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HYNN to CHRIST the King..

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I.

ESU, Thou art our King,
To Me thy Succour bring.
CHRIST, the Mighty One art Thou,
Help for All on Thee is laid;
This the Word; I claim it now,
Send me now the promis'd Aid.

II.

High on thy Father's Throne,
O look with Pity down!
Help, O help! attend my Call,
Captive lead Captivity,
King of Glory, Lord of All,"
CHRIST, be Lord, be King to Me!

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,
And spread thy Victory;
Hell, and Death, and Sin controul,
Pride, and Self, end ev'ry Foe,
All fubdue; thro' all my soul,
Conqu'ring, and to conquer go.

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,
Thy Pow'r we joy to feel.

To thee our humblett Thanks we pay,
To thee our Souls we bow;
Of Hell ere while the helpless Prey,
Heirs of thy Glory now.

II.

As Incenfe to thy Throne above
O let our Pray'rs arife!

O wing with Flames of holy Love
Our living Sacrifice.

Stir up thy Strength, O LORD of Might,
Our willing Breasts inspire;

Fill our whole Souls with Heav'nly Light,

Melt with feraphic Fire.

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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,
And all our Souls be Thine!

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,
Lift'ning Angels join the Song !
Sing with Us, ye Heav'nly Powers,
Pardon, Grace, and Glory Ours!

III.

Love's Myfterious Work is done!
Greet we now th' accepted Son,
Heal'd and quicken'd by his Blood,
Join'd to CHRIST, and one with Gop.

IV.

CHRIST, of all our Hopes the Seal;
Peace Divine in CHRIST we feel,
Pardon to our Souls apply'd :
Dead for All, for Me he dy d

V.

Sin fhall tyrarnize no more,
Purg'd its Guilt, diffolv'd its Pow'r;
JESUS makes cur Hearts his Throne,
There he lives, and reigns alone.

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;
Mightier Joys ordain'd to know
Hin when fully Ours we prove,
Ours the Heav'n of perfect Love!

CHRIST protecting and fantifying.

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JESU, fource of calm Repofe,

Thy Like nor Man, nor Angel knows
Fairest among ten thousand fair!

Ev'n thofe whom Death's fad Fetters bound,
Whom thickest Darkness compass'd round,
Find Light and Life, if thou appear.

II.

Effulgence of the Light divine,

E'er rolling Planets knew to fhine,

E'er ime its ceafalefs Course began i
Thou, when th' appointed Hour was come,
Didit not abhor the Virgin's Womb,
But GoD with GoD, wert Man with Man.

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The World, Sin, Death, oppofe in vain,
Thou by thy dying Death hat flain,
My great Deliv❜rer and my God!
In vain does the old Dragon rage,
In vain all Hell its Pow'rs engage;

None can withstand thy conqu'ring Blood.

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IV.

LORD Over all, fent to fulfil

Thy gracious father's fov'reign Will,
To thy dread Sceptre will I bow:
With dut'ous Rev'rence at thy Feet,
Like humble Mary, lo, 1 fit:

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,
Springs forth, obedient to thy Call,
A Heart, that no Defire can move,
But ftill t'adore, believe and love,
Give me, my LORD, my Life, my All.

PUBLICK WORSHIP.

I.

O, GOD is here! let us adoré,

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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,
Serve Him with Awe, with Rev'rence love.

Lo,

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