May every heart confess Thy Name,
And ever Thee adore;
And loving Thee, itself inflame

To love Thee more and more.

JESU! our only Joy be Thou,
As Thou our Prize wilt be;
JESU, be Thou our Glory now,
And through eternity.

HYMN II.

"Having loved His own which were in the world, He loved them unto the end."

My JESU! wherefore didst Thou love
Such worthless things as we ?
Why is Thy Heart still set on us,
Who seldom think on Thee?

Thy Bounty gives us all we have,
And we Thy Gifts abuse;
Thy Bounty gives us even Thyself,
And we Thyself refuse.

Alas! dear LORD, I cannot love,
Unless Thou draw my heart-
Thou Who so kindly mak'st me know,
O make me do my part.

Still do Thou love me, O my LORD,
That I may still love Thee;
Still make me love Thee, O my Gov,
That Thou mayest still love me.

Thus may my GOD and my poor soul
Still one another love,

Till I depart from this low world
To enjoy my GoD above.

THURSDAY.

(The day of the week upon which our Blessed Lord instituted the Holy Communion.)

"LORD, evermore give us this Bread."

Sing we that blest Body broken,
Giv'n to be our heavenly food;
And the Word Almighty spoken,
Which hath made the wine His Blood,
His true presence to betoken,

And our holy brotherhood.

Born for us, and for us given,
Of a Virgin undefil'd,
Scattering precious seed from Heaven,
Sojourn'd He in this world's wild;
And on that remember'd even,
His appointed course fulfill'd.

Meekly to the law complying,
He had finish'd its commands,
And to them, at supper lying,

Gave Himself, with His own Hands;
A memorial of His dying,

Hence to be unto all lands.

'Tis His Word to our receiving
Makes the bread His Flesh to be,
And the wine, our sins relieving,
Blood that flow'd upon the Tree;
Though not seeing, yet believing,
Take we the Great Mystery.

Unto this His presence veiled,

Draw we now with hearts bowed low,
All that Ancient rites entailed

Yield to higher blessings now;
Earthly touch and sight have failed-
Faith adores, nor questions how. Amen.

FRIDAY.

(Which we observe every week in Memory of GOOD FRIDAY.)

HYMN I.

"That I may know Him, and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being made conformable unto His death."

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the Cross I spend ;
Life and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.
Here I'll kneel, for ever viewing
Mercy's streams in streams of Blood;
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with GOD.

Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears His Feet I'll bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,

Life deriving from His Death.
May I still enjoy this feeling;
In all need to JESUS go;

Prove His Wounds each day more healing,
And Himself more fully know.

Truly blessed is the station,
Low before His Cross to lie,
While I see Divine compassion
Floating in His languid Eye.
LORD, in ceaseless contemplation,
Fix my heart and eyes on Thine,
Till I taste Thy whole salvation,
Where unveil'd Thy glories shine.

HYMN II.

"He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed."

"In Whom we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins."

O'erwhelmed in depths of woe,
Upon the tree of scorn
Behold the SAVIOUR of mankind,
With racking anguish torn.

See how the nails those hands

And feet so tender rend;

See! down His face, and neck, and breast

His sacred Blood descend.

Hark! with what awful cry

His Spirit takes its flight;

That cry, it pierced His mother's heart,1
And whelmed her soul in night.

1 "A sword shall pierce through thine own soul also."

The sun withdraws his light;
The mid-day heavens grow pale;
The moon, the stars, the universe,
Their Maker's death bewail.

Shall man alone be mute?

Come, youth and hoary hairs!
Come, rich and poor! come, all mankind,
And bathe those Feet in tears.

Come fall before His Cross,

Who shed for us His Blood;
Who died the Victim of pure love,
To make us sons of GOD.

THOU ART A PLACE TO HIDE ME IN.

"In that day there shall be a fountain opened for sin and for uncleanness."

"One of the soldiers with a spear pierced His side, and forthwith came thereout blood and water."

Rock of Ages! cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the Water and the Blood,

From Thy wounded side which flow'd,

Be of sin the double cure;

Save from wrath, and make me pure.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy Cross I cling,
Could my tears for ever flow,
Could my zeal no languor know,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.