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Shout, ye little Flock, and bleft,
You on Jefus Throne fhall reft;
There your Seat is now prepar'd,
There your Kingdom and Reward.

Fear not, Brethren, joyful stand
On the Borders of your Land:
Jefus Chrift, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismay'd go on.

Lord, obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our Leader be,
And we ftill will follow thee.

Gloria Patri.

Father of Heav'n, be ever ador❜d ! Thy Mercy we find in fending our Lord, To ranfom and blefs us, thy Goodness we praife, In fending, in Jefus, Salvation by Grace.

O Son of his Love, who deignedft to Die, Our Curfe to remove, our Pardon to buy, Accept our Thanksgiving, Almighty to fave, Who openeft Heaven to all that believe.

O Spirit of Love, of Health, and of Power, Thy working we prove, thy Grace we adore ; Whofe inward revealing applies our Lord's [Blood, Attesting and fealing us Children of God.

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Sacramental HYMNS.

HYMN I.

Today we're bidden to a Feast,

Surely a Feaft divine;

Where Jefus is himself receiv'd

In form of Bread and Wine.

In that fame Night he was betray'd,
Our Lord this Feaft enjoin'd;
By which we might review his Death,
And all his Paffion mind.

Our Shepherd offer'd up himself,
To take away our Sin;
The Crofs a bleeding Victim bore,
The Lamb of God was flain.

Together, with thefe Symbols, Lord,
Thy bleffed felf impart,
And let thy very Flesh and Blood,
Feed each believing Heart.

Let us from all our Sins be wash'd
In thy redeeming Blood:
And let thy Spirit be the feal
That we are Sons of God.

Come Holy Ghoft, with Jefu's Love,
Prepare us for this Feaft;

So fhall we banquet with our Lord,
And lean upon his Breast.

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HYMN II.

HOW fweet and awful is the Place?

With Chrift within the Doors!

While everlasting Love difplays
The choiceft of her Stores.

Here, every bowel of our God,
With foft Compaffion rolls:

Here Peace and Pardon, bought with Blood,
Is Food for dying Souls.

While all our Hearts, and all our Tongues,
Join to admire the Feast;

Each of us cry, with thankful Tongues,
Lord, why was I a Guest ?

'Twas the fame Love that fpread the Feast,
That fweetly drew us in:
Elfe we had ftill refus'd to taste,

And perifh'd in our Sin.

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HOW condefcending, and how kind,

Was God's eternal Son!

Our Mis'ry reach'd his heav'nly Mind,
And Pity brought him down.

He funk beneath our heavy Woes,
To raife us to his Throne:

There's ne'er a Gift his Hand bestows,

But coft his Heart a Groan !

Now,

Now, tho' he reigns exalted high,
His Love is ftill as great!
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor let his Saints forget.

Here we behold his Bowels roll,
As kind, as when he dy'd,
And fee the Sorrows of his Soul,
Bleed thro' his wounded Side.

Here we receive repeated Seals
Of Jefu's dying Love:
Hard is the Wretch, that never feels
One foft Affection move.

Here let our Hearts begin to melt,
While we his Death record:
And with our Joy, for pardon'd Guilt,
Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord,

HYMN

Crucifixion.

BEHOLD a Myftery!

Of Love divinely Free,

We had all offended God,

IV.

God himself a Ransom found, God the Son pour'd out his Blood, He hath once for all aton'd.

The God of Nature fee

Nail'd to the curfed Tree !

He, who all the Creatures made,

He, whom Heaven and Earth obey,

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Suffers in the Creature's ftead,
Who did their Creator nay.

The Sun withdraws his Light,
And wraps the World in Night,
Nature cannot bear to fee

Her Creator fuffering thus ! Yet alas! what Hearts have we! Cold and ftupid at his Crofs.

'Tis finifh'd, Jefus cries! Then bows his Head and Dies! He, who knew no fpot of sin,

All our Curfe and Burden bore, Dy'd to make us Sinners Clean, Dy'd that we might fin no more.

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Sinners, draw near to God,
And wash in Jefu's Blood,
Lo! the Fountain open ftands,
Pardon you may freely have;
Jefus ftretches out his Hand,
Longing ruin'd Souls to fave.

HYM N V.

They shall look, St. and Mourn.

Sinners, view the doleful Garden,
View your Jefus on the Tree;
Dearly purchafing a Pardon
For his People, full and Free :
View him now in Heaven fitting,
Interceding for us there,
Not a Moment intermitting
His Compaffion, and his Care.

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