HYMN 2. S. M. Dover. [*]

Communion with Christ and with Saints. 1 Cor. x. 16,17.

1 [TESUS invites his saints

JES

To meet around his board; Here pardoned rebels sit, and hold Communion with their Lord. 2 For food he gives his flesh; He bids us drink his blood: Amazing favour! matchless grace— Of our descending God!] 3 This holy bread and wine Maintain our fainting breath, By union with our living Lord, And interest in his death. 4 Our heavenly Father calls Christ and his members one ; e We the young children of his love, And he the First-born Son.

5 We are but several parts
Of the same broken bread;
One body hath its several limbs,
But Jesus is the head.

o 6 Let all our powers be joined,
His glorious Name to raise :

Pleasure and love fill every mind,
And every voice be praise.

HYMN 3. C. M.

York. [*]

The New Covenant sealed.

1 "THE promise of my Father's love
Shall stand forever good"-
e 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 The light, and strength, and pardoning grace,
And glory shall be mine;

My life and soul, my heart and flesh,

And all my powers are thine.

4 I call that legacy my own, Which Jesus did bequeath;

p 'Twas purchased with a dying groan, And ratified in death.

o 5 Sweet is the memory of his name,
Who blessed us in his will;
And to his testament of love.
Made his own life the seal.

C. M.

HYMN 4. C. M.

Canterbury. [b]

Christ's dying Love.

H Was God's eternal Son!

OW condescending, and how kind

e Our misery reached his heavenly mind,
And pity brought him down.

e 2 [When Justice, by our sins provoked,
Drew forth his dreadful sword;
-He gave his soul up to the stroke,
Without a murmuring word.]

P

3 He sunk beneath our heavy woes, To raise us to his throne:

-There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows, e But cost his heart a groan.

4 This was compassion like a God-
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

o 5 Now, though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great:

e Well he remembers CalvaryNor let his saints forget.

e 6 [Here we behold his bowels roll, As kind as when he died;

p And see the sorrows of his soul,
Bleed through his wounded side.
-7 Here we receive repeated seals
Of Jesus' dying love:

Hard is the wretch who never feels
One soft affection move.]

p 8 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record;

-And, with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

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HYMN 5. C. M.

Barby. [*]

Christ the Bread of Life. John vi. 31, 35, 39.

1LET us adore th' eternal Word.

"Tis he our souls hath fed:

-Thou art the living stream, O Lord,
And thou th' immortal bread

2 [The manna came from lower skies,
But Jesus from above;

Where the fresh springs of pleasure rise,
And rivers flow with love.

3 The Jews, the fathers, died at last,
Who ate the heavenly bread;
But these provisions which we taste,
Can raise us from the dead.]

o 4 Blest be the Lord, who gives his flesh,
To nourish dying men;

And often spreads his table fresh,

Lest we should faint again.

-5 Our souls shall draw their heavenly breath, While Jesus finds supplies;

Nor shall our graces sink to death,

For Jesus never dies.

e 6 Daily our mortal flesh decays,
But Christ our life shall come;
His unresisted power shall raise
Our bodies from the tomb.

HYMN 6. L. M. Bath. [*] The Memorial of our absent Lord. John xvi. 16. Luke xxii. 19. John xiv. 3.

JESUS's gone above the skies,

Where our weak senses reach him not.

e 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.
o 3 The Lord of life this table spread,
With his own flesh and dying blood;
We on the rich provision feed,
And taste the wine, and bless our God.
4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,
And earth grow less in our esteem;
o Christ and his love fill every thought,
And faith and hope be fixed on him.
-5 Whilst he is absent from our sight,
o 'Tis to prepare our souls a place,

That we may dwell in heavenly light,
g And live forever near his face.
-6 [Our eyes look upwards to the hills.
Whence our returning Lord shall come :

We wait thy chariot's awful wheels,
To fetch our longing spirits home.]

HYMN 7. L. M. Gloucester. [b] Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ. Gal.vi.14.

1

WHEN I survey the wondrous cross,

On which the Prince of glory died,

My richest gain, I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.
e 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God
-All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to thy blood.

e 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
e 4 (His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
-Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.)

o 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love, so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.] `

HYMN 8. C. M. Bethlehem. [*]
The Tree of Life.

COME,

OME, let us join a joyful tune,
To our exalted Lord:

Ye saints on high, around his throne,
And we around his board.

e 2 While once upon this lower ground,
Weary and faint ye stood;

-What dear refreshment here ye found,
From this immortal food.

o 3 The tree of life, that, near the throne,
In heaven's high garden grows;
Laden with grace, bends gently down
Its ever-smiling boughs.

4 (Hovering among the leaves, there stands
The sweet celestial Dove;

And Jesus on the branches hangs

The banner of his love.)

5 ("Tis a young heaven of strange delight While in his shade we sit;

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His fruit is pleasing to the sight,

And to the taste as sweet.

6 New life it spreads through dying hearts,
And cheers the drooping mind;
Vigor and joy the juice imparts,
Without a sting behind.)

7 Now let the flaming weapon stand,
And guard all Eden's trees:
There's ne'er a plant in all that land,
That bears such fruit as these.

8 Infinite grace our souls adore,
Whose wondrous hand has made
This living branch of sovereign power
To raise and heal the dead.]

HYMN 9. S. M. Watchman. [*]

The Spirit, the Water, and the Blood.
ET all our tongues be one,
To praise our God on high,

Who from his bosom sent his Son,
To fetch us strangers nigh.
2 Nor let our voices cease
To sing the Saviour's name;
Jesus, th' Ambassador of peace,
How cheerfully he came !
3 It cost him cries and tears,
To bring us near to God;
Great was our debt, and he appears
To make the payment good.

e 4 (My Saviour's pierced side
Poured out a double flood;

g

e

-By water we are purified,
And pardoned by the blood.
5 Infinite was our guilt,
But he our Priest atones;
On the cold ground his life was spilt,
And offered up with groans.)
6 Look up, my soul, to him

Whose death was thy desert;
And humbly view the living stream
Flow from his breaking heart.
7 There, on the cursed tree,
In dying pangs he lies!
Fulfills his Father's great decree,
And all our wants supplies.
8 Thus the Redeemer came,
By water and by blood:

1 John v. 6.