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And hasten on the glorious day,
When we shall meet to part no more.

HYMN 473, L. M.

473 The Lord's Supper instituted.

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WAS on that dark-that doleful night,
When powers of earth and hell arose,
Against the Son of God's delight,

And friends betrayed him to his foes:

2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and blessed, and brake:
What love through all his actions ran!
What wondrous words of grace he spake!
3 "This is my body, broke for sin;

Receive and eat the living food :"-
Then took the cup, and blessed the wine,-
"'Tis the new covenant in my blood."
4 "Do this," he cried, "till time shall end,
In mem'ry of your dying friend;
Meet, at my table, and record

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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.

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HYMN 474, C. M.

The new Covenant sealed.

'HE promise of my Father's love
Shall stand for ever good:

He said and gave his soul to death,
And sealed the grace with blood.
2 To this dear covenant of thy word,
I set my worthless name;

I seal th' engagement to my Lord,
And make my humble claim.

3 I call that legacy my own,

Which Jesus did bequeath;

'T was purchased with a dying groan,
And ratified in death.

4 The light and strength, the pard'ning grace,
And glory shall be mine:

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My life and soul, my heart and flesh,
And all my powers are thine.

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HYMN 475, 78.

Sacramental Emblems.

READ of heaven! on thee I feed,
For thy flesh is meat indeed;
Ever may my soul be fed,

With the true and living bread;
Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of him that died.
2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice;

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'Tis thy wounds, my healing give;
To thy cross I look and live:
Thou, my life! Oh! let me be
Rooted, grafted, built on thee.

HYMN 476, L. M.
The Memorials of Grace.

JESUS is gone above the skies,

Where our weak senses reach him not; And carnal objects court our eyes,

To thrust our Saviour from our thought.

2 He knows what wandering hearts we have,
Apt to forget his lovely face;

And, to refresh our minds, he gave
These kind memorials of his grace.

3 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem;
Christ and his love fill every thought,

And faith and hope be fixed on him.
4 While he is absent from our sight,
'Tis to prepare our souls a place,
That we may dwell in heavenly light,
And live for ever near his face.

HYMN 477, S. M.

Communion with Christ and with Saints.

ESUS invites his saints,

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To meet around his board:

Here pardoned rebels sit, and hold
Communion with their Lord.

2 This holy bread and wine

Maintain our fainting breath,
By union with our living Lord,
And interest in his death.

3 Our heavenly Father calls

Christ and his members one ;-
We, the young children of his love,
And he, the first-born Son.

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His glorious name to raise;
Pleasure and love fill every mind,
And every voice be praise.

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HYMN 478, L. M.

Not ashamed of Christ.

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He that was dead has left his tomb;
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come.

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HYMN 479, C. M.

The Love of Christ.

OW condescending and how kind,
Was God's eternal Son!

Our misery reached his heavenly mind,
And pity brought him down.

2 He sunk beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to his throne;

There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows,
But cost his heart a groan.

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That, when the Saviour knew-
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

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His love is still as great;
Well he remembers Calvary,

Nor lets his saints forget.

5 Here, let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record,
And, with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

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HYMN 480, L. M.

The Day of Espousals. thou everlasting King! Accept the tribute that we bring; Accept the well-deserved renown, And wear our praises as thy crown. 2 Let every act of worship be,

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HYMN 481, C. M.

Humble Communion with Christ.

1 LORD! at thy table, we behold
The wonders of thy grace;

But most of all admire, that we
Should find a welcome place.

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And rebels to our God;-

We, who have crucified thy Son,
And trampled on his blood;-

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3 What strange, surprising grace is this,
That we, so lost, have room?
Jesus our weary souls invites,
And freely bids us come.

4 Ye saints below, and hosts above!
Join all your sacred powers;
No theme is like redeeming love,
No Saviour is like ours.

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HYMN 482, C. M.

The triumphal Feast.

OME, let us lift our voices high,—
High as our joys arise,

And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.

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To this triumphal feast;

And brings immortal blessings down,
For each redeeméd guest.

8 Victorious God! what can we pay
For favors so divine?

We would devote our hearts away,
To be for ever thine.

4 We give thee, Lord! our highest praise―
The tribute of our tongues;

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But themes, so infinite as these,
Exceed our noblest songs.

HYMN 483, C. M.

The Gospel Feast.

1 HOW sweet and awful is the place,

With Christ within the doors,

While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores!

2 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?-

"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?"