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o 4 Now the gracious Mediator,

Risen to the courts of bliss, Claims for me a sinful creature, Pardon, righteousness, and peace. -5 Sure such infinite affection

Lays the highest claims to mine? • All my pow'rs without exception, Should in fervent praises join.

-6 Jesus, fit me for thy service, Form me for thyself alone;

e I am thy most costly purchase; Take possession of thy own.

LEE.

HYMN 169. C. M. Canterbury. [b*] Christ's Flesh Meat indeed.

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SACRAMENTAL.

TERE at thy table, Lord, we meet,
To feed on food divine?

Thy body is the bread we eat,

Thy precious blood the wine.

*2 He who prepares this rich repast,
Himself comes down and dies?
And then invites us thus to feast
Upon the sacrifice.

3 Here peace and pardon sweetly flow?
Oh, what delightful food!

We eat the bread and drink the wine-
But think on nobler good.

4 The bitter torments he endur'd,
Upon th' accursed tree,

For me-each welcome guest may say, 'Twas all procur'd for me.

5 Sure there was never love so freeDear Saviour so divine!

John ri,

Well thou may'st claim that heart of me,

Which owes so much to thine.

STERNET.

HYMN 170. C. M. York. Barby. [*]

Welcome to the Table. SACRAMENTAL.

1 THIS is the feast of heav'nly wine,

And God invites to sup;

The juices of the living vine,
Were press'd to fill the cup.

o 2 Oh, bless the Saviour, ye who eat,
With royal dainties fed;

-Not heav'n affords a costlier treat,
For JESUS is the bread!

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e 3 The vile, the lost-he calls to them;
d "Ye trembling souls appear!
"The righteous in their own esteem,
"Have no acceptance here.

4 "Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse
"The banquet spread for you:"

e Dear Saviour, this is welcome news, Then I may venture too.

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-5 If guilt and sin afford a plea,

And may obtain a place;

o Surely the Lord will welcome me,

And I shall see his face.

Cowper.

HYMN 171. L. M. Gloucester. [b*]
Christ Crucified. SACRAMENTAL.

HEN on the cross, my Lord I see,

'W to me;

-Satan and sin no more can move,

For I am all transform'd to love.

2 His thorns and nails pierce through my heart, In every groan I bear a part;

e I view his wounds with streaming eyes, p But see, he bows his head and dies!

-3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God, a Wounded, and dead, and bath'd in blood! e Behold his side, and venture near;

-The well of endless life is here.

4 Here I forget my cares and pains;
I drink, yet still my thirst remains:
Only the fountain-head above,
Can satisfy the thirst of love.

e 5 Oh that I thus could always feel!
Lord, more and more thy love reveal;
o Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim
The grace and glory of thy Name.

o 6 Thy Name dispels my guilt and fear,
Revives my heart, and charms my ear;
Affords a balm for ev'ry wound,

d And Satan trembles at the sound.

NEWTON.

HYMN 172. C. M. Barby. [b*] Jesus hasting to suffer. SACRAMENTAL. e 1 HE Saviour-what a noble flame

Twas kindled in his breast;

-When hasting to Jerusalem,

He march'd before the rest!

o 2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God, His ev'ry thought engross:

e He longs to be baptiz'd with blood! He pants to reach the cross!

e 3 With all his suff'rings full in view, And woes, to us unknown,

o Forth to the task his spirit flew→→→ 'Twas love that urg'd him on.

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e 4 Lord, we return thee-what we can!
Our hearts shall sound abroad,
Salvation, to the dying MAN,
And to the rising GOD!

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-5 And while thy bleeding glories here,
Engage our wond'ring eyes;

We learn our lighter cross to bear,
And hasten to the skies.

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COWPER.

HYMN 173. 8, 7 & 4. Helmsley. [*]
It is finished. SACRAMENTAL.

ARK! the voice of love and mercy,
Sounds aloud from Calvary;

See, it rends the rocks asunder-
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!
"It is finish'd!"-

e Hear the Saviour-dying-cry.
d 2 It is finish'd!-O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford!
o Heav'nly blessings without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
It is finish'd!-

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e Saints, the dying words record.
-3 Finish'd-all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law;

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Finish'd all that God had promis'd;
Death and hell no more shall awe:

. It is finish'd!

-Saints, from hence your comforts draw.

o 4 Ransom❜d ones, approach the table-
Taste the soul reviving food:
Nothing's half so sweet and pleasant,
As the Saviour's flesh and blood.
It is finish'd-

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-Christ has borne the heavy load.

o 5 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,Join to sing the pleasing theme;

• All on earth, and all in heaven, Join to praise Immanuel's name, Hallelujah!

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Glory to the bleeding Lamb! BURDER'S COL.
HYMN 174. 7s. Fairfax. [*b]
It is good to be here. SACRAMENTAL.
ET me dwell on Golgotha,
Weep and love my life away!

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e While I see him on the tree,

a Weep-and bleed-and die for me!
-2 That dear blood for sinners spilt,
Shows my sin in all its guilt:

p Ah, my soul, behold the load!
a Hast thou slain the Lamb of God!
d 3 Hark! his dying word, "Forgive,
"Father, let the sinner live:

"Sinner, wipe thy tears away,
"I thy ransom freely pay."
-4 While I hear this grace reveal'd,
And obtain a pardon seal'd;
All my soft affections move,
Waken'd by the force of love.

d 5 Farewell, world, the gold is dross,
Now I see the bleeding Cross;
-Jesus died to set me free,

From the law, and sin, and thee!
6 He has dearly bought my soul,
Lord, accept, and claim the whole;
To thy will I all resign,

e Now no more my own, but thine.

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NEWTON.

HYMN 175. H. M. Bethesda. [*]
The Fountain of Life. SACRAMENTAL.
AIL, everlasting Spring!

HCelestial Fountain, hail!

Thy streams salvation bring,

The waters never fail:

Still they endure, and still they flow,
For all our woe a sovʼreign cure.
2 Blest be His wounded side,
And blest his bleeding heart,
Who all in anguish died,

Such favours to impart.

His sacred blood shall make us clean
From ev'ry sin-and fit for God.

3 To that dear source of love,
Our souls this day would come:
And thither from above,

Lord, call the nations home;

o That Jew and Greek, with rapt'rous songs, On all their tongues, thy praise may speak.

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DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 176. C. M. Christmas. [*],
Highway to Zion. Isa. xxxv, 8-10.

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ING, ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your great deliv'rer sing,

Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound,

Be joyful in your King.

2 See the fair way his hand has rais'd, с How holy, and how plain!

-Nor shall the simplest trav❜ler err,
Nor ask the track in vain.

3 Nor ravening lion shall destroy,
Nor lurking serpent wound;
Pleasure and safety, peace and praise,
Thro' all the path are found.
4 A hand Divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road;
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.

o 5 These garlands of immortal joy
Shall bloom on every head;

While sorrow, sighing, and distress,
Like shadows all are fled.

g 6 March on in your Redeemer's strength;
Pursue his footsteps still;

And let the prospect cheer your eye,
While labouring up the hill.

DODDRIDGE.

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