2 'Tis Jesus commands, come all to his house, And lift up your hands, and pay him your vows, And while you are giving your Maker his due, The Lord out of heaven shall sanctify you.

Hymn 171. L. M.

And again another Scripture saith, they shall look on him whom they pierced. John xix. 37. 1 OW let our mournful songs record

When he complain'd in tears and blood,
As one forsaken of his God.

2 Oh! 'barb'rous people, cruel priests!
How they stand round like savage beasts!
Like lious gaping to devour,

When God had left him in their power.

3 They wound his head, his hands, his feet,
Till streams of blood each other meet:
By lot his garments they divide,
And mock the pangs in which he died.
4 But God, the Father, heard him cry;
Rais'd from the dead, he reigns on high;
The nations learn his righteousness,
And humbled sinners taste his grace.

Hymn 172. L. M.

He that eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, dwelleth in me, and I in him. John vi. 56.

1

THE blest memorials of thy grief,
Thy suff'rings and thy death,

We come, O Jesus, to receive;
But would receive with faith.

2 The tokens sent us to relieve

Our spirits when they droop, We come, O Jesus, to receive; But would receive with love.

3 Here in obedience to thy word,

We take the bread and wine:
The utmost we can do, O Lord,
For all beyond is thine.

4 Increase our faith, and hope, and love;
Lord, give us all that's good:
We would thy full salvation prove,
And share thy flesh and blood.

Hymn 173. C. M.

This do in remembrance of me. Luke xxii. 19.

1 The Lamb for sinners slain,

HAT doleful night before his death,

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 died, 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.

40 tune our tongues, and set in frame,
Each heart that pants for thee,
To sing "Hosannah to the Lamb,"
The Lamb that died for me.

Hymn 174. L. M.

With desire I have desired to eat this passover with you before I suffer. Luke xxii. 15.

1

HE Lord of life this table spread,

Twith his own flesh and dying blood!

We on the rich provision feed,

And taste the wine, and bless the Lord. 2 Let worldly sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem; Christ and his love fill every thought, And faith and hope be fix'd on him! 3 While he is absent from our sight, 'Tis to prepare our souls a place, That we may dwell in heavenly light,

And live for ever near his face.

Hymn 175. L. M.

For as often as ye eat this bread and drink this cup, ye do show forth the Lord's death till he 1 Cor. xi. 26.

come.

WAS on that dark, that solemn night,
When pow'rs of earth and hell arose

Against the Son of God's delight,

And friends betray'd him to his foes.

2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and blest, 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 this living food: Then took the cup, and blest the wine; 'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood, 4 Do this, he cried, till time shall end; Meet at my table, and record The mem'ry of your dying Friend: The love of your departed Lord.

5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,

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

Hymn 176. C. M.

I will sing of the mercies of the Lord for ever Psalm lxxxix. 1.

YE

WE wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast,

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store
For every humble guest.

2 See, Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls, be 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 the eternal throne,

Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstacies unknown.

5 And yet ten thousand thousand more,
Are welcome still to come!
Ye happy souls, the grace adore!
Approach, there yet is room.

Hymn 177. C. M.

The Lord is King for ever and ever.
Psalm x. 16.

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THE King of heaven his table spreads,
And blessings crown the board,

Not paradise with all its joys,

Can such delight afford.

2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are given;
Through the rich blood that Jesus shed
To raise our souls to heaven.

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.