"Our fouls ftill willing to be gone,

And at thy word depart in peace.

"Here we have feen thy face, O Lord! "And view'd falvation with our eyes, "Tafted and felt the living word,

"The bread defcending from the skies.

4 "Thou haft prepar'd this dying Lamb,

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"Haft fet his blood before our face;

"To teach the terrors of thy name, And fhew the wonders of thy grace

5" He is our light; our morning-star, "Shall fhine on nations yet unknown; "The glory of thine Ifr'el here, "And joys of fpirits near the throne,

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HYMN 82.

HE mem'ry of our dying Lord
Awakes a thankful tongue ;-

How rich he fpreads his royal board,.
And blefs'd the food and fung.

2 Happy the man that eats this bread,"

But doubly bleft was he

That gently bow'd his loving head,
And lean'd it, Lord, on thee.

3 By faith, the fame delights we tafte,
As that great fav'rite did;

And fit and lean on Jefus breast,
And take the heat aly bread.]

4 Down from the palace of the skies, Hither the King defcends;

"Come, my beloved, eat, he cries,
And drink falvation, friends.

15" My flesh is food and phyfic too,
"A balm for all your pains;
"And the red ftreams of pardon fiow,
"From thefe my pierced veins."]

6 Hofanna to his bounteous love,

For fuch a feast below!

And yet he feeds his faints above

With nobler bleffings too.

[7 Come, the dear day, the glorious hour, That brings our fouls to reft!

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Then we fhall need thefe types no more, But dwell at th' heav'nly feaft.

'NOW

HYMN 83.

OW let our pains be all forgot,
Our hearts no more repine;

Our fuff'rings are not worth a thought,
When, Lord, compar'd with thine.

2 In lively figures here we fee,

The bleeding Prince of love; Each of us hope he dy'd for me, And then our griefs remove.

3 Our hymns fhould found like thofe above, Could we our voices raise :

Yet, Lord, our hearts fhall all be love,

And all our lives be praise.

"WE

HYMN 84.

'E fing th' amazing deeds,
That grace divine performs;

Th' eternal God comes down and bleeds,

To nourish dying worms.

2 This foul reviving wine,

Dear Saviour, 'tis thy blood;
We thank that facred flesh of thine,

For this immortal food.]

3 The banquet that we eat,

Is made of heav'nly things;

Earth hath no dainties half so sweet,
As our Redeemer brings.

4 Come, all ye drooping faints,

And banquet with the King;

This wine will drown your fad complaints, And tune your voice to fing

3 Salvation to the name,

Of our adored Chrift;

Thro' the wide earth his grace proclaim,

His glory in the highest.

'A

HYMN 85.

T thy command, our dearest Lord

Here we attend thy dying feaft; Thy blood like wine adorns thy board, And thine own flesh feeds ev'ry guest.

2.Our faith adores thy bleeding love,

And trufts for life in one that dy'd; We hope for heav'nly crowns above, From a Redeemer crucify'd.

3 Let the vain world pronounce its shame, And fling their fcandals on the eaufe; We come to boaft our Saviour's name,

And make our triumphs in his cross.
With joy we tell the fcoffing age;

He that was dead has left his tomb;
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come.

HYMN 86.

ORD, we adore thy bounteous hand,
And fing the folemn feast;
Where sweet celeftial dainties stand,
For ev'ry willing gueft.

2 The tree of life adorns the board
With rich immortal fruit,
And ne'er an angry flaming fword
To guard the paffage to't.

3 The cup stands crown'd with living juice, The fountain flows above;

And runs down ftreaming for our use,
In rivulets of love.

4 The food prepar'd by heav'nly art,
The pleasure's well refin'd;

They fpread new life thro' ev'ry heart,
And cheer the drooping mind.

5 Shout and proclaim the Saviour's love,
Ye faints that tafte his wine:

Join with your kindred faints above,
In loud Hofannas join.

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6 A thousand glories to the God
That gives fuch joy as this:
Hofanna let it found abroad,
And reach where Jefus is.

HYMN 87.

[1OME, let us lift our voices high,
High as our joys arife;

And join the fongs above the sky,
Where pleasure, never dies.

2 Jefus, the God, that fought and bled,
And conquer'd when he fell;
That rofe and at his chariot-wheels
Dragg'd all the pow'rs of hell.

[3 Jefus, the God invites us here
To this triumphal feast ;

And brings immortal bleffings down
For each redeemed gueft.]

4 The Lord! how glorious is his face
How kind his fmiles appear!

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And O! what melting words he fays
To ev'ry humble ear!

"For you the children of my love,

"It was for you I dy'd;

"Behold my hands, behold my feet,

"And look into my fide.

6" Thefe are the wounds for you I bore, "The tokens of my pains;

"When I came down to free your fouls "From mifery and chaine.