2 And still more freshly in the mind Store up the hopes sublime Which then were born for all mankind, So blessed was the time; And, underneath these hallowed eaves, A Saviour will be born In every heart that him receives, On his triumphal morn. 452. 7s. M. Grant. The Garden of Gethsemane. 1 Jesus, while he dwelt below, As divine historians say, To a place would often go, Near to Kedron's brook that lay: In this place he loved to be, And 'twas named Gethsemane. 2 'Twas a garden, as we read, At the foot of Olivet, Low and proper to be made The Redeemer's lone retreat: When from noise he would be free, Then he sought Gethsemane. 3 Thither, by their Master brought, His disciples likewise came; There the heavenly truths he taught Often set their hearts on flame: Therefore they, as well as he, Visited Gethsemane. 4 Oft conversing here they sat; Or might join with Christ in prayer; O, what blest devotion that, When the Lord himself is there! All things there did so agree To endear Gethsemane. 5 Full of love to man's lost race, On the conflict much he thought; This he knew the destined place, And he loved the sacred spot: Therefore Jesus chose to be Often in Gethsemane. 453. C. M. C. Wesley. The Communion of Saints. 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 Thou death's flood its waves divide, And land us safe in heaven. 454. C. M. Watts. Law and Love. 1 Not to the terrors of the Lord, The tempest, fire, and smoke; Not to the thunder of that word Which God on Sinai spoke;-- 2 But we are come to Zion's hill, The city of our God, Where milder words declare His will, And spread His love abroad. 3 Behold the great, the glorious host Of angels, clothed in light! Behold the spirits of the just, Whose faith is turned to sight! 4 In such society as this, My weary soul would rest; For he who dwells where Jesus is Must be forever blest. 455. P. M. J. H. Perkins. Prayer and Labor.