Then took the cup and bless'd the wine;
""Tis the new cov'nant in my blood."
4" Do this, he cry'd, 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

The marriage-supper of the Lamb.]

738. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Christ the Bread of Life. John vi. 31, 35, 9. LESS'D be the Lord, that gives his flesh To nourish dying men;

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And often spreads his table fresh,

Lest we should faint again.

2 Our souls shall draw their heav'nly breath,
While Jesus finds supplies:

Nor shall our graces sink to death,
For Jesus never dies.

3 [Daily our mortal flesh decays,
But Christ our life shall come;
His unresisted pow'r shall raise
Our bodies from the tomb.]

739. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Divine Love making a Feast, and calling in the Guests. Luke xiv. 14, 22, 23.

OW sweet and awful is the place

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With Christ within the doors,

While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores!

2 Here every bowel of our God
With soft compassion rolls;

Here peace and pardon, bought with blood,
Is food for dying souls.

9 [While all our hearts and all our songs
Join to admire the feast,

Each of us cry with thankful tongues,
"Lord, why was I a guest?

4 "Why was I made to hear thy voice,
"And enter while there's room;

"When thousands make a wretched choice, "And rather starve than come!"]

5 'Twas the same Love that spread the feast,
That sweetly forc'd us in;
Else we had still refus'd to taste,
And perish'd in our sin.

6 [Pity the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.
7 We long to see thy churches full,
That all thy chosen race

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May with one voice, and heart and soul, Sing thy redeeming grace.]

SEASONS.

740. L. M. Dr. Watts.

Summer and Winter.

Psalm cxlvii.

A Song for Great Britain.

BRITAIN, praise thy mighty God, And make his honours known abroad; He bade the ocean round thee flow; Not bars of brass could guard thee so. 2 Thy children are secure and blest; Thy shores have peace, thy cities rest; He feeds thy sons with finest wheat, And adds his blessing to their meat. 3 Thy changing seasons he ordains, Thine early and thy latter rains: His flakes of snow like wool he sends, And thus the springing corn_defends. 4 With hoary frost he strews the ground; His hail descends with clatt'ring sound: Where is the man so vainly bold, That dares defy his dreadful cold? 5 He bids the southern breezes blow; The ice dissolves, the waters flow: But he hath nobler works and ways, To call the Britons to his praise. To all the isle his laws are shown; His gospel through the nation known: He hath not thus reveal'd his word To ev'ry land: praise ye the Lord.

741. C. M. Dr. Watts.

The Seasons of the Year. Ps. cxlvii.
WITH songs and honours sounding loud,

1W Address the Lord on high;

Over the heav'ns he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.

2 He sends his show'rs of blessings down
To cheer the plains below;

He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.

3 He gives the grazing ox his meat;
He hears the raven's cry;

But man, who tastes his finest wheat,
Should raise his honours high.

4 His steady counsels change the face
Of the declining year;

He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wint'ry days appear.

5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

6 When from his dreadful stores on high
He pours the rattling hail,

The wretch that dares his God defy,
Shall find his courage fail.

7 He sends his word, and melts the snow;
The fields no longer mourn:

He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

8 The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word:

With songs and honours sounding loud,
Praise ye the sov'reign Lord.

FUNERAL

742. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches. Ps. xlix. 6-14.

1 WHY doth the man of riches grow

WTo insolence and pride,

To see his wealth and honours flow
With every rising tide?

2 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,

Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.

3 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The tim'rous and the brave,

Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.

4 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
"My house shall ever stand:

"And that my naine may long abide,
"I'll give it to my land."

5 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost;
How soon his mem'ry dies!
His name is written in the dust
Where his own carcase lies.

6 This is the folly of their way:
And yet their sons, as vain,
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.

743. L. M. Dr. Watts.

Man's Mortality and Christ's Eternity.
Psalın cii. 23-28

is the Lord Jehovah's hand

1IT Weakens our strength amidst the race;

Disease and death at his command
Arrest us, and cut short our days.

2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,
Nor let our sun go down at noon;
Thy years are one eternal day,

And must thy children die so soon? 3 Yet, in the midst of death and grief, This thought our sorrow shall assuage; "Our Father and our Saviour live; "Christ is the same thro' ev'ry age." 4 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid; Heav'n is the building of his hand; This earth grows old, these heav'ns shall fade And all be chang'd at his command.

5 The starry curtains of the sky

Like garments shall be laid aside;

But still thy throne stands firm and high;
Thy church for ever must abide.

Before thy face thy church shall live,

And on thy throne thy children refgn; 9 D

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This dying world sha!! they survive,
And the dead saints be rais'd again.
744. L. M. Dr. Watts.
Man vain and mortal. Job iv. 17-21.

SHALL the vile race of flesh and blood
Contend with their Creator, God?
Shall mortal worms presume to be
More holy, wise, or just than he?
2 Behold he puts his trust in none
Of all the spirits round his throne;
Their natures, when compar'd with his,
Are neither holy, just, nor wise.

8 But how much meaner things are they
Who spring from dust, and dwell in clay !
Touch'd by the finger of thy wrath,
We faint and perish like the moth.
4 From night to day, from day to night,
We die by thousands in thy sight;
Bury'd in dust whole nations lie
Like a forgotten vanity.

5 Almighty Pow'r, to thee we bow:
How trail are we! how glorious thou!
No more the sons of earth shall dare
With an eternal God compare.

RESURRECTION.

745. L. M. Dr. Watts.

Courage in Death, and Hope of the Resur

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VIEN God is nigh, my faith is strong,
His arm is my almighty prop:

Be glad my heart, rejoice my tongue,
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.

2 Thongh in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God. thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,

Nor lose thy children in the grave.

3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,

Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way,
Up to thy throne above the sky.

4 There streams of endless pleasure flow;
And full discoveries of thy grace,