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And hasten on the glorious day,

When we shall meet to part no more.

HYMN 473, L. M. 473

The Lord's Supper instituted. р 1

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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.
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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:

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My life and soul, my heart and flesh,

And all my powers are thine.

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HYMN 475, 78.
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Sacramental Emblems.
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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.

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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.

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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-

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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.
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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 ?"