1 Throughout the hours of darkness dim, Still let us watch and raise the hymn; And in deep midnight's awful calm, Pour forth the soul in deepest psalm. 2 Amid the silence, else so drear, Think the Almighty leans to hear; Well pleased to list, at such a time, The wakeful heart, in praise sublime. 3 Still watch and pray and raise the hymn, Throughout the hours of darkness dim! God will not spurn the humblest guest, But give us of His holy rest. 4 Glory to God, who is in heaven! Praise to His blessed Son be given! Thee, holy spirit, we implore, Be with us now and evermore! 560. 7s. M. Wesleyan. Communion Hymn. 1 Jesus, we thy promise claim; We are met in thy dear name; In the midst do thou appear, Manifest thy presence here! Sanctify us, Lord, and bless; Breathe thy spirit, give thy peace; Thou thyself within us move; Make our feast a feast of love! 2 Give to us thy humble mind, Patient, fearless, just and kind; Meek and lowly let us be, Full of goodness, full of thee. Still, O Lord, our faith increase, Give to us the fruits of peace, Utterly abolish sin, Write thy law of love within. 3 Hence may all our actions flow, Love, the proof that Christ we know; Mutual love the token be, Lord, that we have walked with thee! Love, thine image, love impart, Stamp its impress on each heart, Only love to us be given, Lord, we ask no other heaven. 561. 7s. M. Wesleyan. Communion Hymn. 1 Partners of a glorious hope, Lift your hearts and voices up! Nobly let us bear the strife, Keep the holiness, of life; 2 Still forget the things behind, Follow Christ in heart and mind, To the mark unwearied press, Seize the crown of righteousness. 3 Jesus, fill us with thy love, Never from our souls remove, Heart to heart unite and bless, Keep us in thy perfect peace! 4 In our lives our faith be known, Faith by holy actions shown; Faith that mountains can remove, Faith that always works by love. 562. 7 & 6s. M. German. O Sacred Head! 1 O sacred head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, So scornfully surrounded, With thorns thine only crown; How art thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How do those features languish Which once were fair as morn! 2 What language shall I borrow To thank thee, dearest friend, For this thy dying sorrow, This love that knew no end! O, make me thine forever! And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never, Outlive my love to thee!