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The Church's Sins charged upon Christ.—2 Cor. v. 21.
The Lord my Saviour is;

For me he shed his blood;
And shall I scorn his name to own?

Forbid it, mighty God!
With me upon his heart,

He stoop'd to bleed and die;
And when my guilt was to him charged,

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;
Then let my heart, my soul, my tongue,

His dying love repeat.]

The Lord's Supper.-1 Cor. x. 16, 17.
WITH wondering eyes, Lord, we admire

The feast prepared by grace: Come, Lord, and set our souls on fire,

And fill each heart with peace.
2 These emblems of thy precious love,

By faith may we receive;
And with a solemn pleasure prove,

We in thy name believe.
3 [No goodness of our own we bring;
We're sinners vile and base;

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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;"
To him alone the praise belongs,
And we'll adore his pame.

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The same.-John xv. 9.

ONCE more, like children, we are come,

To banquet with our God;
May each one feel himself at home,

And feast upon thy love.
2 While we receive the bread and wine,

As emblems of thy death,
Lord, raise each soul above the sign,

To feast on Christ by faith. 3 [We would not come as strangers, Lord,

Who only see the sign,
But, as the objects of Christ's love,

Would feel we're one in him.]
4 Like free-born sons, we would be free

From every legal chain;
Praise him who brought our liberty,
And ever with him reign.

“Do this in remembrance of me."-Luke xxii, 19.

O THE matchless love of God;
He hath bought our souls with blood:
Jesus, our exalted Head,
For us sigh’d, and groan'd, and bled.

2 He invites us to this feast;

Bids our souls his glories laste;
And with pleasure keep in view,

What he once for us went through. 8 Hear him speak, ye saved few,

For this word is sent to you;
You, the objects of his choice,
Listen to his saving voice:
“ This my body is, and blood;
Take, receive it, as your food;
But, as oft as this you do,

Keep your slaughter'd Lord in view. 5 [“ View him in your wretched place,

Overwhelm'd in deep disgrace:
Plunged in horror's dreadful flood,

The vindictive wrath of God.] 6 - View him, and with wonder tell,

He has vanquish'd death and hell;
Cancell'd all your sins with blood,
And will bring you home to God."

The Lord's Supper.-Luke xxiii. 46.
BELOVED, we are come
With Christ to sympathize;.
For us he has the victory won,

And we shall share the prize. 2 But O remember him;

View justice, arm’d with wrath;
The vengeance due to Zion's sin,
Stung Zion's Lord to death.

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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,
The bloody conflicts of your God;
The victories of your King.

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What solemn tidings reach our ears,

How awful and how grand;
A brother landed safe from fears,

On Canaan's happy land. 2 No clouds shall now obstruct his sun,

But all be life and peace;
With him 'tis ever, ever noon,

Nor can his joy decrease.
3 He's gone in endless bliss to dwell,

And I am left below,
To struggle with the powers of hell,

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.
5 The counsel of the Lord shall stand,

And all his will be done;
I'll therefore wait in Meshech's land,

Until he fetch me home.


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On the Death of two Friends.

'Twas grace

GRACE taught our friends to know
What rebels they had been;

redeem'd them from their woe,
And made their coascience clean.
Grace taught them to commune

With Christ the Lamb once slain; To hate the sins that made him mourn,

And put his soul to pain.
3 Grace taught their souls to sing,

Salvation through his blood;
Through grace they loved him as their King,

Their Saviour, and their God. 4 Grace must and will relieve,

From such a waste as this,
All souls that in the Lord believe,

And take them to his bliss.

Last Judgment.—2 Thess. i. 7, 8
With great and awful power,
Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
To bid his foes depart,

And take his children home:
How will the wicked quake and fear,

When they before him must appear. 2 [He comes, the world to judge,

Nor will he take a bribe;
His wrath none can escape,
But his beloved bride:


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