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4. The food's prepar'd by heav'nly art,
The pleasures 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.

6. A thousand glories to the GoD
That gives fuch joys as this;
Hofanna! let it found abroad,
And reach where Jesus is.

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§ CDXLI. The Triumphal Feaft.

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HOME let us lift our voices high.
High as our joys arise;
And join the fongs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies!

2. JESUS, the God that fought and bled,
And conquer'd when he fell;
That rofe, and at his chariot wheels
Dragg'd all the powers of hell.]
[3. JESUS the GoD invites us here
To this triumphal feaft;
And brings immortal bleffings down
For each redeemed guest.]

4. The LORD! how glorious is his face! How kind his fimiles appear!

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And O what melting words he fays
To every humble ear!

"For you the children of my love,
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"Behold my hands; behold my feet,
"And look into my fide!

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

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§ CDXLII. Divine Glories and Graces.

H Great GOD, how bright they shine!

OW are thy glories here difplay'd,

While at thy word we break the bread,
And pour the flowing wine!

2. Here thy revenging juftice ftands
And pleads its dreadful caufe;
Here faving mercy fpreads her hands,
Like JESUS on the cross.

3. Thy faints attend with every grace

On this great facrifice;
And love appears with chearful face,
And faith with fixed eyes.

4. Our hope in waiting pofture fits,
To heav'n directs her fight;
Here every warmer paffion meets,
And warmer pow'rs unite.

5. Zeal and revenge perform their part;
And rifing fin deftroy;

Repentance comes with aking heart,
Yet not forbids the joy.

6. Dear SAVIOUR, change our faith to fight, Let fin for ever die ;

Then fhall our fouls be all delight,
And ev'ry tear be dry.

* CDXLIII. A Memorial till CHRIST Comes,

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3. He whom we remember here, CHRIST fhall in the cloud's appear, Manifeft to ev'ry eye,

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We fhall foon behold Him nigh.
4. Faith afcends the mountain's height,
Now enjoys the pompous fight,
Antedates the final doom,
Sees the judge in glory come.
5. Lo, He comes triumphant down,
Seated on his great white throne !
Cherubs bear it on their wings,
Shouting bear the KING of kings.
6. Lo! his glorious banner spread,
Stains the skies with deepest red,
Dies the land and fires the wood,
Turns the ocean into blood.

7. Gather'd to the well known fign,
We our elder brethren join;
Swiftly to our LORD fly up,
Hail him on the mountain top.
8. Take our happy feats above,
Banquet on his heavenly love,
Lean on our Redeemer's breaft,
In his arms for ever reft.

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As pureft unapproached light,
Compar'd with their dark clouds and spots.

2. And what, alas! is finful man,

All ftain'd with old and recent guilt!
Sick to the very foul, yet thinks
His ftate not ill; for fin's not felt.

3. But beams of heav'nly light and truth,
Piercing the inmoft foul's recefs,
Can fhew there's fomething lurking there,
That drives far off from GOD and bliss.

4. Light fhews the guilt, grace wounds to heal,
O may it ftrike our guilty heart!
Strike deep, that we may deeply feel;
And with each fin may freely part!

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He gave his fon, our dearest LORD,
To purge our ftains with His own blood;
By cov'nant ours, and for the feal
Stamp'd His own image on the flood.
6. We see Him there laid dead for us,
To fhew we dead to fin fhould be;
Then bursts death's bands with pow'r divine,
From fin and death to fet us free.

7. (a) I'm thine, O LORD, and gladly feal
The covenant, that makes Thee mine;
I'll die with Thee, and from Thy grave
Mount up to heav'n. and with Thee fhine.
III. The New Birth.

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And hymn the great Redeemer's praise !

IV. Remiffion of Sins at Baptifm.

OME lowly fouls that mourn,

Wash'd in your Saviour's façred blood, Now call upon his name.

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Rejoice, ye contrite hearts, That tremble at his word In the baptifmal laver plung'd, As was your humble LORD.

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2. Man, whom God made at first upright, Like a fair building, ruin'd lies;

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Praise your Redeemer's love, and tell

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VII. The Penitent purified by Baptifm.

ALAS how foul I find I am!

The LORD has made me fee. Who from this mass of fin and death Has ftrength to fet me free?

2. “ I can, I will, my SAVIOUR cried; "Water and blood both flow'd, "When on the crofs, from My pierc'd fide; "And straight the fountain fhew'd."

3. The wat'ry fount is typic blood,
Prepar'd to bathe me in ;

With joy I view the myftic flood,
To purge away my fin.

4. Trembling I come, 'twixt faith and fear, And hope, and faft, and pray;

O what a lovely Ocean's here,
To wash my ftains away!

5. Better than fam'd Siloam's pool,
Or e'en Bethesda's porch;

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