Be temples of the Holy Ghost,

And fill'd with faith and hope and love. 4 Their hearts from things of earth remove, Sprinkle them, Lord, from fin and fear; Fix their affections all above,

And lay up all their treasure there.

5 Give them a tongue to speak thy word;
Thou speakeft to the churches now:
And let all tongues confefs their Lord,
Let ev'ry knee to Jefus bow. *

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BAPTISM,

HYMN CCLXXXVII. C. M.

ELESTIAL Dove, defcend from high,
And on the water brood:

Come, with thy quick'ning pow'r apply
The water and the blood.

2 I love the Lord that ftoops fo low
To give his word a feal;

But the rich grace his hands bestow
Exceeds the figure still,

3 Almighty God, for thee we call,
And our requeft renew:

Accept in Chrift, and bless withal,
The work we have to do.

HYMN CCLXXXVIII. S. M.

MY

TY Saviour's pierced fide
Pour'd out a double flood;

By water we are purify'd,
And pardon'd by the blood.

2 Call'd from above, I rife,
And wash away my fin;

The ftream to which my fpirit flies,
Can make the fouleft clean.

3 It runs divinely clear,

A fountain deep and wide;
'Twas open'd by the foldier's fpear
In my Redeemer's fide!

HYMN CCLXXXIX. L. M.

COM

1 NOME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, Honour the means ordain'd by thee! Make good our apoftolic boaft,

And own thy glorious miniftry.

2 Father, in thefe reveal thy Son:
In thefe for whom we feek thy face,
The hidden mystery make known,
The inward pure baptizing grace.
3 Jefus, with us thou always art:
Effectuate the facred fign:
The gift unfpeakable impart,

And blefs the ordinance divine.

4 Eternal Spirit, defcend from high, Baptizer of our fpirits thou! The facramental feal apply,

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And witnefs with the water now!

SACRAMENTAL.

HYMN CCXC.

'N that fad memorable night,

When Jefus was for as betray'd,

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He left his death-recording rite,

He took and blefs'd and brake the bread, And gave his own their last bequest, And thus his love's intent exprefs'd:

"Take, eat, this is my body giv'n,
"To purchase life and
peace for you,
* Pardon and holinefs and heav'n;
"Do this my dying love to fhew,
"Accept your precious legacy,

"And thus, my friends, remember me."

3 He took into his hands the cup,
To crown the facramental feaft,
And full of kind concern look'd up,
And gave to them what he had bleft:
*And drink ye all of this, he faid,
"In folemn mem'ry of the dead."

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"This is my blood, which feals the new "Eternal cov'nant of my grace; "My blood fo freely fhed for you, "For you, and all the finful race: "My blood, that fpeaks your fins forgiv'n, "And juftifies your claim to heav'n.'

HYMN CCXCI. S. M.

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ET all who truly bear

The bleeding Saviour's name,

Their faithful hearts with us prepare,
And eat the Pafchal Lamb:

Our paffover was flain,

At Salem's hallow'd place,

Yet we who in our tents remain,

Shall gain his largest grace.

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This euchariftic,feaft

Our ev'ry want fupplies,

And ftill we by his death are bleft,
And share his facrifice

By faith his flesh we eat
Who here his paffion fhow,
And God outof his holy feat
Shall all his gifts bestow.

Who thus our faith employ
His fuff'rings to record,

Ev'n now we mournfully enjoy
Communion with our Lord;
As though we ev'ry one
Beneath his crois had stood,

And feen him heave, and heard him groan, And felt his gushing blood.

O God! 'tis finish'd now!
The mortal pang is paft!

By faith his head we fee him bow,
And hear him breathe his laft!
We too with him are dead,

And shall with him arise,

The cross on which he bows his head,
Shall lift us to the fkies.

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HYMN CCXCII.

OCK of Ifrael, cleft for me,
For us, for all mankind,
See, thy feebleft foll'wers fee,
Who call thy death to mind:
Still the fountain of thy blood
Stands for finners open'd wide,

Now, ev'n now, my Lord, my God,
I wash me in thy fide.

2 Now, ev'n now, we all plunge in,
And drink the purple wave;

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This the antidote for fin,

"Tis this our fouls fhall fave: With the life of Jefus fed,

Lo! from ftrength to strength we rise,
Follow'd by our Rock, and led
To meet him in the fkies.

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HYMN CCXCIII. L. M.

UTHOR of our falvation, thee
With lowly thankful hearts we praise,

Author of this great mystery,
Figure and means of saving grace.

2 The facred true effectual fign,
Thy body and thy blood it fhows:
The glorious inftrument divine

Thy mercy and thy ftrength beftows.

3 We fee the blood that feals our peace, Thy pard'ning mercy we receive; The bread doth visibly exprefs

The ftrength thro' which our spirits live.

4 Our fpirits drink a fresh fupply,
And eat the bread fo freely giv'n,
Till borne on eagle's wings we fly,
And banquet with our Lord in heav'n.

HYMN CCXCIV. C. M.

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bread

Didit in Emmaus break,