A Treatise on the Lord's Supper

Of Him, who came to save the lost,
His Father's only Son;

His people make their daily boast,
Of Him, and Him alone.

HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS.

HARK! the glad sound, the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promis'd long:
Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev'ry voice a song.

He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And, with the treasures of his grace,
T' enrich the humble poor.
Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heav'n's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

HYMN FOR EASTER.

YE humble souls that seek the Lord,
Chase all your fears away:
And bow with pleasure down to see
The place where Jesus lay.

Thus low the Lord of Life was brought,

Such wonders love could do;
Thus cold in death that Saviour laid,
Who bled and died for you.

But dry your tears, and tune your songs,
The Saviour lives again!

Not all the bolts and bars of death,
The Conqueror could detain.

With joy like His shall ev'ry saint

His empty tomb survey;
Then rise with his ascending Lord
To realms of endless day.

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с. м. ANOTHER HYMN FOR EASTER.

JESUS CHRIST is ris'n to-day,
Our triumphant holiday;
Who so lately on the cross
Suffer'd to redeem our loss.

Hymns of praises let us sing
Unto Christ, our heav'nly King,
Who endur'd the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.

By the pains which he endur'd,
Our salvation he procur'd:

Now in heaven he is King,

Where the angels ever sing. Hallelujah.

HYMN FOR ASCENSION.

SEE, the heav'n its Lord receives !
Yet he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.

Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads,
Next himself prepares our place,
First-born of the human race.

Master, Lord, to thee we cry,
On thy throne exalted high ;
See thy faithful servants, see,
Ever looking up to thee !

Grant, though parted from our sight,
Far above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Seeking thee beyond the skies.

HYMN FOR WHIT-SUNDAY.

SPIRIT of Mercy, Truth, and Love!
O shed thy influence from above;
And still from age to age convey
The wonders of this sacred day.

7's.

L. M.

In every clime, by every tongue,
Be God's amazing glory sung:
Let all the listening earth be taught
The acts our great Redeemer wrought.

Unfailing Comfort, Heavenly Guide!
Still o'er thy favour'd Church preside:
Still may mankind thy blessings prove,
Spirit of Mercy, Truth, and Love!

HYMN FOR TRINITY-SUNDAY.

WE give immortal praise
To God the Father's love,
For all our comforts here,
And better hopes above:
He sent his own eternal Son,
To die for sins which men had done.

To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with his blood
From everlasting woe:
And now he lives, and now he reigns,
And sees the fruit of all his pains.

To God the Holy Ghost,
Immortal praise we give,
Whose new-creating pow'r

Makes the dead soul revive:
His work completes the great design,
And fills our heart with joys divine.

Almighty God, we bow
Before thy glorious throne;
The undivided Three,

And the mysterious One !
Thee we adore, eternal Lord,
And rest our faith upon thy Word.

P. M.

ANOTHER HYMN FOR TRINITY SUNDAY.

BLESS'D be the Father, and his love,
To whose celestial source we owe
Rivers of endless joy above,

And rills of comfort here below.
Glory to thee, great Son of God,
From whose dear wounded body rolls
A precious stream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying souls.
We give thee, sacred Spirit, praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and woe,
Makes living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.
Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, we adore;
That sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a shore.

L. M.