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And when the Spirit speaks the same,
We feel his witness good.

9 While the eternal Three

Bear their record above;

e Here I believe he dy'd for me,
And seal'd my Saviour's love.
10 (Lord cleanse my soul from sin,
Nor let thy grace depart;
-Great Comforter, abide within,
And witness to my heart.)

HYMN 10. L. M. Green's. [*]

Christ Crucified, the Wisdom and Power of God. 1 ATURE with open volume stands,

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To spread her Maker's praise abroad. And ev'ry labour of his hands

d Shews something worthy of a God :—
o 2 But in the grace that rescu'd man,
His brightest form of glory shines;
p Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn,
In precious blood and crimson lines.
o 3 (Here his whole Name appears complete;
--Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove,
Which of the letters best is writ,

• The pow'r, the wisdom, or the love.)
e 4 Here I behold his inmost heart,

Where grace and vengeance strangely join;
Piercing his Son with sharpest smart,
To make the purchas'd pleasures mine.
o 5 Oh! the sweet wonders of that cross,
Where God, the Saviour, lov'd and dy'd!
Her noblest life, my spirit draws,
From his dear wounds and bleeding side.
o 6 I would for ever speak his name,
In sounds to mortal ears unknown;
With angels join to praise the Lamb,.
g And worship at his Father's throne.

HYMN 11. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
Pardon brought to our Senses.

1 LORD, how divine thy comforts are!

How heav'nly is the place, Where Jesus spreads the sacred feasts

Of his redeeming grace!

2 There the rich bounties of our God,
And sweetest glories shine;

There Jesus says that I am his,

And my Beloved's mine.

3 Here (says the kind redeeming Lord
And shews his wounded side)

See here the spring of all your joys,
That open'd when I dy'd!

4 He smiles, and cheers my mournful heart, And tells of all his pain:

All this, says he, I bore for thee:

And then he smiles again.

5 What shall we pay our heav'nly King,
For grace so vast as this!

He brings our pardon to our eyes,
And seals it with a kiss.

6 Let such amazing loves as these
Be sounded all abroad;

Such favours are beyond degrees,
And worthy of a God.

7 To Him who wash'd us in his blood,
Be everlasting praise;
Salvation, honour, glory, pow'r,
Eternal as his days.]

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HYMN 12. L. M.

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Sicilian. [b*]

The Gospel Feast. Luke xiv, 16, &c.
OW rich are thy provisions, Lord!
Thy table, furnish'd from above!
The fruits of life o'erspread the board,
The cup o'erflows with heav'nly love.
2 Thine ancient family, the Jews,
Were first invited to the feast:
We humbly take what they refuse.*
And Gentiles thy salvation taste.

3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame;
And help was far, and death was nigh!
But at the gospel call, we came,
And ev'ry want receiv'd supply.

4 From the high way that leads to hell,
From paths of darkness and despair,
Lord, we are come with thee to dwell,
Glad to enjoy thy presence here.]

5 What shall we pay th' eternal Son,
Who left the heav'n of his abode-

And to this wretched earth came down, To bring us wand'rers back to God! 6 It cost him death, to save our lives; To buy our souls it cost his own; And all the unknown joys he gives, Were bought with agonies unknown. o 7 Our everlasting love is due

To him who ransom'd sinners lost; e And pitied rebels, when he knew The vast expense his love would cost.

HYMN 13. C. M. Zion. Hymn 2d. [*] Divine Love making a Feast, and calling in the GuestsLuke xiv, 17, 22, 23.

b1H With Christ within the doors

TOW sweet and awful is the place,

-While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores!

e 2 [Here ev'ry bowel of our God,
With soft compassion rolls;

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

o 3 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?"

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66 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 ?"

o 5 'Twas the same love that spread the feast That sweetly forc'd us in;

e 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;

o Send thy victorious word abroad, And bring the strangers home.

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-7 We long to see thy churches full,
That all the chosen race

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

HYMN 14. L. M. Shoel. [*]

The Song of Simeon: Luke ii, 28; or, a Sight of Christ, makes death easy.

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OW have our hearts embrac'd our God,
We would forget all earthly charms,

And wish to die, as Simeon would,

With his young Saviour in his arms.
2 Our lips would learn that joyful song,
Were but our hearts prepar'd like his :
"Our souls still waiting to be gone,
"And at thy word depart in peace.
3 "Here we have seen thy face, O Lord,
"And view'd salvation with our eyes-
"Tasted and felt the living word,

"The bread descending from the skies.
4 "Thou hast prepar'd this dying Lamb,
"Hast set his blood before our face-
"To teach the terrours of thy Name,
"And shew the wonders of thy grace.
o 5"He is our light-our morning Star
"Shall shine on nations yet unknown;
"The glory of thine Israel here,
"And joy of spirits near the throne."

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HYMN 15. C. M. Zion. [*]

Our Lord Jesus at his own Table.

Twakes a thankful tongue :

HE mem'ry of our dying Lord

How rich he spread his royal board,
And bless'd the food and sung.
2 Happy the men who eat this bread!
But doubly bless'd was he,
Who gently bow'd his loving head,
And lean'd it, Lord, on thee.

3 By faith the same delights we taste,
As that great fav'rite did;

And sit, and lean on Jesus' breast,
And take the heav'nly bread.

4 Down from the palace of the skies,
Hither the King descends;
"Come, my beloved, eat (he cries)
"And drink salvation, friends.

5 "My flesh is food and physic too,
"A balm for all your pains,

"And the red streams of pardon flow

"From these my pierced veins." 6 Hosanna to his bounteous love, For such a feast below!

And yet he feeds his saints above,
With nobler blessings too.

7 Come, the dear day, the glorious hour,
That brings our souls to rest;

Then we shall need these types no more,
But dwell at th' heav'nly feast.]

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HYMN 16. C. M. Canterbury. [*b]
The Agonies of Christ.

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OW let our pains be all forgot,
Our hearts no more repine;
Our suff'rings are not worth a thought,
Lord, when compar'd with thine.
2 In lively figures here we see
The bleeding Prince of Love;
Each of us hopes he dy'd for me,
And then our griefs remove.

3 Our humble faith here takes her rise,
While sitting round his board;
And back to Calvary she flies,

To view her groaning Lord.
e 4 His soul, what agonies it felt
When his own God withdrew;
And the large load of all our guilt,
Lay heavy on him too.

-5 But the Divinity within,
Supported him to bear:

o Dying, he conquer'd hell and sin! And made his triumph there.

g 6 Grace, wisdom, justice, join'd and wro't
The wonders of that day;

No mortal tongue, nor mortal thought,
Can equal thanks repay.

o 7 Our hymns should sound like those above,
Could we our voices raise;

e Yet, Lord, our hearts shall all be love,

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And all our lives be praise.]

HYMN 17. S. M. St. Thomas's. [*] Incomparable Food: or, the Flesh and Blood of Christ.

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WE sing th' amazing deeds,

That grace Divine performs;

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