Let plenteous grace descend on those*
Who, hoping in thy word,
This day have publicly declar'd
That JESUS is their LORD.

3 With cheerful feet may they advance,
And run the Christian race;

And thro' the troubles of the way
Find all-sufficient grace.

JAMES NEWTON.

470 C. M. Charleston 195. Hammond 226. A Practical Improvement of Baptisın, Col. iii. 1.

ATTEND, ye children of your GOD;

Ye heirs of glory, hear;

For accents, so divine as these,
Might charm the dullest ear.
Baptiz'd into your Saviour's death,
Your souls to sin must die;
With CHRIST your LORD ye live anew,
With CHRIST ascend on high.

3 There by his Father's side he sits,
Enthron'd divinely fair;

Yet owns himself your Brother still,
And your Forerunner there.
Rise, from these earthly trifles, rise
On wings of faith and love;
Above your choicest treasure lies,
And be your hearts above.

But earth and sin will drag us down,
When we attempt to fly;

Lord! send thy strong attractive power
To raise and fix us high.

DR. DODDRIDge.

The words of this Hymn which are in Italics may easily be put into the singular number.

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471 C. M. CM

New York 33. Sprague 166. New York 33

The Reflection of a baptized Believer-He went on his Way rejoicing, Acts viii. 9.

Twent on his way with joy to
THE holy Eunuch, when baptiz'd,

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And who can tell what rapt'rous thoughts
Did then his mind employ?

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Now reigns above the sky
My Advocate before the throne,onse
My portion when I die?

4 Have I profess'd his holy name ?.and make i Do I his Gospel bear

To Ethiopia's scorched lands,t 199w2
And shall I spread it there?

5 Bless'd pool! in which I lately lay, a
And left my fears behind; went vď
What an unworthy wretch am I've of PT
And GoD profusely kind. eid

6 Bless'd emblem of that precious blood

Which satisfy'd for sini avo kut kara 1.
And of that renovating grace of ange
Which makes the conscience clean.

sored suit mest zu tel me!! a 7 This pattern, LORD! with sacred joy,) Help us to keep in view; hela de The same our work, the same, O make Our consolation too. Beddome.

THE LORD'S SUPPER.

472 L. M. Ailie Street 241.

Bramcoate 8.

A preparatory. Thought for the Lord's Supper, in Imi*gon tation of Isaiah, Ixiii. 1-3.7

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HAT heavenly Man, or lovely GOD, Comes marching downward from the Array'd in garments roll'd in blood, [skies, With joy and pity in his eyes?

2 The LORD! the SAVIOUR! Yes, 'tis he,
I know him by the smiles he wears;
Dear glorious MAN that died for me,
Drench'd deep in agonies and tears.

3. Lo, he reveals his shining breast;
I own these wounds, and I adore:
Lo, he prepares a royal feast,

Sweet fruit of the sharp pangs he bore.

4 Whence flow these favours so divine?
LORD! why so lavish of thy blood?!
Why for such earthly souls as mine,
This heavenly wine, this sacred food?

5 'Twas his own love that made him bleed,
That nail'd him to the cursed tree;
"Twas his own love this table spread,
For such unworthy guests as we.

6 Then let us taste the Saviour's love;
Come, faith, and feed upon the LORD:
With glad consent our lips shall move,
And sweet hosannas crown the board.

. DR. WATTS'S LYRICS,

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473 C. M. Irish 171. Braintree 25.

An Invitation to the Gospel Feast, Luke xiv. 22.

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E wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast!

Where Mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For every humble guest.

2 See JESUS stands with open arms;
He calls, he bids you come:
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But see, there yet is room→→→

3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart,
There love and pity meet;
Nor will he bid the soul depart
. That trembles at his feet.

4 In him the Father reconcil'd
Invites your souls to come;
The rebel shall be call'd a child,
And kindly welcom'd home.

5 O come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love;

While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

6 There, with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,

Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstacies unknown.

7 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come:

Ye longing souls, the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room,

STEELE,

474 L. M. Yarmouth 128. Dresden 178. Rowles 73.

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CHRIST dying, rising, and reigning.

E dies! the friend of sinners dies!
Lo, Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies!

A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
Come, saints, and drop a tear or two
For him who groan'd beneath your load;
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood!
Here's love and grief beyond degree,
"The LORD of glory dies for men !
But lo! what sudden joys we see !
JESUS the dead revives again!
The rising God forsakes the tomb!
Up to his Father's courts he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
flow high our great Deliverer reigns,
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the monster, Death, in chains!
Say, Live for ever, wondrous King,
Born to redeem, and strong to save!
Then ask the monster, Where's thy sting?
And where's thy vict'ry, boasting Grave?

DR. WATTS'S LYRICS.

475 C. M. Liverpool 83. Cambridge New 74.

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A Sacramental Hymn.

ESUS! O word divinely sweet!
How charming is the sound!

What joyful news! what heavenly sense

In that dear name is found!