COMMUNION HYMN.

Blest Lord, and is Thy table spread ?
And doth Thy cup with love o'erflow ?
Thither be all Thy children led,

And may they each Thy sweetness know. Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes! Rich banquet of His flesh and blood! Thrice happy he who here partakes This sacred stream, this heav'nly food.

Why are its dainties all in vain

Before unwilling hearts display'd?
Was not for you the Victim slain ?
Are you forbid the children's bread?

Oh! let Thy table honoured be,
And furnish'd well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes!

Let crowds approach with hearts prepar'd,
With hearts inflam'd let all attend;
Nor, when we leave our Father's board,
The pleasure or the profit end.

Revive Thy fainting Church, O Lord,
And bid our drooping graces live;

And more, that energy afford,
A Saviour's blood alone can give.

HARVEST HYMN.

O nation, Christian nation,
Lift high the hymn of praise;
The God of our salvation
Is love in all His ways.
He blesseth us, and feedeth
Ev'ry creature of His hand;
To succour him that needeth,
And gladden all the land.

Rejoice, ye happy people,

And peal the changing chime
From ev'ry belfried steeple,
In symphony sublime;
Let cottage and let palace
Be thankful and rejoice,
And woods and hills and valleys
Re-echo the glad voice.

Gaze round in deep emotion;
The rich and ripen'd grain
Is like a golden ocean,

Becalm'd upon the plain;
And we who late were weepers,
Lest judgment should destroy,
Now sing because the reapers
Are come again with joy.

Tupper.

O praise the Lord that giveth,
And giveth evermore,
To ev'ry soul that liveth
Abundance flowing o'er.
For ev'ry soul He filleth

With manna from above,
And over all distilleth

The unction of His love.

Then gather, Christians, gather,
To praise with heart and voice
The good Almighty Father,
Who biddeth us rejoice;

For He hath turned the sadness
Of His children into mirth;
And we will sing with gladness
The harvest home of earth.

CHRISTMAS HYMN.

Hark! I hear the joyful tidings,
From the heavenly throne on high :
Shining angels now assembling,
Brighten all the azure sky.

Hark! I hear them now proclaiming,
Christ in Bethlehem is born;
Join to praise the great Redeemer,
Praise and hail the happy morn.

Lo! He slumbers in a manger, Guarded by the shining train; Watchful shepherds, there attending, Leave their flocks on yonder plain.

Shine, O Zion! for the glory

Of the Lord is risen on thee; Lift thy voice and sound Jehovalı, Praise to all eternity.

ANTHEM.

(Collect for the First Sunday-in Advent.)

Chapple.

Almighty God, give us grace, that we may cast away the works of darkness, and put upon us the armour of light, now in the time of this mortal life, in which Thy Son Jesus Christ came to visit us in great humility, that in the last day, when He shall come again in His glorious Majesty, to judge both the quick and the dead, we may rise to the life immortal; through Him who liveth and reigneth with Thee and the Holy Ghost, now and ever. Amen.