o 5 Sweet is the mem'ry of his name,
Who bless'd us in his will;
And to his testament of love,
Made his own life the seal.

HYMN 4. C. M. Canterbury. [b]
CHRIST's dying Love.

e 1 H Was God's eternal Son!

WOW condescending, and how kind

e Our mis❜ry reach'd his heav'nly mind,
And pity brought him down.

e [2 When justice, by our sins provok❜d,
Drew forth his dreadful sword;
-He gave his soul up to the stroke,
Without a murm'ring word.]

p 3 He sunk beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to his throne:

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

-4 This was compassion like a God-
That when the Saviour knew

The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

o 5 Now, though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great:

e Well he remembers CalvaryNor let his saints forget:

e [6 Here we behold his bowels roll, As kind as when he dy'd;

p And see the sorrows of his soul, Bleed thro' his wounded side. -7 Here we receive repeated seals Of Jesus' dying love:

e Hard is the wretch who never feels
One soft affection move.]

p 8 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record;
—And, with our joy for pardon'd guilt,
Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.

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HYMN 5. C. M. Barby. [*]
CHRIST the Bread of Life. John vi, 31, 35, 39.
ET us adore th' eternal Word;
Tish our souls hath fed:

-Thou art the irving stream, () Lord,
And thou th' immortal bread.

2 [The manna came from lower skies,
But Jesus from above;

Where the fresh springs of pleasure rise,
And rivers flow with love.

3 The Jews, the Fathers, dy'd at last,
Who ate the heav'nly bread;

But these provisions which we taste,
Can raise us from the dead.]

o 4 Bles't be the Lord, who gives his flesh,
To nourish dying men,

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And often spreads his table fresh,

Lest we should faint again.

-5 Our souls shall draw their heav'nly breath, While Jesus finds supplies;

Nor shall our graces sink to death,

For Jesus never dies.

e 6 Daily our mortal flesh decays, But Christ our life shall come;

• His unresisted pow'r shall raise Our bodies from the tomb.

HYMN 6. L. M. Bath. [*]

The Memorial of our absent LORD. John xvi, 16. Luke xxii, 19. John xiv, 3.

1

JESUS is gone above the skies,

Where our weak senses reach him not;

e And carnal objects court our eyes,

To thrust our Saviour from our tho'ts.

2 He knows what wand'ring hearts we have, Apt to forget his lovely face;

And, to refresh our minds, he gave

These kind memorials of his

grace. o 3 The Lord of life this table spread, With his own flesh and dying blood; We on the rich provision feed,

And taste the wine, and bless our God. -4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot, And earth grow less in our esteem; o Christ and his love fill ev'ry thought, And faith and hope be fix'd on him. -5 Whilst he is absent from our sight, o 'Tis to prepare our souls a place,

That we may dwell in heav'nly light, g And live forever near his face. ~6 [Our eyes look upwards to the hills, Whence our returning Lord shall come:

We wait thy chariot's awful wheels,
To fetch our longing spirits home.]

HYMN 7. L. M. Gloucester.

[b]

Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ. Gal.vi,14.
1 [HEN I survey the wond'rous cross,
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On which the Prince of glory dy'd;

My richest gain, I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
e 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to thy blood.

e 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 (His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.)
o 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far to small;
Love, so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.]

HYMN 8. C. M. Bethlehem. [*]
The Tree of Life.

NOME, let us join a joyful tune,

1 [COM

To our exalted Lord:

Ye saints on high, around his throne,

And we around his board.

e 2 While once upon this lower ground,
Weary and faint ye stood;

What dear refreshment here ye found,
From this immortal food.

o 3 The tree of life that near the throne,
In heav'n's high garden grows;
Laden with grace, bends gently down
Its ever-smiling boughs.

-4 (Hov'ring among the leaves, there stands
The sweet celestial Dove;

And Jesus on the branches hangs

The banner of his love.)

5 ("Tis a young heav'n of strange delight While in his shade we sit;

His fruit is pleasing to the sight,

And to the taste as sweet.

o 6 New life it spreads thro' dying hearts;
And cheers the drooping mind;
Vigour and joy the juice imparts,
Without a sting behind.)

-7 Now let the flaming weapon stand,
And guard all Eden's trees:
There's ne'er a plant in all that land,

That bears such fruit as these.
8 Infinite grace our souls adore,
Whose wond'rous hand has made
This living branch of sovereign pow'r
To raise and heal the dead.]

HYMN 9. S. M. Watchman. [*]

The Spirit, the Water, and the Blood. 1 John v, 6.
ET all our tongues be one,
To praise our God on high,

1 [

Who from his bosom sent his Son,
To fetch us strangers nigh.
2 Nor let our voices cease
To sing the Saviour's name;
Jesus, th' Ainbassador of peace,
How cheerfully he came?

e 3 It cost him cries and tears,
To bring us near to God;
-Great was our debt, and he appears
To make the payment good.

e 4 (My Saviour's pierced side
Pour'd out a double flood;

-By water we are purify'd
And pardon'd by the blood.
5 Infinite was our guilt,
But be our Priest atones,

g On the cold ground his life was spilt,
And offer'd up with groans.)

e 6 Look up, my soul, to him

Whose death was thy desert;
And humbly view the living stream
Flow from his breaking heart.
7 There, on the cursed tree,
In dying pangs he lies!

Fulfils his Father's great decree,

And all our wants supplies. 8 Thus the Redeemer came, By water and by blood;

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.)

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HYMN 10. L. M. Green's. [*] CHRIST Crucified, the Wisdom and Power of GOD. ATURE with open volume stands,

N praise

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 1 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 ORD, 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;