3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord
Did heavenly bliss forego;

For souls which must for ever live
In raptures or in wo.

4 May they that Jesus whom they preach,
Their own Redeemer see;

Lord, watch thou daily o'er their souls,
That they may watch for thee.

544

1

Preachers sent forth.

YE messengers of Christ,

His sovereign voice obey:
Arise, and follow where he leads,
And peace attend your way.
2 The Master whom you serve
Will needful strength bestow;
Depending on his promised aid,
With sacred courage go.

3 Go, spread a Saviour's fame,
And tell his matchless grace;
Redemption by his blood proclaim
To Adam's guilty race.

4

Mountains shall sink to plains,
And hell in vain oppose:

The cause is God's, and must prevail,
In spite of all his foes.

545

"Here am I." Isa. vi. 8.

1 OUR God ascends his lofty throne,

Arrayed in majesty unknown;

Doddridge.

His lustre all the temple fills,
And spreads o'er all th' ethereal hills.
2 Lord, shall a sinful man proclaim
The honors of so great a name?
Oh for thine altar's glowing coal,
To touch his lips, to fire his soul.
3 Then, if a messenger thou ask-
A laborer for the hardest task-
Through all his weakness and his fear,
Love shall reply-" Thy servant's here.
4 Nor let his willing soul complain,
Though every effort seem in vain;

S. M.

Voke.

L M

His ample recompense shall be

But to have wrought, O God, for thee.

546

1

HOW

Doddridge, (alt'd.)

Bearers of glad Tidings. Isa. lii. 7, OW beauteous are their feet, Who stand on Zion's hill; Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal!

2 How charming is their voice! How sweet the tidings are!

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Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,
He reigns and triumphs here."

3 How happy are our ears,

That hear this joyful sound
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!

4 How blessed are our eyes,

5

That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.
The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.

6 The Lord makes bare his arm,
Through all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold

Their Saviour and their God.

S. M

Watts.

547 The Lord's Supper instituted. 1 Cor. xi. 23, &c. L. M.

TW

WAS on that dark, that doleful night,
When powers of earth and hell arose

Against the Son of God's delight,

And friends betrayed him to his foes ;

2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake: What love through all his actions ran! What wondrous words of grace he spake!

3 "This is my body, broke for sin;

Receive and eat the living food;"

Then took the cup and bless'd the wine
'Tis the new covenant in my blood."

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4 "Do this," he cried," till time shall end,
In memory of your dying friend;
Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed Lord."
5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,

We show thy death, we sing thy name,
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.

548

"This do in remembrance of me."

1 ACCORDING to thy gracious word,

In meek humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember thee.

2 Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be ;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember thee.

3 Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there thy conflict see,
Thy agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember thee?

4 When to the cross I turn my eyes,
And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,
I must remember thee-

5 Remember thee and all thy pains,
And all thy love to me;

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember thee.

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb,
And mind and memory flee,

When thou shalt in thy kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me.

549 Not ashamed of Christ crucified,

Watts.

C. M.

Montgomery,

1 AT thy command, our gracious Lord,
A Here we attend thy dying feast;
Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board,
And thine own flesh feeds every guest.
2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in one that died;

L. M.

We hope for heavenly crowns above,

From a Redeemer crucified.

3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,
And fling their scandals on thy cause;
We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his cross.
4 With joy we tell the scoffing age-
"He that was dead hath left his tomb;
He lives above their utmost rage,

And we are waiting till he come." 550 The Table of the Lord. Luke xiv. 23. 1 HOW sweet and awful is the place With Christ within the doors,

While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores.

2 While all our hearts, in praise and song,
Join to admire the feast,

Each of us cries, with thankful tongue, "Lord, why was I a guest ?"

3 "Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there's room-

When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come ?"

4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast,
That sweetly forced us in ;
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.

5 Pity the nations, O our God,

Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.

6 We long to see thy churches full,
That all the chosen race

May, with one voice and heart and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.

1 WHEN on the cross my Lord I see,

Bleeding to death for wretched me,

Satan and sin no more can nove,

For I am all transformed to love.

Watts

C. M.

Watts.

L. M.

2 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God,
Wounded, and dead, and bathed in blood!
Behold his side, and venture near;
The well of endless life is here.
3 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.
4 Oh that I thus could always feel!
Lord, more and more thy love reveal ;
Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim
The grace and glory of thy name.

552 Divine Glories and Graces.

1 HOW

TOW are thy glories here displayed; Great God, how bright they shine, While, at thy word, we break the bread, And pour the flowing wine!

2 Here thy revenging justice stands,
And pleads its dreadful cause;

Here saving mercy spreads her hands,
Like Jesus on the cross.

3 Thy saints attend with every grace
On this great sacrifice;

And love appears with cheerful face,
And faith with fixed eyes.

4 Our hope in waiting posture sits,
To heaven directs her sight;
Here every warmer passion meets,
And warmer powers unite.

5 Zeal and revenge perform their part,
And rising sin destroy;

Repentance comes, with aching heart,
Yet not forbids the joy.

6 Dear Saviour, change our faith to sight,

Let sin for ever die :

Then shall our souls be all delight,

And every tear be dry.

553

The Memorials of our absent Lord.

JESUS is gone above the skies,

Newton.

C. M.

Watts.

Where our weak senses reach him not;

L. M.