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Drive the old dragon from his seat
With his infernal crew.
A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
nto thy arms I fall;
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus and my all.

Hymn 281. 5.11.

[Tuae, Sacrament.]
Sacramental.

b Ah, tell us no more
The Spirit and pow'r
Of Jesus, our God,
Is not to be found in this life giving food.

2 Did Jesus ordain
His supper in vain,
And furnish a feast
For none, but His earliest servants, to taste ’
3 Nay, but this is His will,
(We know it and feel)
That we should partake
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The banquet, scr all He so freely did make.

4. In rapturous bliss
He bids us do this ;
The joy, it imparts,
Hath witness'd His gracious design in our hearts.
5 'Tis God, we believe,
Who cannot deceive ;
The witness of God
Is present, and speaks in the mystical blood.
6 Receiving the bread,
On Jesus we feed;
It doth not appear,
His manner of working; but Jesus is here,

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1 Ho! every one that thirsts draw nigh,
('Tis God invites the fallen race;)
Mercy and free salvation buy ;
Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace.
Come to the living waters, come,
Sinners, obey your Maker's call;
Return, ye weary wand’rers home,
And find my grace reach'd out to all.

3 See from the rock a fountain rise !
For you in healing streams it rolls
Money ye need not bring, nor price,
Ye laboring, burden'd sin-sick souls.

4 Nothing ye in exchange shall give ;
Leave all you have and are behind;
Frankly the gift of God receive,
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.

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[Tune, Cherriton.]
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View of Heaven, Be". Xxii. 115,

2

1 QN Wings of faith mount up my soul and rise,
View thing inheritance beyond the skies;
Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue can tell,
What endless pleasure in those mansions dwell:
There my Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious,
O'er sin, and death, and hell, he reigns victorious.
No gnawing grief, no sad heart rending pain,
In that blest country can admission gain;
No sorrow there, no soul-tormenting fear,
For God's own hand shall wipe the falling tear.
There my Redeemer lives, &c.

3 Before the throne a crystal river glides, Immortal verdure decks its cheerful sides;

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There the fair tree of life majestic rears
Its blooming head, and sov’reign virtue bears.
There my Redeemer lives, &c.

4 No rising sun his endless beams displays,
No sickly moon emits her feeble rays;
The Godhead there celestial glory sheds,
Th’ exalted Lamb eternal radiance spreads:

There my Redeemer lives, &c.

5 One distant glimpse my eager passion fires;
Jesus, to thee my longing soul aspires:
When shall 1 at my heavenly home arrive—
When leave this earth, and when begin to live?
For there my Saviour is all bright and glorious,
O'er sin, and death, and hell, he reigns victorious.

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[Musick by O Shaw,-Melodia Sacra.] Christmas Ode. - Solo—1st Shepherd. f At this unwonted hour, behold, What strikes my wond'ring soul with fear How all yon east is streak'd with gold, As if the opening morn was near, Solo—2nd Shepherd. I mark it ! now the streams unite!. Duet–2nd & 3d Shepherds. One pillar now of moving light ! 2 My soul too shakes' it sinks, it dies? See, through the air the vision flies' Trio—1st, 2nd & 3d Shepherds. . Heav'n shield us, lo! 'tis just at hand Some strange event impends! O'er head direct, it seems to stand, And now the blaze descends. Air, Gabriel. 3 Ye shepherds all your fears resign! I come not arm'd with wrath divine, But fraught * heav'nly love, 20

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The news, the welcome news I bring, Sounds high from every sacred string, *... all yon realms above.

4 l come (and 'tis a blest employ,)
I come the messenger of joy!
Go publish what I sing:
Earth is no more a scene forlorn
This night a promis’d Christ is born
Your Saviour and your King.

5 At Beth’lem, in a manger, lies,
The swaddled babe ; set rapture rise
Round this terrestrial ball !
The raptures catch from heart to heart!
*Till all shall feel, let all impart!
For Christ was born for all !
CHORUS,
6 Glory to God in strains till now unknown,
From ev'ry glowing seraph round the throne,
Peace to this globe, -
All worlds admire the plans
Of heav'ns vast benevolence to man

Hymn 285. 7's. Rejoicing in Hope. Isa. xxxv. 10. Luke xii. 32.

1 CHILDREN of the heavenly king,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

2 Ye are trav’lling home to Ged,
In the way the ń. trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.

3 [Q, ye banish’d seed, be glad |

hrist our advocate is made ;

Us to save, our flesh assumes—
Brother to our souls becomes.] * .

4 Shout, ye little flock, and blest,
You on Jesus’ throne shall rest :
There your seat is now prepar’d-
There your kingdom and reward.

5 Fear not, brethren—joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismay’d go on. *

6 Lord, obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,

"And we still will follow thee.

Hymn 286. L. P. M. Thanksgiving. Say, should we search the globe around, Where can such happiness be found, As dwells in this much favour’d land 7 Here plenty reigns; here freedom sheds Her choicest blessings on our heads; By God supported, still we stand. Here commerce spreads the wealthy store, Which comes from ev’ry foreign shore; Science and art their charms display; Religion teaches us to raise Our voices in our Maker's praise, As truth and conscience point the way. These are thy gifts, almighty King! From thee our matchless blessings spring; Th’ extended shade, the fruitful skies, The raptures liberty bestows, Th’eternal joys the gospel shows, All from thy boundless goodness rise. With grateful hearts, with cheerful tongues, To God we raise united songs; His pow'r and mercy we proclaim;

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