Which angel-choirs, and saints in light.
And saints embodied give.

5 Three Persons equally divine
We magnify and love:
And both the choirs ere long shall join,
To sing thy praise above.

6 Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord,
(Our heavenly song shall be,)
Supreme, Essential One, ador'd
In co-eternal Three!

Suffolk.] HYMN 215. C. M.

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THOUSAND oracles divine
Their common beams unite;
That sinners may with angels join
To worship God aright:

2 To praise a Trinity ador'd
By all the hosts above;

And one thrice holy God and Lord
Through endless ages love.

3 Triumphant host! they never cease
To laud and magnify

The Triune God of Holiness,
Whose glory fills the sky.

4 Whose glory to this earth extends,
When God himself imparts,
And the whole Trinity descends
Into our faithful hearts.

5 By faith the upper choir we meet,
And challenge them to sing
Jehovah, on his shining seat,
Our Maker and our King.

6 But God made flesh, is wholly ours,
And asks our noblest strain;

The Father of celestial powers,
The Friend of earth-born man!

7 Ye seraphs, nearest to the throne,
With rapturous amaze

On us, poor ransom'd worms, look down,
For heaven's superior praise!

8 The King, whose glorious face ye see,
For us his crown resign'd;

That fulness of the Deity,

He died for all mankind!

Plymouth Dock.] HYMN 216. 6 lines 8's.

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OME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Whom one all-perfect God we own,

Restorer of thy image lost,

Thy various offices make known :
Display, our fallen souls to raise,
Thy whole economy of grace.
2 Jehovah, in three Persons, come,
And draw, and sprinkle us, and seal,
Poor, guilty, dying worms, in whom
Thou dost eternal life reveal;
The knowledge of thyself bestow,
And all thy glorious goodness show.
3 Soon as our pardon'd hearts believe,
That thou art pure, essential love ;
The proof we in ourselves receive
Of the Three Witnesses above;
Sure, as the saints around thy throne,
That Father, Word, and Spirit are One.
4 O that we now, in love renew'd!

Might blameless in thy sight appear;
Wake we in thy similitude,

Stamp'd with the Triune character;
Flesh, spirit, soul, to thee resign;
And live and die entirely thine!

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Shireland.] HYMN 217. S. M.

ALL-CREATING God!
At whose supreme decree

Our body rose, a breathing clod,
Our souls sprang forth from thee:
For this thou hast design'd,
And form'd us man for this;
To know, and love thyself, and find
In thee our endless bliss.

Triumph.] HYMN 218 L. M.

MY

Y soul, through my Redeemer's care, Sav'd from the second death, I feel: My eyes from tears of dark despair, My feet from falling into hell.

my

2 Wherefore to him feet shall run;
My eyes on his perfections gaze;
My soul shall live for God alone,
And all within me shout his praise.

SACRAMENTAL.

THE LORD'S SUPPER.

Pastoral Hymn.] HYMN 219. 6 lines 8's.

1 N that sad memorable night, When Jesus was for us betray'd,

He left his death-recording rite,

He took, and bless'd, and brake the bread:

And gave his own their last bequest,

And thus his love's intent exprest :

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2 Take, eat, this is my body given, To purchase life and peace for you, Pardon, and holiness, and heaven ; Do this my dying love to show: Accept your precious legacy, And thus, my friends, remember me." 3 He took into his hands the cup,

To crown the sacramental feast, And full of kind concern look'd up,

And gave to them what he had blest : "And drink ye all of this, (he said) In solemn mem'ry of the dead.

4 "This is my blood, which seals the new Eternal cov'nant of my grace;

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My blood so freely shed for you,

For and all the sinful race;
you

My blood that speaks your sins forgiven,
And justifies your claim to heaven."

Matthias.] HYMN 220. S. M.

ET all who truly bear

The bleeding Saviour's name,

Their faithful hearts with us prepare,
And eat the Paschal Lamb:

Our passover was slain,

At Salem's hallow'd place, Yet we who in our tents remain,

Shall gain his largest grace.

Our ev'ry want supplies,

And still we by his death are blest,

And share his sacrifice

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By faith his flesh we eat, Who here his passion show, And God out of his holy seat Shall all his gifts bestow.

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Who thus our faith employ
His suff'rings to record,
E'en now we mournfully enjoy
Communion with our Lord;
As though we every one

Beneath his cross had stood,

And seen him heave, and heard him groan.

And felt his gushing blood.

O God! 'tis finish'd now!

The mortal pang is past!

By faith his head we see him bow,
And hear him breathe his last,
We too with him are dead,
And shall with him arise,

'The cross on which he bows his head
Shall lift us to the skies.

China.] HYMN 221. C. M.

ESUS, at whose supreme command,
We now approach to God,

Before us in thy vesture stand,

Thy vesture dipt in blood.
Obedient to thy gracious word,

We break the hallow'd bread,
Commem❜rate thee, our dying Lord,
And trust on thee to feed.

2 Now, Saviour, now thyself reveal,
And make thy nature known,
Affix thy blessed Spirit's seal,
And stamp us for thy own.
The tokens of thy dying love,
O let us all receive,

And feel the quick'ning Spirit move,
And sensibly believe!

3 The cup of blessing, bless'd by thee,
Let it thy blood impart ;