3 But the pains which He endured

Our salvation have procured ;
Now above the sky He's King,
Where the angels ever sing,

Hallelujah!

Oh, make me Thine for ever,

And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,

Outlive my love to Thee. 4 Be near when I am dying ;

Oh, show Thy cross to me!
And to my succor flying,

Come, Lord, and set me free.
These eyes new faith receiviny,

From Thine eres shall not move;
For he who dies believing

Dies safely through Thy love.

ASCENSION,

HYJIN 234. III. 1. AIL the day that sees Him rise,

VIIE atoning work is done,

The Victim's blood is she'l, And Jesus now is gone

IIis people's cause to plead ; IIe stands in heaven their great High Priest,

And bears their names upon llis breast. 2 IIe sprinkles with Ilis blood

The mercy-seat above;
For justice had withstood

The purposes of love;
But justice now withstands no more,

And merey yields her boundless store. 3 Yo temple maile with hands,

Ilis place of service is ;
In heaven itself Ile stands;

A Ileavenly Priesthood Ilis.
In llim the shadows of the law

Are all fulfilled, and now withdraiv. 4 And though awhile Ile be

llid from the eyes of men,
Ilis people look to see

Their great IIigh Priest again ;
In brightest glory he will come,
And take llis waiting people home.

Christ, a while to mortals given,

Enters now the bighest heaven. 2 There for IIim high triumph waits ;

Lift your heads, eternal gates !
Conqueror over death and sin,

Take the King of glory in.
3 Lo, the heaven its Lord receives !

Yet He loves the earth IIc leares:
Though returning to His throne,

Still lle calls mankind His own. 4 Still for us IIe intercedes,

Ilis prevailing death He pleads;
Near IIimself prepares our place,

Great forerunner of our race. 5 Lord, though parted from our sight,

Far above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise

Following Thee beyond the skies. 6 Master (will we ever say),

Taken from our head to-day,
See Thy faithful servants, see,
Erer gazing up to Thce.

W

IIYUN 235. L. M.
IIERE high the heavenly templo

stands, The house of God not made with hands, A great lligh-Priest our nature wears,

The guardian of mankind appears. 2 Though now ascended up on high,

lle bends to carth a brother's eya ; Partaker of the human name,

IIe knows the frailty of our framc. 3 Our fellow-suserer yet retains

A fellow-fueling for our pains ;
And still remembers, in the skies,
Ilis tears, Ilis agonies, and cries.
In every pang that rends the heart,
The Man of sorrows had a part;
lle sympathizes in our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.

5 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,

Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aids of heavenly power,
To help us in the evil hour.

With lustre shining more and more

Unto the perfect day : Spirit of Truth, be Thou

In life and death our guide; O Spirit of Adoption, now

Day we be sanctified.

WHITSUNDAY, HYMN 236. L. M.

S

YREATOR Spirit, by whose aiil

The world's foundations first were laid, Come, visit every waiting mind;

Come, pour Thy joys on human kind. 2 Thrice IIoly Fount, thrice iloly l'ire,

Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
('oine, and Thy sacred unction bring

To sanctify us while we sing. 3 0 Source of uncreated light,

The Father's promised Paraclete !
From sin and sorrow set us free,

And make us temples wortby Thee ! 4 Our frailties help, our vice control,

Subdue the senses to the soul;
And when rebellious they are grown,

Then lay Thy hand and holil them down. 5 Chase from our minds th' infernal foe,

And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
And lest our feet should stop astray,

Protect and guide us in the way. 6 Jake is eternal truths receive,

And practice all that we believe;
Give us Thyself, that we may see
Tlic Father, and the Son, by Thee.

HIYMN 238. C. M.
PIRIT of Truth! on this Thy day

To Thee for help we cry,
To guiile us through the dreary way

Of dark mortality.
2 We ask not, Lord, the cloven flame

Or tongucs of various tone;
But long Thy praises to proclaim,

With fervor in our own.
3 Wc mourn not that prophetic skill

Is found on earth no more;
Enouglı for us to trace Thy will

In Scripture's sacred lore. 4 Though tongies shall cease and power de

Caly,
And knowledge empty prove,
Do Thon Thy trembling servants stay

With faith, with liope, with love.

TRINITY SUNDAY.

II°LY Father, greut Creator,

IIYUN 237. S. M.

In this accepted hour,
Is on the day of Pentecost,

Descend in all Thy power ;
Te meet with one accord

In our appointed place,
Anil wait the promise of our Lord,

The Spirit of all grace.
2 Like mighty, rushing wind

l'pon the waves beneath,
Move with one impulse every mind,

One soul, one feeling breathe :
The young, the old inspire

With wisdom from above;
And give us hearts and tongues of fire

To pray, and praise, and love. 3 Spirit of Light, explore,

And chase our gloom away,

IIYMN 239. III. 5.
OLY

Source of meroy, love, anel peace,
Look upon the Merliator,
C'lothe us with Ilis righteousness;

Ilearenly Father, Through the Saviour, bear and bless. 2 Holy Jesus, Lord of Glory,

Whom angelic hosts proclaim,
While we hear Thy wondrous story,
Meet and worship in Thy name,

Dear Redeemer,
In our hearts Thy peace prcclaim.
3 IIoly Spirit, Sanctifier,

Come with unction from above, Raise our hearts to raptures higher, Fill them with the Savioui's love!

Source of comfort,
Cheer us with the Saviour's love.
4 (iod the Lord, through every nation

Let thy wondrous mercies shine!
In the song of Thy salvation
Every tongue and race combine!

(reat Jchovah,
Form our liearts and make them Thine.

HYJV 242. II. 4.

IIYMN 240. P. M.
VIOL

Chaos and darkness hcard,
And took their flight!
Hear us, we humbly pray.
And where the gospel day
Sheds not its glorious ray,

Let there be light!
2 Thou who didst come to bring
On Thy redeeming wing

Ilealing and sight,
Ilealth to the sick in min:),
Light to the spirit-blini,
Oh, now to all mankind

Let there be light!
3 Spirit of Trutlı and Love,
Lise-giving, holy Dove,

Speed forth Thy flight!
Move on the water's face,
Spreading the beams of grace,
And in earth's darkest place

Let there be light!
4 Blessed and IIoly Three,
Glorious Trinity,

Grace, Love, and Light!
Through the worlıl, far and wide,
Boundless as ocean's tiile
Rolling in fullest priile,

Let there be light!

The God who reigns above, And rules the world below, Boundless in power and love. Our thanks we bring

In joy and praise,

Our hearts we raise

To heaven's high King. 2 The nation Thou hast blest

May well Thy love declare,
From foes and fears at rest,
Protected by Thy care.
For this fair land,

For this bright day,

Our thanks we pay

Gifts of Thy hand. 3 May every mountain height,

Each vale and forest green, Shine in Thy word's pure light, And its rich fruits be seen ! May crery tongue

Be tuned to praise,

And join to raise

A grateful song 4 Earth! hear thy Maker's voice,

The great Redeemer own,
Believe, obey, rejoice,
And worship Ilim alone;
Cast down thy pride,

Thy sin deplore,

And bow before
The Crucified.

G Adelanges mark the rolling year,

5 And when in power IIe comes,

Oh, may our native land, From all its rending tombs, Send forth a glorious band; A countless throng

Ever to sing

To heaven's high King Salvation's song.

CONFIRMATION.

As time with rapid pinions flies,

May every season make us wise. 2 Long has Thy fivor crowned our days,

And summer shed again its rays; No deadly cloud our sky has veilel;

No blasting winds our path assailed. 3 Our harvest months have o er us rolled,

And lilleil our fields with waving gold ; Our tablos spread, our garners stored !

Where are our hearts to praise the Lord ? 4 The solemn harvest comes apace',

The closing day of life and grace;
Time ofilecision, awful hour!

Around it let no tempests lower !
5 l’repare us, Lord, boy grace divine,

Like stars in heaven to rise and shine;
Thou shall our happy souls above
Reap the full harvest of Thy love!

IIYMN 243. faitlı looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary,

Saviour divine ! Now hear mo while I pray : Take all my guilt away ; Oh, let me from this day

Be wholly Thinc.

2 Lo, such the child, whose carly feet

The path of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,

Is upward drawn to God. 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay ;
The rose, that bloonis beneath the hill,

Must shortly fade away.
4 Ind soon, too soon, tlie wintry hour

Of man's maturer age
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,

And stormy passion's rage.
5 o Thou, who givest life and breath,

We seek Thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,

To keep us still Thinc own.

IIYJN 244. C. M.

160:, accept my heart this day,

FUNERALS.

IIYIN 247. P. M.

THOU

And make it always Thine,
That I from Thee no more may stra'',

No more from Thec decline.
2 Before the cross of Ilim who died,

Behold, I prostrate fall;
Let every sin be crucified,

Let Christ be all in all.
3 Inoint ine with Thy heavenly grace,

Adopt me for Thine own;
That I may sce Thy glorious face,

And worslıp at Thy throne.
4 May the dear blood once shel for me

lly blest atonement prore; That I from first to last may be

The purchase of Thy love! 5 Let every thought, and work, and word,

To Thee be ever given ;
Then life shall be Thy service, Lord,

and death the gate of heaven!

HOC art gone to the grave ! but we will

not deplore thee, Though sorrow and darkness encompass

the tomb); Thy Saviour hath passcl through its por

tals before thee, And the lamp of his love was thy guide

through the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave! we no longer

behold thee, Nor treard the rough paths of the world

by thy side; But thie wide arms of'merey were spread to

enfold ther, And sinners may clie, for the Sinless hath

died.

3 Thou art gone to the gravo! and, its man

sion forsaking, Perhaps thy weak spirit in fear lingered

long; But the mild rays of Paradise dawned on

thy waking, And the sound which thou heard'st was

the seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave! but we will

not deplore thee, Whose God was thy Ransom, thy Guar

dian and Guide: IIe gave thce, IIe took thee, and Ile will

restore thee; And death hath no sting, for the Sav. jour hath died.

SUNDAY SCHOOLS.

IIYMY 246. C. M. B

Y cool Siloam's shady rill

Ilow fair tbe lily grows ! Low sweet the breath, bencath the hill,

Of Sharon's dewy rose !

2 Just as I am, and waiting not

To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,

O Lamb of God, I come.
3 Just as I am, though tossed about

With many a conflict, many a doubt,
With fears within, and foes without,

O Lamb of God, I come.
4 Just as I am-poor, wretcher!, blind-

Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I neel, in Thee to find,

() Lamb of God, I come. 5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, reliere;
Because Thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come.
6 Just as I am, Thy love unknown

Ilus bioken every barrier down;
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,

O Lamlı of God, I come.

3 With my burden I begin ;

Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt,

Set my conscience free from guilt. 4 Lord, I come to Thee for rest,

Take possession of my breast;
There Thy blood-bought right maintain,

And without a rival reign. 5 While I am a pilgrim liere,

Let Thy love my spirit cheer;
As my Cuidle, my Guard, my friend,

Learl me to my journey's end. 6 Show me what I have to do,

Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me die Thy people's death.

IIYUN 251. C. M.

F

REPEYTAYCE.

DF

HYMN 219. III. 1.
EPTII of mercy! can there be

Mercy still reserved for me? ('an my Go:1 IIis wrath forbear?

Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
2 I have long withstood Ilis grace;

Long provoked llim to Ilis face;
Would not hearken to Ilis calls;

Grieved Ilim by a thousand falls. 3 Kindled Ilis relentings are;

Me lle now delights to spare;
Sow my l'ather's mercies move,

Justice lingers into love.
4 Lo! for me the Saviour stanıls;

Shows llis wounds, and spreads llis hands;
God is Lore! I know, I feel;
Jesus Weeps, and loves me still.

TOREVER here my rest shall be,

Close to Thy bleeding side; This all my hope, and all my plea,

“For me the Saviour died." 2 My dying Sariour and my God,

Fountain for guilt and sin ! Sprinkle me ever with Thy blood,

And cleanse and keep me clean, 3 Wash me, and make me thus Thine omn;

Wash me, and mine Thouart; Wash me, but not my feet alone,

My hands, my head, my heart. 1 Th’atonenient of Thy blood appls,

Till faith to sight improve; Till hope in full fruition die,

And all my soul be lore.

JE

IIYUN 252. L. M. CESUS, Thy blood and righteousness

My beauty are, my glorious dress; Midst flaming worlds in these arrayed,

With joy shall I list up my head.
2 When from the dust of death I rise

To take my mansion in the skies,
E'en then shall this be all my plea,

Jesus hath lived and died for me." 3 This spotless robe the same appears

When ruined nature sinks in years; No age can change its glorious hue; The robe of Christ is erer new.