Then this vile and finful nature
Incorruption fhall put on;
Life renewing, glorious Saviour,
Let thy gracious will be done.

HYMN 69.

WAS on that dark, that doleful night,

'TWAS

When pow'rs of earth and hell arofe

Against the fons of God's delight,

And friends betray'd him to his foes.

2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and blefs, and brake: What love thro' all his actions ran !

What wond'rous works of grace he spake ! 3 "This is my body, broke for fin;

"Receive and eat the living food :" Then took the cup, and bless'd the wine; "Tis the new cov'nant in my blood."

[4 For us his vital blood was spilt,
To buy the pardon of our guilt;
When for black crimes of biggest size,
He gave his foul a facrifice.]

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"Do this, he cry'd, 'till time fhall end, "In mem'ry of your dying friend;

"Meet at my table and record

"The love of your departed Lord."

[6 Jefus thy feaft we celebrate,

We fhew thy death, we fing thy name; 'Till thou return, and we fhall eat

The marriage fupper of the Lamb.]

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ESUS invites his faints,

JESUS

To meet around his board;
Here pardon'd rebels fit and hold
Communion with their Lord.

2 For food he gives his flesh;
He bids us drink his blood:
Amazing favour, matchlefs grace
Of our defcending God!

3 This holy bread and wine
Maintains our fainting breath,
By union with our living Lord,
And int'reft in his death.

4 Our heav'nly father calls

Christ and his members one;
We the young children of his love,
And he the firft-born fon.

5 Let all our pow'rs be join'd
His glorious name to raise;
Pleasure and love fill every mind,
And ev'ry voice be praise.

HYMN 71.

OW condefcending and how kind
Was God's eternal Son!

Our mis'ry reach'd his heav'nly mind,

Aud pity brought him down.

{2 When justice, by our fins provok'd,
Drew forth its dreadful fword,

He gave his foul up to the ftroke,
Without a murm'ring word.]

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[3 He funk beneath our heavy woès,.......
To raife us to his throne
There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows
But coft his heart a groan.] må

4 This was compaffion like a God,
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

5 Now tho' he reigns exalted high, His love is ftill as great

Well he remembers Calvary

Nor let his faints forget.

[6 Here we behold his bowels rollving a As kind as when he dy'd, th

And fee the forrows of his foul,

Bleed thro' his wounded fide.

7 Here we receive repeated feals

Of Jesus' dying love; 11

Hard is the wretch that never feels

One foft affection move.]

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

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And with our joy for pardon'd guilt,
Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord. A

HYMN $72.

ET us adore th' eternal word,
'Tis he our fouls hath fed;

Thou art our living ftream, O Lord,

And thou th' immortal bread, A

[2 The manna came from lower skies, But Jefus from above,

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Where the fresh fprings of pleasure rife,

And rivers flow with love.]

3 Blefs'd be the Lord, that gives his fliefh To nourish dying men;

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And often fpreads his table fresh,

Left we fhould faint again.

4 Our fouls thall draw their heav'nly breath,
Whilft Jefus finds fupplies;
Nor fhall our graces fink to death,
For Jefus never dies.

[5 Daily our mortal flesh decays,
But Chrift our life fhall come;
His unrefifted pow'r fhall raife
Our bodies from the tomb.]

HYMN 73.

JESUS is gone above the skies,

Where our weak fenfes reach him not;

And carnal objects court our eyes,

To thruft our Saviour from our thought.

He knows what wand'ring hearts we have,
Apt to forget his lovely face;
And to refresh our minds he gave
Thefe kind memorials of his grace.

3 The Lord of life this table spread
With his own flesh and dying blood;
We on the rich provifion feed,

And tafte the wine and bless the God

4 Let finful fweets be all-forgot,

And earth grow lefs in our esteem Chrift and his love fill ev'ry thought,

And faith and hope be fix'd on him.

5 While he is abfent from our fight,
'Tis to prepare our fouls a place
That we may dwell in heav'nly light,
And live for ever near his face.

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HYMN 74:

YOME let us join a joyful tune,
Me
To our exalted Lord,

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

While once upon this lower ground
Weary and faint ye ftood;

What dear refreshment here ye found,
From this immortal food!

3 The tree of life, that near the throne,
In heav'n's high garden grows;
Laden with grace, bends, gently down,
Its ever-fmiling boughs,

4 Now let the flaming weapon stand,
And guard all Eden's trees;
There's ne'er a plant in all that land,
That bears fuch fruit as thefe..

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Infinite grace our fouls adore,

Whose wond'rous hands has made, This living branch of fov'reign pow'r To raife and heal the dead.