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And hasten on the glorious day,

When we shall meet to part no more.

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HYMN 473, L. M. 473

The Lord's Supper instituted. р 1

WAS on that dark-that doleful night,

When powers of earth and hell arose,

Against the Son of God's delight, р

And friends betrayed him to his foes :2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and blessed, and brake: What love through all his actions ran!

What wondrous words of grace he spake ! 3 This is my body, broke for sin ;

Receive and eat the living food :”—
Then took the cup, and blessed the wine,-

“'T is the new covenant in my blood."
4. “Do this,” he cried, “ till time shall end,

In mem'ry of your dying friend;
Meet, at my table, and record

The love of your departed Lord.”
5 Jesus ! thy feast we celebrate;

We show thy death, we sing thy name, < Till thou return, and we shall eat mf The marriage supper of the Lamb.

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HYMN 474, C. M. 474

The new Covenant sealed.
TIe promise of my Father's love

Shall stand for ever good:
He said-and gave his soul to death,

And sealed the grace with blood.
2 To this dear covenant of thy word,

I set my worthless name;
I seal th’ engagement to my Lord,

And make my humble claim.
3 I call that legacy my own,

Which Jesus did bequeath;

'T was purchased with a dying groan, mp

And ratified in death. 4 The light and strength, the pard’ning grace,

And glory shall be mine:


My life and soul, my heart and flesh,

And all my powers are thine.


HYMN 475, 78.

Sacramental Emblems.

READ of heaven! on thee I feed,

For thy flesh is meat indeed ;
Ever may my soul be fed,
With the true and living bread;
Day by day with strength supplied,

Through the life of him that died.
2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies

This blest cup of sacrifice;

'T is thy wounds, my healing give; mp To thy cross I look and live :

Thou, my life! Oh! let me be inf Rooted, grafted, built on thee.





HYMN 476, L. M.

The Memorials of Grace.
1 ESUS 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,

Apt to forget his lovely face;
And, to refresh our minds, he gave

These kind memorials of his grace.
3 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem;

Christ and his love fill every thought, mf And faith and hope be fixed on him. 4 While he is absent from our sight,

'T is to prepare our souls a place,

That we may dwell in heavenly light, mf And live for ever near his face. 477

HYMN 477, s. M.
Communion with Christ and with Saints.
JESUS invites his saints,

To meet around his board:
Here pardoned rebels sit, and hold

Communion with their Lord.


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aft 3 This was compassion, like a God,

That, when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was liis blood,

His pity ne'er withdrew. mf 4 Now, though he reigns exalted high,

His love is still as great ;
Well he remembers Calvary,

Nor lets his saints forget.
тр 5 Here, let our hearts begin to melt,

While we his death record, mf And, with our joy for pardoned guilt, p> Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

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HYMN 480, L. M. 480

The Day of Espousals. mf 1

JESUS, thou everlasting King !

Accept the tribute that we bring;

Accept the well-deserved renown, < And wear our praises as thy crown.

2 Let every act of worship be,

Like our espousals, Lord! to thee;
Like the dear hour, when, froin above,

We first received thy pledge of love, mf 3. The gladness of that happy day

Our hearts would wish it long to stay ;
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,

Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold. 4 Each foll'wing minute, as it flies,

Increase thy praise, improve our joys;
Till we are raised to sing thy name,
At the great supper of the Lamb.

HYMN 481, C. M.
1 LORD! at thy table

, we behold The wonders of thy grace; But most of all admire, that we

Should find a welcome place. aft 2 We, who were all defiled with sin,

And rebels to our God;
We, who have crucified thy Son,

And trampled on his blood ;

Humble Communion with Christ.


3 What strange, surprising grace is this,

That we, so lost, have room?
Jesus our weary souls invites,

And freely bids us come.
4 Ye saints below, and hosts above!

Join all your sacred powers ;
No theme is like redeeming love,

No Saviour is like ours.

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HYMN 482, C. M.

The triumphal Feast.
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COME, let us lift our yoices high-

as our
And join the songs above the sky,

Where pleasure never dies. mf 2 Jesus, our God, invites us here,

To this triumphal feast;
And brings immortal blessings down,

For each redeeméd guest.
3 Victorious God! what can we pay

For favors so divine ?
We would devote our hearts away,

To be for ever thine.
4 We give thee, Lord ! our highest praise-

The tribute of our tongues ;
But themes, so infinite as these,

Exceed our noblest songs.

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HYMN 483, C. M. 483

The Gospel Feast.

With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays

The choicest of her stores!
2 While all our hearts, and all our songs,

Join to admire the feast,

Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, P

“Lord! why was I a guest ?
8“ Why was I made to hear thy voice,

And enter while there's room,

When thousands make a wretched choice, mp And rather starve than come ?"

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