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For me he shed his blood;
Forbid it, mighty God!
He stoop'd to bleed and die;
The charge did not deny. 3 The debt, though great, he paid,
That I might be set free; No charge against me can be brought,
For Jesus died for me. 4 [’Midst all his vast concerns,
He could not me forget;
His dying love repeat.]
The Lord's Supper.-1 Cor. x. 16, 17.
The feast prepared by grace: Come, Lord, and set our souls on fire,
And fill each heart with peace.
By faith may we receive;
We in thy name believe.
Christ is our all; of Christ we sing;
And long to see his face.] 4 O may we each, with heart and tongue,
Sing, “Worthy is the Lamb;"
The same.-John xv. 9.
ONCE more, like children, we are come,
To banquet with our God;
And feast upon thy love.
As emblems of thy death,
To feast on Christ by faith. 3 [We would not come as strangers, Lord,
Who only see the sign,
Would feel we're one in him.]
From every legal chain;
“Do this in remembrance of me."-Luke xxii, 19.
O THE matchless love of God;
2 He invites us to this feast;
Bids our souls his glories laste;
What he once for us went through. 8 Hear him speak, ye saved few,
For this word is sent to you;
Keep your slaughter'd Lord in view. 5 [“ View him in your wretched place,
Overwhelm'd in deep disgrace:
The vindictive wrath of God.] 6 - View him, and with wonder tell,
He has vanquish'd death and hell;
The Lord's Supper.-Luke xxiii. 46.
And we shall share the prize. 2 But O remember him;
View justice, arm’d with wrath;
3 In miseries great he sigh'd;
He groan'd; he cried; he bled; He sunk in wrath's tremendous tide,
And, dying, bow'd his head. 4 Christians, repeat his love;
With solemn pleasure sing,
What solemn tidings reach our ears,
How awful and how grand;
On Canaan's happy land. 2 No clouds shall now obstruct his sun,
But all be life and peace;
Nor can his joy decrease.
And I am left below,
Till Jesus bids me go. 4 Though he's more happy, I'm secure;
God's promise cannot fail; O may I patiently endure
My heavenly Father's will.
And all his will be done;
Until he fetch me home.
On the Death of two Friends.
GRACE taught our friends to know
redeem'd them from their woe,
With Christ the Lamb once slain; To hate the sins that made him mourn,
And put his soul to pain.
Salvation through his blood;
Their Saviour, and their God. 4 Grace must and will relieve,
From such a waste as this,
And take them to his bliss.
Last Judgment.—2 Thess. i. 7, 8
And take his children home:
When they before him must appear. 2 [He comes, the world to judge,
Nor will he take a bribe;