII.

BLESSED are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God;
The secret of the Lord is theirs,
Their soul is Christ's abode.

Still to the lowly soul
He doth himself impart,

And for His cradle and His throne

Chooseth the pure in heart.

XXIV.

0.

CHRIS. YEAR

BLESSED, O Lord! be Thy wise grace,
That governs all our day,

And to the night assigns its place,
To rest us in our way.

If works the labouring hand impair,
Or thoughts the studious mind,
Both are consider'd by Thy care,
Both fit refreshment find;

Fit to relieve their present state,
Fit to prepare the next;
While we are taught to meditate
This plain and useful text.

As every night lays down our head,
And morning opes our eyes,
So shall the dust be once our bed,
And so we hope to rise.

XXV.

S. HOPTON.

BLOW the loud trumpet! blow!
The gladly solemn sound

Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound:

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!

Exalt the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;

Redemption, by His blood,
Through all the world proclaim :
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!

Ye, who have sold for nought

Your heritage above,

May take it back, unbought,

The gift of Jesus' love.

The year of Jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!