2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met, Help each poor trembler to repeat, 3 These sacred signs, thy suff'rings, Lord. 4 O tune our tongues, and set in frame, Tisbury.] HYMN 231. C. M. 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; O stay not back, though fear alarms! 3 O come, and with his children taste While hope attends the sweet repast. 4 There with united heart and voice, Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, 5 And yet ten thousand thousand more, Randall.] HYMN 232. C. M. THE 1 THE King of heav'n his table spreads, And blessings crown the board; Not paradise with all its joys, 2 Pardon and peace to dying men, 3 Millions of souls in glory now, 4 All things are ready, come away, 1 2 3 Shireland.] HYMN 233. S. M. G LORY 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 His precious blood was shed, Approach his royal board, Join ev'ry tongue to praise the Lord; The Father gives the Son; The Son his flesh and blood : BAPTISM. Arlington.] HYMN 234. C. M. 1 C ELESTIAL Dove, descend from high, Come with thy quick'ning power apply 2 I love the Lord, that stoops so low 3 Almighty God, for thee we call, 1 2 3 Stafford.] HYMN 235. S. M. Y Saviour's pierced side MY By water we are purified, And pardon'd by his blood. The stream to which my spirit flies, Can make the foulest clean. It runs divinely clear, A fountain deep and wide; 'Twas open'd by the soldier's spear In my Redeemer's side! Triumph.] HYMN 236. L. M. 1 OME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Make good our apostolic boast, 2 We now thy promis'd presence claim; We now thy promis'd presence find. 3 Father, in these reveal thy Son: In these for whom we seek thy face: Effectuate now the sacred sign, And witness with the water now! REJOICING AND PRAISE. 1 Harmony.] HYMN 237. 10's & 11's. 0 HEAVENLY King, look down from above ; Assist us to sing thy mercy and love: So sweetly o'erflowing, so plenteous the store, Accept our thanksgiving for creating grace! Our tongues to thy honour, and lives we employ. race; Thy Son thou hast given, a world to redeem, 1 Warwick.] HYMN 238. 4 8's & 2 7's. . HE voice of my Beloved sounds, THE While o'er the mountain top he bounds; He flies exulting o'er the hills, And all my soul with transport fills: Gently doth he chide my stay, "Rise, my love, and come away." 2 The scatter'd clouds are fled at last, The rain is gone, the winter's past, The lovely vernal flowers appear, The warbling choir enchants our ear; Now with sweetly pensive moan, Coos the turtle dove alone. Peterborough.] HYMN 239. C. M. 1 COM COME, let us who in Christ believe, To him, with joyful voices, give |