He shed his blood our fouls to wash:

We'll to his glory live.

HYMN XLI.

The believing Soul's Feaft.

1 HERE faith may spy our Saviour's flesh,
Upon the table ly:

Salvation flow in ftreams of blood,
To drive our fins away.

2 Grant, Lord, thy prefence at this feast,
And make it a good day:

Give to each guest what thou seest best;
Empty fend none away.

3 To thee we look for living bread :
We languish and are faint:

If fafting thou shalt us difmifs,
Our fouls will die for want.

4 Thy heav'nly manna, Lord, rain down.
Our fp'ritual ftrength repair;
Give food, till we fhall get above,
And feaft with Jefus there.

5 While in this defert we fojourn,
Send us grace from above;

Our fouls refresh, our faith increase,
And warm our hearts with love.
6 Thine ordinance, Lord, countenance;
Shew us thy fmiling face:

Cause streams of living waters flow
In channels of thy grace.

7 Thy people, Lord, lament for thee:
Ó comfort them that mourn;
Meet with them as in former days,
To gofpel-feafts return.

8 Charge not on us our former fins ;
Let all thine anger cease:
Look to the cross on Calvary,
And bid us go in peace.

HYMN XLII.

Thanksgiving after a Gospel-Feast.

I I BLESS God for the food he

gave

To me a worm to eat,

And

And that himself did condefcend

To fit with me at meat
Hallelujah. Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen..

2 He made me fhare immortal cheer,
And fweetly taste his grace;
My hungry foul he did refresh,
And loofe my tongue to praise..
Hallelujah, &c.

3

4

"What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me,"

And for this gift unspeakable,

His Son for me to die?
Hallelujah, &c.

He from his fulnefs did me feaft
With riches of his grace;
He took me in his loving arms,
And fhew'd his smiling face.
Hallelujah, &c.

5 My heart when faint he did fupport,
Difpell'd my guilty fears:

He fet my feet upon the rock,
And wip'd away my tears. -
Hallelujah, &c.

6 His pard'ning voice makes me to fing,
And doth inflame my love;

His fpirit lifts my thoughts from earth
Unto the things above.
Hallelujah, &c.

7 I praife thy name, who pity'd me,
Poffeft my heart as thine,

Reftor'd me thy falvation's joy,
Fill'd me with love divine.
Hallelujah, &c.

8 In heav'n thy faints feast on thy love,
Where living ftreams do flow;

They praise their Head in hymns above,
And we in hymns below.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen.

HYMN

HYMN XLIII.

Suitable Walking after a Gofpel-Feaft.

ITO Chrift we now devoted are,

By folemn oath we're thine:

Give grace and strength now to obey
And love thy law divine.

2 Since for us thou haft bled and dy'd,
To thee our all we give; t

And for our fins haft fatisfy'd, da
To thee we'll only live.

3 Help us to grow in faith and zeal,

And thrive in every grace;

And let Chrift's love constrain us ftill
To run our Chriftian race.

4 O let us walk with tenderness,
And with humility:

Lord, break the power of unbelief,
Our heart fins mortify.

5 We'll make them our familiars,
Who our dear Lamb do love,
We'll travel in their company,
Who feek the land above.

6 But loofe companions we will flee,
Who would lead us aftray:
To finful thoughts and tempting faares
We will no more give way.

7 May I the Lamb now imitate,
And in his footíteps tread,
And still grow in conformity

Το my exalted Head.

8 Lord, give more faith, more love and hope, That I may live to thee,

And by my converfation fhew

The Lamb hath dy'd for me.

9 Thou meeteft them who do rejoice

In thy fweet ways to go,

Who would their days fpend to thy praife
While they are here below.

Revive Primitive Christianity.

I BLEST Spirit come with mighty pow'r,
And melt men's hearts in tears;

Thy work revive throughout the lands
In thefe declining years..

2 Let

3

yet

God's ordinance be lov'd,
Christ's dying words thought on;
Let cold and carelefs fouls be mov'd
To honour God's dear Son.

When the first faints oft broke thy bread
With love and life divine,

They drank the spirit of their Head,
As well's their facred wine.

4 Their meek and pure lives did proclaim,
They liv'd and walk'd with God:
To aliens they endear'd the Lamb,
And fpread his fame abroad.

5 Their zealous hearts would nothing know
But Jefus crucify'd;

Him they confefs'd while here below,

And martyrs for him dy'd

6 Their love to Jefus was fo ftrong,

All tortures they endur'd:

While they the flain Lamb made their fong,
Thus ftrangers they allur'd.

7 O where's that ancient holy flame

That in their hearts abode,

Which made them witnefs for the Lamb,
And fuffer for their God?

8 O God, send fhow'rs of grace, and caufe
Men's backward wills to yield,

And turn us from a wilderness

Unto a fruitful field.

Caufe numbers.flee to Jefu's wounds,
Convince them there is room;

Rebels fubdue, reign in their fouls:
Olet thy kingdom come.

HYMN

HYMN XLV.

Revenge the Death of CHRIST upon Sin

QUESTION.

O HARMLESS undefiled Lamb,
What caus'd thy wounds and pain?
Thou knew'ft no fin, thou did'ft no wrong;
What caus'd thee to be flain?

ANSWER.

66 Of all my wounds and anguish fore,
My preffures and complaints,
And of my racking bloody death,
Your fins were inftruments.

3 To you thefe bitter pains belong'd,
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

To fuffer thee to lodge with me?
No more to this I'll yield.

5 I bitterly bewail my fins,

Which gave my Saviour pain:
I them abhor, and caft to door;
They fhall no more remain.

6 I'll fin purfue the Lamb that flew;
All lufts I'll crucifie,
By nailing them to Jefu's crofs,
Till they expire and die.

7 Subdue my heart, O mighty king;
Let no corruption live:1

Kill paffion, pride, and all thy foes,
Let none of them furvive.

8 Tear

up

the roots of inbred fin,

And let it rage no more;

All fatan's plenishing break down,

And turn it to the door.

HYMN XLVI.

The Complaints of ferious Souls.

I WHEN doubts and fears opprefs my foul,

In Chrift's arms let me fall;
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