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HYMN 389. L. M. 1. THIS feast was Jesus”
high behest, This cup of thanks his last request. Ye, who can feel his worth, attend :
Eat, drink, in mem’ry of your friend. 2. Around the patriot's bust ye throng;
Him ye exalt in swelling song;
Who freed from vassalaye his kind. 3. And shall not he your praises reap,
Whọ rescues from the iron sleep?"
Unbinds the captives ev'n of death? 4. Shall he, who sinful men to save,
Became a tenant of the grave,
Pass unremember'd to the skies !
To hymn the Saviour's welcome name. On earth extol his wondrous love, Repeat his praise in worlds above.
HYMN 390. S. M.
To meet around his board :
Communion with their Lord. 2. Our heav'nly Father calls
Christ and his members one; We are the children of his love,
And he the first-born Son. 3. We are but sev'ral parts
Of the same broken bread: One body with its sev'ral limbs,
But Jesus is the head. 4. Let all our pow'rs be join'd,
His glorious name to raise : Pleasure and love fill ev'ry mind, And ev'ry voice be praise !
HYMN 391. C. M.
Who round his table draw !
What his peculiar law,
Did all his actions guide:
Inspir’d by love, he died.
Your warm affections move?
That you each other love.
Like his be ev'ry mind;
And ev'ry action kind. 5. Let none, who call themselves his friends,
Disgrace the honour'd name;
HYMN 392. L. M.
Where our weak senses reach him not, And carnal objects court our eyes,
To thrust our Saviour from our thought. 2. Ile knows, what wand'ring hearts we have,
Apt to forget his lovely face;
These kind memorials of his grace.
And earth grow less in our esteem ;
And faith and hope be fix'd on him. 4. While he is absent from our sight,
'Tis to prepare our souls a place; That we may dwell in heav'nly light,
And live for ever near his face.
HYMN 393. L. M. 1. How 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. Let the vain world pronounce its shame,
And Aling their scandals on thy cause: We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his cross. 4. With joy we tell the scoffing age:
He, that was dead, hath left the tomb.
HYMN 394. L. M. 1. WE praise the Lord for heav'nly bread,
With which his favour'd sons are fed; We praise thee for that heav'nly feast,
Which Jesus with delight could taste. 2. He, while he sojourn’d here below,
Had meat which strangers could not know. That meat he to his people gives;
And he, that tastes the banquet, lives. 3, So let us live, sustain'd by grace,
Regal'd with fruits of righteousness.
And sup with us, and deck thy board. 4. Devotion, faith, and zealous love,
And hope that bears the soul above:
HYMN 395. L. M.
And does thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all thy children led,
And let them all its sweetness know.
2. O let thy table honour'd be,
And furnish'd well with joyful guests ; And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes. 3. Let crowds approach, with hearts prepard;
With warm desire let all attend;
The pleasure or the profit end. 4. Revive thy dying churches, Lord !
And bid our drooping graces live; And more that energy afford,
A Saviour's death alone can give. 5. Nor let thy spreading gospel rest,
'Till through the world thy truth has run, Till with this bread all men be blest Who see the light or feel the sun!
HYMN 896. C. M. 1.“ :
"He promise of my Father's love He said, and gave his soul to death,
And seal’d the grace with blood. 2. To this dear cov’nant of thy word
I set my worthless name;
And make my humble claim. 3. The light, and strength, and pard’ning grace,
And glory, shall be mine ;
And all my pow'rs are thine.
Who blest us in his will, And to his testament of love Made his own life the seal.
HYMN 397. C. M. 1. PITY the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come. Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home,
2. We long to see thy churches full,
That all thy faithful race
Sing thy redeeming grace.
XXV. PARTICULAR OCCASIONS AND
HYMN 398. L. M.
Thy gifts are ev'ry ev’ning new ;
Gently descend like early dew.
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours !
Ånd quickens all my drowsy pow'rs.
To thee devote my nights and days.
HYMN 399. C. M,
To God's upholding hand !
And yet secure we stand.
Which form'd us with a word !
We lean upon the Lord.
And mercy guards the room.
That was not made our tomb,