o 5 Sweet is the memory of his name,
Who blessed us in his will;
And to his testament of love.
Made his own life the seal.

HYMN 4. C. M.

Canterbury. [b]

Christ's dying Love.

e 1 HOW condescending, and how kind

Was God's eternal Son!

e Our misery reached his heavenly mind, And pity brought him down.

e 2 [When Justice, by our sins provoked,
Drew forth his dreadful sword;

-He gave his soul up to the stroke,
Without a murmuring word.]

p 3 He sunk beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to his throne:

-There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows, e But cost his heart a groan. -4 This was compassion like a GodThat when the Saviour knew The price of pardon was his blood, His pity ne'er withdrew.

o 5 Now, though he reigns exalted high, His love is still as great:

e Well he remembers CalvaryNor let his saints forget.

e 6 [Here we behold his bowels roll, As kind as when he died;

p And see the sorrows of his soul,
Bleed through his wounded side.
--7 Here we receive repeated seals
Of Jesus' dying love :

Hard is the wretch who never feels
One soft affection move.]

p 8 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record;

-And, with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

g

HYMN 5. C. M.

Barby. [*]

Christ the Bread of Life. John vi. 31, 35, 39. 'LET us adore th' eternal Word.

"Tis he our souls hath fed: -Thou art the living stream, O Lord, And thou th' immortal bread.

2 [The manna came from lower skies,
But Jesus from above;

Where the fresh springs of pleasure rise,
And rivers flow with love.

3 The Jews, the fathers, died at last,
Who ate the heavenly bread;
But these provisions which we taste,
Can raise us from the dead.]

‣ 4 Blest be the Lord, who gives his flesh,
To nourish dying men;

And often spreads his table fresh,

Lest we should faint again.

-5 Our souls shall draw their heavenly breath, While Jesus finds supplies;

Nor shall our graces sink to death,

For Jesus never dies.

e 6 Daily our mortal flesh decays, But Christ our life shall come;

• His unresisted power shall raise Our bodies from the tomb.

HYMN 6. L. M. Bath. [*]

The Memorial of our absent Lord. John xvi. 16. Luke xxii. 19. John xiv. 3.

1

JESUS is the reach him not

ESUS is gone above the skies,

e And carnal objects court our eyes,

To thrust our Saviour from our thought.
2 He knows what wandering hearts we have,
Apt to forget his lovely face;

-And, to refresh our minds, he gave
These kind memorials of his grace.
o 3 The Lord of life this table spread,
With his own flesh and dying blood;
We on the rich provision feed,
And taste the wine, and bless our God.
4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,
And earth grow less in our esteem;
o Christ and his love fill every thought,
And faith and hope be fixed on him.
-5 Whilst he is absent from our sight,
o "Tis to prepare our souls a place,

That we may dwell in heavenly light,
g And live forever near his face.
-6 [Our eyes look upwards to the hills,
Whence our returning Lord shall come:

We wait thy chariot's awful wheels,
To fetch our longing spirits home.]

HYMN 7. L. M. Gloucester. [b] Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ. Gal.vi.14. THEN I survey the wondrous cross,

Won which the Prince of glory died,

My richest gain, I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
e 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God
-All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to thy blood.

e 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
e 4 (His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
-Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.)
o 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love, so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.]

HYMN 8. C. M. Bethlehem. [*]
The Tree of Life.

COME, let us join a joyful tune,

To our exalted Lord:

Ye saints on high, around his throne,
And we around his board.

e 2 While once upon this lower ground,
Weary and faint ye stood;

-What dear refreshment here ye found,
From this immortal food.

o 3 The tree of life, that, near the throne,
In heaven's high garden grows;
Laden with grace, bends gently down
Its ever-smiling boughs.

4 (Hovering among the leaves, there stands
The sweet celestial Dove;

And Jesus on the branches hangs

The banner of his love.)

5 ("Tis a young heaven of strange delight While in his shade we sit;

His fruit is pleasing to the sight,

And to the taste as sweet.

• 6 New life it spreads through dying hearts,
And cheers the drooping mind;
Vigor and joy the juice imparts,
Without a sting behind.)

e

7 Now let the flaming weapon stand,
And guard all Eden's trees:
There's ne'er a plant in all that land,
That bears such fruit as these.

8 Infinite grace our souls adore,
Whose wondrous hand has made
This living branch of sovereign power
To raise and heal the dead.]

HYMN 9. S. M. Watchman. [*] The Spirit, the Water, and the Blood. 1 John v. 6. ET all our tongues be one,

1

To praise our God on high,

Who from his bosom sent his Son,
To fetch us strangers nigh.

2 Nor let our voices cease
To sing the Saviour's name;
Jesus, th' Ambassador of peace,
How cheerfully he came !
3 It cost him cries and tears,
To bring us near to God;
-Great was our debt, and he appears
To make the payment good.
4 (My Saviour's pierced side
Poured out a double flood;
-By water we are purified,

e

And pardoned by the blood. 5 Infinite was our guilt,

But he our Priest atones; g On the cold ground his life was spilt, And offered up with groans.)

в 6 Look up, my soul, to him

Whose death was thy desert;
And humbly view the living stream
Flow from his breaking heart.
7 There, on the cursed tree,
In dying pangs he lies!
Fulfills his Father's great decree,
And all our wants supplies.
8 Thus the Redeemer came,
By water and by blood:

And when the Spirit speaks the same,

We feel his witness good.

9 While the eternal Three
Bear their record above;

e Here I believe he died for me,
And sealed my Saviour's love.
10 (Lord, cleanse my soul from sin,
Nor let thy grace depart;

-Great Comforter, abide within,
And witness to my heart.)]

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HYMN 10. L. M.

Green's. [*]

Christ crucified, the Wisdom and Power of God.

NATURE with open volume stands,

To spread her Maker's praise abroad;
And every labour of his hands

d Shows something worthy of a God :—
o 2 But in the grace that rescued man,
His brightest form of glory shines;
p Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn,
In precious blood and crimson lines.
o 3 (Here his whole Name appears complete ;
-Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove,
Which of the letters best is writ,

o The power, the wisdom, or the love.)
e 4 Here I behold his inmost heart,

Where grace and vengeance strangely join, Piercing his Son with sharpest smart, To make the purchased pleasures mine. o 5 Oh! the sweet wonders of that cross, Where God, the Saviour, loved and died! Her noblest life my spirit draws, From his dear wounds and bleeding side. o 6 I would forever speak his name, In sounds to mortal ears unknown; With angels join to praise the Lamb, g And worship at his Father's throne.

HYMN 11. C. M.

St. Ann's. [*]

Pardon brought to our Senses.

1 [ORD, how divine thy comforts are!
How heavenly is the place,

Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast
Of his redeeming grace!

2 There the rich bounties of our God,
And sweetest glories shine;