HYNN to CHRIST the King.. JE I. ESU, Thou art our King, II. High on thy Father's Throne, III. I pant to feel thy Sway, And only. Thee L'obey:. Thee my Spirit gafps to meet, This my one, my ceafelefs Pray'r, Make, O make my Heart thy Seat, O fet up thy Kingdom: there! IV. Triumph, and reign in Me, Prayer Prayer to CHRIST before the Sacrament. I. Thou, whom Sinners love, whofe Care Does all our Sickness heal, Thee we approach with Hearts fincere, To thee our humblett Thanks we pay, II. As Incenfe to thy Throne above O wing with Flames of holy Love Stir up thy Strength, O LORD of Might, Fill our whole Souls with Heav'nly Light, Melt with feraphic Fire. From thy bleft Wounds our Life we draw ; Thy all attoning Blood Daily we drink with trembling Awe; Thy Flesh our daily Food. Come, LORD, thy fov'reign Aid impart, Here make thy Likenels fhine! Stamp thy whole Image on our Heart, HYMN SON HYMN after the Sacrament. I. `` ONS of GoD,, triumphant rife, Shout th' accomplish'd Sacrifice! Shout your Sins in CHRIST forgiv'n, Sons of GOD, and Heirs of Heav'n! H. Ye that round our Altars throng, III. Love's Myfterious Work is done! IV. CHRIST, of all our Hopes the Seal; V. Sin fhall tyrarnize no more, VI Grace our ev'ry Thought controuls, Heav'n is open'd in our Souls, Everlasting Life is won, Glory is on Earth begun. CHRIST CHRIST in Us in Him we fee Fulness of the Deity. Beam of the eternal Beam ; Life divine we taste in him! VIII. Him we only taste below; CHRIST protecting and fantifying. O JESU, fource of calm Repofe, Thy Like nor Man, nor Angel knows Ev'n thofe whom Death's fad Fetters bound, II. Effulgence of the Light divine, E'er rolling Planets knew to fhine, E'er ime its ceafalefs Course began i The World, Sin, Death, oppofe in vain, None can withstand thy conqu'ring Blood. IV. LORD Over all, fent to fulfil Thy gracious father's fov'reign Will, Speak, LORD, thy Servant heareth now. V. Renew thy Image, LORD, in me, Lowly and gentle may I be; No Charms but these to Thee are dear: No Anger may'ft thou ever find, No Pride in my unruffled Mind, But Faith and Heav'n born Peace be there. VI. A patient, a victorious Mind That, Life and all Things caft behind, PUBLICK WORSHIP. I. O, GOD is here! let us adoré, And own, how dreadful is this Place! Let all within us feel his Pow'r, And filent bow before his Face. Who know his Pow'r, his Grace who prove, Lo, |