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He shed his blood our souls to wash:
The believing Soul's Feaft. 1 HERE faith may spy our Saviour's flesh,
Upon the table ly: · Salvation flow in streams of blood,
To drive our fins away.'
And make it a good day :
Empty send none away.
We languish and are faint; ' '
Our fouls will die for want.
Our sp'ritual strength repair ; Give food, till we shall get above,
And feast with Jesus there. " ; 5 While in this defert we sojourn,
Send us grace from above;
And warm our hearts with love. ."
Shew us thy smiling face : " Cause streams of living waters flow
In channels of thy grace. " 7 Thy people, Lord, lament for thee ;'.
O comfort them that mourn; ::: Meet with them as in former days,
To gospel-feasts return.
Let all thine anger cease :
And bid us go in peace. He is
HYMN XLII. - Tbanksgiving after a Gospel-Feast. I ! BLESS God for the food he gave
To me a worm to eat,
And that himself did condescend
Hallelujah, Amen., 2 He made me share immortal cheer,
And sweetly talte his grace ; My hungry foul he did refresh, And loose my tongue to praise.
Hallelujah, &c. .
For all his gifts to me,”
With riches of his grace; ; He took me in his loving arms, And shew'd his smiling face.
Hallelujah, &c. 5 My heart when faiņt he did support,
Dispell'd my guilty fears : He fet my feet upon the rock, And wip'd away my tears.
And doth infiame my love;
Hallelujab, &c. .
Poffeft my heart as thine, Restor'd me thy falvation's joy, Filld me with love divine,
Where living streams do flow;
Suitable Walking after a Gospel-Feaft.
By solemn oath we're thine : romani
And love thy law divine. 2 Since for us thou hast bled and dy'd,', i
To thee our all we give; † rom And for our sins haft fatisfy'd,.,.
To thee we'll only live. Indven' na . 3 Help us to grow in faith and zeal,: ;'si
And thrive in every grace; .,' si
. 4 O let us walk with tenderness,
m e sin And with humility : Lord, break the power of unbelief, was
Our heart fins mortify. s We'll make them our familiars,
Who our dear Lamb do love, We'll travel in their company,
Who seek the land above.
Who would lead us astray :
We will no more give way. 7 May I the Lamb now imitate,
And in his footíteps tread, And still grow in conformity
To my exalted Head. 8 Lord, give more faith, more love and hope,
That I may live to thee, And by my conversation thew
The Lamb hath dy'd for me. ;
In thy sweet ways to go,
Revive Primitive Christianity. .
And melt men's hearts in tears;
In these declining years....
Christ's dying words thought on; .in Let cold and careless fouls be mov'd ,
To honour God's dear Son. 3 When the first faints oft broke thy bread
With love and life divine, camera They drank the spirit of their Head,
As well's their sacred wine. 4 Their meek and pure livęs did proclaim,
They liv'd and walk'd with God : To aliens they endear'd the Lamb,
And spread his fame abroad.
But Telus crucify'd ;
And martyrs for him dy'd
All tortures they endur'd:
Thus strangers they allur'd. 70 where's that ancient holy flame
That in their hearts abode,
And suffer for their God?
· Men's backward wills to yield, And turn us from a wilderness
Unto a fruitful field. 9 Cause numbers.flee to Jelu's wounds, .
Convince them there is room ; Rebels subdue, reign in their souls :
let thy kingdom come.
• HYMN XLV.
1.- QUESTION. . 1 O HARMLESS undefiled Lamb,
What caus'd thy wounds and pain ?
My pressures and complaints, And of my racking bloody death,
Your fins were instruments. 3 To you these bitter pains belong'a,"
On you they would been laid; But love to you made ine them bear,
That God's wrath might be stay’d.” 4 O monstrous fin, thou murderer!
Can I be reconcil'd
No more to this I'll yield. 5 I bitterly bewail my fins,
Which gave my Saviour pain :
They shall no more remain.
All lufts I'll crucife,
. Till they expire and die.
Let no corruption live :
Let none of them survive.
And let it rage no more ;
And turn it to the door.
The Complaints of serious Souls.
In Christ's arms let me fall;