3 Love to God and men displaying, Walking steadfast in his way, Joy attend us in believing,

Peace from God through endless day.

The Saviour Commemorated.

1 JESUS, the Friend of man,
Invites us to his board:
The welcome summons we obey,
And own our gracious Lord.

2 Here we survey that love
Which spoke in every breath,
Which crowned each action of his life,
And triumphed in his death.

3 Then let our powers unite,
His sacred name to raise ;
Let grateful joy fill every mind,
And every voice be praise.

4 And while we share the gifts
Which from his gospel flow,
O, may our hearts, to all mankind,
With warm affection glow.

"Ye show forth the Lord's Death till he come."

1 JESUS is gone above the skies,

Where our weak senses reach him not;
And carnal objects court our eyes,

To thrust our Saviour from our thought.

2 He knows what wandering hearts we have; How weak our faith and hope might prove; And, to refresh our minds, he gave These kind memorials of his love. 3 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem; Christ and his love fill every thought, And faith and hope be fixed on him. 4 While he is absent from our sight, 'Tis to prepare our souls a place, That we may dwell in heavenly light, And live forever near his face.

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BIRMINGHAM COLL.

"I have given you an Example."

1 YE followers of the Prince of Peace,
Who round his table draw!
Remember what his spirit was,
What his peculiar law.

2 The love, which all his bosom filled,
Did all his actions guide;

Inspired by love, he lived and taught;
Inspired by love, he died.

3 Let each the sacred law fulfil;
Like his be every mind;

Be every temper formed by love,
And every action kind.

4 Let none who call themselves his friends, Disgrace the honored name;

But by a near resemblance prove
The title which they claim.

1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,
To be exalted thus;

Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,
For he hath died for us.

3 Let all who dwell above the sky,
In air, on earth, in seas,
Conspire to lift his glories high,
And speak his endless praise.

1 HERE have we seen thy face, O Lord,
And viewed salvation with our eyes;
Tasted and felt the living word,
The bread descending from the skies.

2 Thy mercy sent thine only Son
To shed his blood before our face;
The undefiled and Holy One,
To die for man's unworthy race.

3 He is the bright, the morning Star;

He stands beside his Father's throne,

And spreads his beams through earth afar And down to ages yet unknown.

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BEARD'S COLL.

"And all that believed were together." Acts 4: 44. 1 RESTORE, O Father! to our times restore The peace which filled thine infant church of yore;

Ere lust of power had sown the seeds of strife, And quenched the new-born charities of life. 2 O never more may differing judgments part From kindly sympathy a brother's heart; But linked in one, believing thousands kneel, And share with each the sacred joy they feel. 3 From soul to soul, quick as the sunbeam's ray, Let concord spread one universal day; And faith by love lead all mankind to thee, Parent of peace, and fount of harmony!

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C. WESLEY.

The Church below and above.

1 THE saints on earth and those above
But one communion make;
Joined to their Lord in bonds of love,
All of his grace partake.

2 One family, we dwell in him;
One church above, beneath;

Though now divided by the stream,-
The narrow stream of death.

3 One army of the living God,
To his command we bow;

Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.

4 O God, be thou our constant guide!
Then, when the word is given,
Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,
And land us safe in heaven.

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ANCIENT HYMNS.

The noble Army of Martyrs.

1 THE triumphs of the martyred saints
The joyous lay demand;

The heart delights in song to dwell
On that victorious band-

Those whom the senseless world abhorred,
Who cast the world aside,
Deeming it worthless, for the sake

Of Christ, their Lord and Guide.

2 For Him they braved the tyrant's rage,
The scourge's cruel smart;

The wild beast's fang their bodies tore,
But vanquished not the heart;
Like lambs before the sword they fell,
Nor cry nor plaint expressed;
For patience kept the conscious mind,
And armed the fearless breast.

3 What tongue can tell the crown prepared
The martyr's brow to grace?
His shining robe, his joys unknown,
Before thy glorious face?

Vouchsafe us, Lord, if such thy will,

Clear skies and seasons calm;

If not, the martyr's cross to bear,
And win the martyr's palm.