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What beauty should command my love,
Like what in Christ I see?

d 5 Away, ye false delusive toys,
Vain tempters of the mind!
• 'Tis here I fix my lasting choice,
And here true bliss I find.

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DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 164. L. M. Gloucester. [*]

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Early Piety. Matt. xii, 20.
TOW soft the words my Saviour speaks!
How kind the promises he makes!

A bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor will he quench the smoking flax.
2 The humble poor he wont despise,
Nor on the contrite sinner frown;
His ear is open to their cries,
He quickly sends salvation down.
3 When piety in early minds,
Like tender buds begins to shoot,
He guards the plants from threat'ning winds,
And ripens blossoms into fruit.

4 With humble souls he bears a part,
In all the sorrows they endure;
Tender and gracious is his heart,
His promise is for ever sure.

5 He sees the struggles that prevail,
Between the pow'rs of grace and sin;
He kindly listens while they tell
The bitter pangs they feel within.

6 Tho' press'd with fears on ev'ry side,
They know not how the strife may end;

Yet he will soon the cause decide,

And judgment unto vict'ry send.

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STENNET.

HYMN 165. C. M. Wareham. [b*]

Young Persons entreated.

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BETO dear Lord, upon our youth,

The gift of saving grace;

And let the seed of sacred truth

Fall in a fruitful place.

-2 Grace is a plant, where'er it grows,

Of pure and heav'nly root; But fairest in the youngest shows, And yields the sweetest fruit.

d 3 Ye careless ones, O hear betimes,

The voice of sovereign love!

e Your youth is stained with many crimes,

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But mercy reigns above.

d 4 True you are young, but there's a stone

Within the youngest breast,

Or half the crimes which you have done,
Would rob you of your rest.

-5 For you the public prayer is made,

Oh, join the public prayer!
p For you the secret tear is shed,
O shed yourselves a tear.

-6 We pray that you may early prove,
The Spirit's power to teach;
You cannot be too young to love
That Jesus whom we preach.

HYMN 166. 7s. Redeeming Love.
Prayer for young Persons.
1 TOW may fervent prayer arise,

Fervent prayer will bring us down
Gracious answers from the throne.
e 2 Shepherd of thy blood-bought sheep,
Teach the stony heart to weep;

COWPER

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the skies.

Let the blind have eyes to seee See theinselves and look on thee. -3 Let the minds of all our youth Feel the force of sacred truth; While the gospel call they hear, May they learn to love and fear. 4 Show them what their ways have been; Show them the desert of sin; e Then thy dying love reveal;

This shall melt a heart of steel.

-5 Where thou hast thy work begun,
Give new strength the race to run;
Scatter darkness, clouds, and fears,
Wipe away the mourner's tears.

-6 Bless us all, both old and young:
Call forth praise from ev'ry tongue;
Let the whole assembly prove
All thy power, and all thy love.

SELECT.

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NEWTON.

HYMN 167. 7s. Fairfax. [b]
Prayer for Children.

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RACIOUS Lord, our children see ;
By thy mercy we are free;

But shall these, alas! remain
Subjects still of Satan's reign ?
2 Israel's infants, when of old,
Pharaoh threaten'd to withhold;
d Then thy Messenger, said “No :
"Let the children also go."

e 3 When the angel of the Lord,
Drawing forth his dreadful sword,
Slew with an avenging hand,
All the first-born of the land ;-
o 4 Then thy people's doors he pass'd,
Where the bloody sign was plac'd:
e Hear us now upon our knees,

Plead the blood of Christ for these.
e 5 Lord, we tremble, for we know
How the fierce malicious foe,
Wheeling round his watchful flight,
Keeps them ever in his sight.
-6 Spread thy pinions, King of kings!
Hide them safe beneath thy wings:
e Lest the rav'nous birds of prey
Seize and bear the brood away.

COWPER

HYMN 168. 8 & 7. Calvary. [b]

Surrender to infinite Love. - SACRAMENTAL

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HEN I view my Saviour bleeding,
For my sins, upon the tree;

e O how wondrous!-how exceeding
Great his love appears to me!

e 2 Floods of deep distress and anguish,
To impede his labours came;
-Yet they all could not extinguish
Love's eternal, burning fiame.
e 3 Now redemption is completed,
Full salvation is procur'd:
• Death and Satan are defeated,
By the suff'rings he endur'd.

• 4 Now the gracious Mediator, Risen to the courts of bliss, Claims for me a sinful creature, Pardon, righteousness, and peace. -5 Sure such infinite affection

Lays the highest claims to mine; • All my pow'rs without exception, Should in fervent praises join. -6 Jesus, fit me for thy service, Form me for thyself alone; e I am thy most costly purchase; Take possession of thy own.

LEE.

HYMN 169. C. M. Canterbury. [b*]

Christ's Flesh Meat indeed.

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vi, 53-56.

SACRAMENTAL. John

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 who prepares this rich repast,
Himself comes down and dies;
And then invites us thus to feast

Upon the sacrifice.

3 Here peace and pardon sweetly flow;
Oh, what delightful food!
We eat the bread and drink the wine-
But think on nobler good.

4 The bitter torments he endur'd,
Upon th' accursed tree,

For me-each welcome guest may say,
'Twas all procur'd for me.

5 Sure there was never love so free

Dear Saviour-so divine!

Well thou may'st claim that heart of me,

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Which owes so much to thine.

HYMN 170. C. M.

STENNET.

York. Barby. [*]

Welcome to the Table. SACRAMENTAL.
heav'nly wine,

HIS is the feast of

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And God invites to sup;

The juices of the living vine,

Were press'd to fill the cup.

• 2 Oh, bless the Saviour, ye who eat,
With royal dainties fed;

-Not heav'n affords a costlier treat,
For JESUS is the bread!

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e 3 The vile, the lost he calls to them;

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"Ye trembling souls appear! "The righteous in their own esteem, "Have no acceptance here.

4 "Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse "The banquet spread for you;"

e Dear Saviour, this is welcome news, Then I may venture too.

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-5 If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place;
• Surely the Lord will welcome me,
And I shall see his face.

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COWPER.

HYMN 171. L. M. Gloucester. [b*]

Christ Crucified. SACRAMENTAL.
HEN on the cross, my Lord I

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see,

Bleeding to death for wretched me;

-Satan and sin no more can move,

For I am all transform'd to love.

2 His thorns and nails pierce through my heart,

In every groan I bear a part;

e I view his wounds with streaming eyes,
p But see, he bows his head and dies!
-3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God,
blood!

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Wounded, and dead, and bath'd in
Behold his side, and venture near;

-The well of endless life is here.

4 Here I forget my cares and pains; I drink, yet still my thirst remains: Only the fountain-head above,

Can satisfy the thirst of love.

e 5 Oh that I thus could always feel!
Lord, more and more thy love reveal :
o Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim
The grace and glory of thy Name.

o 6 Thy Name dispels my guilt and fear,
Revives my heart, and charms my ear;
Affords a balm for ev'ry wound,
d And Satan trembles at the sound.

NEWTON

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