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5 Father of grace, accept our humble praise; Oh, let it run through everlasting days

And thou, blest Saviour, spotless Lamb of God, Accept the souls dear-ransom'd with thy blood: And to those songs from all our noble voices, In which the choir round thy bright throne rejoices.

HYMN 332. Eights and Sevens.

The Resurrection of Christ.

NEE the victorious Jesus come,

Rising

tomb,

Th' Almighty conq'ror quits the pris❜n;
And angels tell the Lord is ris'n.
Angels, angels, angels, angels,
Angels tell the Lord is ris'n.

2 Ye guilty souls that groan and grieve,
Hear the glad tidings, hear and live;
God's righteous law is satisfy'd,
And justice now is on your side.
Justice, justice, justice, justice,
Justice now is on your side.

3 Your Surety, thus releas'd by God,
Pleads the rich ransom of his blood,
No new demand, no bar remains;
But mercy now triumphant reigns.
Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy,
Mercy now triumphant reigns.
4 Believers, hail your rising Head,
See Jesus coming from the dead;
Your resurrection's sure, through his,
To endless life, and boundless bliss.
Endless, endless, endless, endless,
Endless life, and boundless bliss.

HYMN 333. L. M.

The Institution of the Lord's Supper.
Matt. xxvi. 26-29.

WAS on that night when doom'd to know,

"The eager rage of ev'ry foe;

That night in which he was betray'd,
The Saviour of the world took bread:
2 And, after thanks and glory giv❜n,
To him that rules in earth and heav'n,
That symbol of his flesh he broke,
And thus to all his foll'wers spoke :
3" My broken body thus I give,
For you, for all, take, eat, and live,
And oft the sacred rite renew,
That brings my wond'rous love to view."
4 Then in his hands the cup he rais'd,
And God anew he thank'd and prais'd;
While kindness in his bosom glow'd,
And from his lips salvation flow'd.

5 "My blood I thus pour forth, he cries,
To cleanse the soul, in sin that lies;
In this the covenant is seal'd,

And heav'n's eternal grace reveal'd.
6" With love of man this cup is fraught,
Let all partake the sacred draught,
Through latest ages let it pour,
In mem❜ry to my dying hour."

HYMN 334. L. M.

Christ's Dying, Rising, and Reigning.
E dies! the Friend of sinners dies!

HL, Salem's daughters weep around!

A solemn darkness veils the skies!
A sudden trembling shakes the ground!

2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two,
For him who groan'd beneath your load;
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood!
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for men!
But lo! what sudden joys we see!
Jesus the dead revives again!

4 The rising God forsakes the tomb !
Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great deliv'rer reigns!
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led devouring death in chains!
6 Say, "live for ever, wond'rous King,
Born to redeem, and strong to save!"
Then sing," O death, where is thy sting?
And where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"

YE

HYMN 335. C. M.

An Invitation to the Gospel Feast.
Luke xiv. 22.

E wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast!

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For ev'ry humble guest.

2 See, Jesus stands with open arms He calls, he bids you come;

;

Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But see, there yet is room.

3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart;
There love and pity meet;

Nor will he bid the soul depart,
That trembles at his feet.
4' In him, the Father reconcil'd,
Invites your souls to come;
The rebel shall be call'd a child,
And kindly welcom❜d home.

5 Oh, come, and with his children, taste The blessings of his love;

While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

6 There, with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,

Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,

In ecstacies unknown.

7 And yet ten thousand thousand more,
Are welcome still to come :
Ye longing souls, the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room.

HYMN 336. C. M.

Praise to the Redeemer.

H, for a thousand tongues to sing

O'My dear Reflectors praise!

The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!

2 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,

To spread through all the earth abroad The honors of thy name.

3 Jesus, the name that calms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; "Tis music in the sinner's ears; 'Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the pow'r of reigning sin, He sets the pris'ner free;

His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood avail'd for me.

5 Let us obey, we then shall know,
Shall feel our sins forgiv❜n;
Anticipate our heav'n below,
And own that love is heav'n.

HYMN 337. S. M.

The Spirit, the Water, and the Blood. 1 John v. 6.

LET all our tongues be one

To praise our God on high,
Who from his bosom sent his Son
To bring 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.
4 My Saviour's pierced side
Pour'd down a double flood;
By water we are purify'd,
And pardon'd by the blood.
5 Infinite was our guilt,

But he, our Priest, atones;
On the cold ground his life was spilt,
And offer'd with his groans.

6 Look up, my soul, to him,
Whose death was thy desert,

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