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Inspir'd by love, he liv'd and taught;
Inspir’d by love, he died.
Your warm affections move?
That you each other love.
Like his be ev'ry mind;
And ev'ry action kind. 5 Let none, who call themselves his friends
Disgrace the honour'd name;
L. M. 523. Aleditating on the Cross of Christ, i COME see on bloody Calvary,
Suspended on th' accursed tree, A hai'mless suffører cover'd o'er
With shame, and weltring in his gore. 2 Is this the Saviour long foretold
To usher in the age of gold?
And bind the jarring world in peace! § 'Tis He, 'tis He!--he kindly shrouds
His glories in a night of clouds,
Have been the triumphs of thy grace!
C. M. 524.
A Sacramental Hymn. · LORD, at thy table I behold
The wonders of thy grace ; But most of all admire that I
Should find a welcome place: 2 ) that am all defil'd with sin,
A rebel to my God;
And trampled on his blood.
That such a soul has room!
My Jesus bids me come.
The feast was made for you;
And rose, and triumph'd too.'
Lord, we accept thy love: 'Tis a rich banquet we have had,
What will it be above! 6 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven,
Join all your praising powers;
No Saviour is like ours,
I'll give them all to thee:
C. M. 525.
My flesh 18 meat indeed. John vi. 53–55, НЕ [ERE at thy table, Lord, we meet
To feed on food divine: Thy body is the bread we eat, Thy precious blood the wine.
2 He that, prepares this rich repast,
Himself comes down and dies;
Upon the sacrifice.
Lecoines the finest bread;
Our noblest hopes are fed.
In purple torrents ran,
That cheers both God and man. 5 Sure there was never love so free,
Dear Saviour, so divine! Well thou may'st claim that heart of mo,
Which owes so mueh to thine. 6 Yes, thou shalt surely have my heart,
My soul, my strength, my all ; With life itself I'll freely part,
My Jesus, at thy call. 526. (395.) L. M. MY
God! and is thy table spread?
And does thy cup with love o'erflow! Thither be all thy children led,
And let them all its sweetness know. 2 O let thy table honour'd be,
And furnish'd well with joyful guests;
That here its sacred pledges tastes. 8 Let crowds approacha; with hearts prepar'ds
With warm desire let all attend;
The pleasure or the profit end.