This living food descends from heaven, As manna to the Jews was giv'n. 5 This precious food my heart revives, What strength, what nourishment it gives! O let me ever more be fed With this divine, celestial bread!

BRIDEGROOM.

XCHI. L. M. FAWCETT.

Bridegroom and husband; or, the Marriage between Christ and the Soul.

JESUS, the heavenly lover, gave His life my wretched soul to save Resolv'd to make his mercy known, He kindly claims me for his own. 2 Rebellious, I against him strove "Till melted and constrain'd by love; With sin, and self I freely part,

The heavenly bridegroom wins my heart...
3 My guilt, my wretchedness he knows,
Yet takes and owns me for his spouse;
My debts he pays and sets me free,
And makes his riches o'er to me.
4 My filthy rags are laid aside,
He clothes me as becomes his bride;
Himself bestows my wedding-dress,
The robe of perfect righteousness..
5 Lost in astonishment, I see,
Jesus, thy boundless love to me;
With angels I thy grace adore,

And long to love and praise thee more.
6. Since thou wilt take me for thy bride,
O keep me, Saviour, near thy side;
I fain would give thee all my heart,
Nor ever from my Lord depart.

1

Y

MORNING STÁR,

XCIV. L. M. BEDDOME.

Bright and Morning Star. Rev. xxii. 16.
E worlds of light, that roll so near
The Saviour's throne of shining bliss,
O tell how mean your glories are,

How faint, and few, compar'd with his.
2 We sing the bright and morning-star
(Jesus, the spring of light and love;)
See how its rays diffi:s'd from far,
Conduct us to the realms, above.

3 Its cheering beams, spread wide abroad,
Point out the puzzled christian's way;
Still as he goes he finds the road
Enlighten'd with a constant day.
4 [Thus when the eastern Magi brought
Their royal gifts, a star appears,
Directs them to the babe they sought,
And guides their steps, and calms their fears.]
5 When shall we reach the heavenly place,
Where this bright star does brightest shine;
Leave far behind these scenes of night,
And view a lustre all divine?

Corner-Stone. 1 Pet. ii. 6. Isa. xxviii. 16, 17.

LORD, dost thou show a corner-stone

For us to build our hopes upon,

That the fair edifice may rise
Sublime in light beyond the skies?

2 We own the work of sov'reign love,

Nor death nor hell the hopes shall move,

Which fix'd on this foundation stand, Laid by thine own almighty hand. 3 Thy people long this stone have tried, And all the powers of hell defy'd; Floods of temptation beat in vain ; Well doth this rock the house sustain.. 4 When storms of wrath around prevail, Whirlwind and thunder, fire, and hail, "Fis here our trembling souls shall hide, And here securely they abide:

5 While they that scorn this precious stone,
Fond of some quicksand of their own,
Borne down by mighty vengeance die,
And buried deep in ruin lie.

DESIRE OF ALL NATIONS.
XCVI. C. M.

Desire of all Nations. Hag. ii. 7. Cant. i. 3.
1 INFINITE excellence is thine,
Thou lovely Prince of grace!

Thy uncreated beauties shine
With never-fading rays.

2. Sinners from carth's remotest end
Come bending at thy feet;

To thee their prayers and vows ascend
In thee their wishes meet.

3 Thy name as precious ointment shed,
Delights the church around ;
Sweetly the sacred odours spread
Through all Immanuel's ground.

4 Millions of happy spirits live

On thy exhaustless store;

From thee they all their bliss receive,
And still thou givest more.

5 Thou art their triumph and their joy:
They find their all in thee;

Thy glories will their tongues employ
Through all eternity.

THE DOOR.

XCVII.

C. M.

Stanford tune. DODDRIDGE.

The Door.

1

John x. 9. Hosea ii. 15.

A WAKE, our souls, and bless his name,

Whose mercies never fail;

Who opens wide a door of hope
In Achor's gloomy vale.

2 Behold the portal wide display'd,
The buildings strong and fair;
Within are pastures fresh and green,
And living streams are there.

3 Enter my soul, with cheerful haste,
For Jesus is the door;
Nor fear the serpent's wily arts,
Nor fear the lion's roar.

4 O may thy grace the nations lead,
And Jews and Gentiles come,

All trav❜lling through one beauteous gate,
To one eternal home!

FORERUNNER.

XCVIII. L. M. DODDRIDGE.
Forerunner and Foundation of our Hope.
Heb. vi. 19, 20.

1 JESUS the Lord, our souls adore,
A painful sufferer now no more;
High on his Father's throne he reigns
O'er earth, and heaven's extensive plains,

G

2 His race for ever is complete;
For ever undisturb'd his seat;
Myriads of angels round him fly,
And sing his well-gain'd victory.
3 Yet, 'midst the honours of his throne,
He joys not for himself alone;

His meanest servants share their part,
Share in that royal tender heart.

4 Raise, raise, my soul, thy raptur'd sight,
With sacred wonder and delight;
Jesus thy own forerunner see
Enter'd beyond the vale for thee.
5 Loud let the howling tempest yell,
And foaming waves to mountains swell,
No shipwreck can my vessel fear,
Since hope hath fix'd its anchor here.
FOUNTAIN,

XCIX. C. M. CowPER.
Praise for the Fountain opened.

• THE

HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;

And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see

That fountain in his day;

O may I there, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away!

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,