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Our everlasting Priest art thou,
And plead'st thy death for sinners now !
Thy offering still continues new,
Thy vesture keeps its bloody hue ;
Thou stand'st the ever-slaughter'd Lamb.
Thy priesthood still remains the same:
Thy years, O God, can never fail,
Thy goodness is unchangeable.
O that our faith may never move,
But stand unshaken as thy love :
Sure evidence of things unseen,
Now let it pass the years between,
And view thee bleeding on the tree,
My God, who dies for me, for me!
AMB of God, whose dying love
We now recall to mind,
Send the answer from above,
And let us mercy find;
Think on us, who think on thee,
And ev'ry struggling soul release
O remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace!
By thine agonizing pain,
And bloody sweat we pray,
By thy dying love to man,
Take all our sins away :
Burst our bonds and set us free.
From all iniquity release :
O remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace'
Let thy blood by faith apply'd,
The sinner's pardon seal,
Speak us freely justify’d,
And all our sickness heal:
By thy passion on the tree, Let all our griefs and troubles cease ; O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace! 4 Never will we hence depart, Till thou our wants relieve: Write forgiveness on our heart, And all thine image give : Still our souls shall cry to thee, Till perfected in holiness, O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace!
Pickering.] HYMN 229. C. M.
l OME, Saviour, let thy tokens prove.
Fitted by heav'nly art,
As channels to convey thy love,
To ev'ry faithful heart.
2 The living bread sent down from heav'n,
In us vouchsafe to be ;
Thy flesh for all the world is giv'n,
And all may live by thee.
3 Now, Lord, on us thy flesh bestow,
And let us drink thy blood,
Till all our souls are fill'd below,
With all the life of God.
4 Determin’d nothing else to know
But Jesus crucify'd,
I will not from my Jesus go,
Or leave his wounded side.
s To doleful night before his death,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Did, almost with his dying breath,
This solemn feast ordain.
2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met,
And to remember thee :
Help each poor trembler to repeat,
“For me, he dy’d for me!”
3 These sacred signs, thy suff'rings, Lord.
To our remembrance brings:
We eat and drink around thy board,
But think on nobler things.
4 O tune our tongues, and set in frame,
Each heart that pants for thee,
To sing “Hosanna to the Lamb,”
The Lamb that dy’d for me !
1 E wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast!
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store.
For ev'ry humble guest.
2 See, Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls, he bids you come :
O stay not back, though fear alarms
For yet there still is room.
3 O come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love;
While hope attends the sweet repast.
Of nobler joys above
4 There with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstasies unknown.
5 And yet ten thousand thousand more,
Are welcome still to come:
Ye happy souls the grace adore;
Approach, there yet is room.
Randall.] HYMN 232. C. M.
T THE King of heav'n his table spreads,
And blessings crown the board;
Not paradise with all its joys,
Could such delight afford.
2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are giv'n ;
Through the rich blood that Jesus shed
To raise our souls to heav'n.
3 Millions of souls in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.
4 All things are ready, come away,
Nor weak excuses frame; ~
Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder’s name.
1 G%. to God on high;
Our peace is made with heav'n :
The Son of God came down to die,
That we might be forgiv'n
2 His precious blood was shed,
His body bruis’d for sin:
Remember this in eating bread,
And this in drinking wine.
3 Approach his royal board,
In his rich garments clad ;
Join ev'ry tongue to praise the Lord;
And ev'ry heart be glad.
4 The Father gives the Son;
The Son his flesh and blood :
The Spir’t applies, and faith puts on
The righteousness of God.
BAPTISM. Arlington.] HYMN 234. C. M.
H ELESTIAL Dove, descend from high.
And on the water brood:
Come with thy quick’ning power apply
The water and the blood.
2 I love the Lord, that stoops so low
To give his word a seal;
But the rich grace his hands bestow
Exceeds the figure still.
3 Almighty God, for thee we call,
And our request renew ; -
Accept in Christ, and bless withal,
The work we have to do.
Stafford.] HYMN 235. S. M.
1 Y Saviour's pierced side
Pour'd out a double flood:
By water we are purified,
And pardon'd by his blood.
• 2 Call'd from above, I rise,
And wash away my sin;
The stream to which my spirit flies.
Can make the foulest clean.
3. It runs divinely clear,
A fountain deep and wide ;
'Twas open'd by the soldier's spear
In my Redeemer's side :
1 OME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Honour the means ordain’d by thee!
Make good our apostolic boast,
And own thy glorious ministry.