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How rich he spread his royal board,
And bleft the food, and fung!
But doubly blest was he
And lean'd it, Lord, on thee:
CCXCI. The Sufferings of Christ
viewed by Faith.
IN OW let our pains be all forgot.
Our hearts no more repine ; Our fuff'rings are not worth a thought,
When, Lord, compar'd with thine.
2 In lively figures here we fee
The bleeding prince of love ; And each believes he dy'd for me,
And then our griefs remove.
3 Grace, wisdom, justice, join'd and wrought;
The wonders of that day :
Can equal thanks repay.
CCXCII. Grace and Glory by
the Death of Christ.
i ITTING around our Father's board,
We raise a tuneful breath ; .. .
CCXCIII. The Memorial of our
absent Lord. John. xvi. 16. Luk. xxii. 19. I T ESUS is gone above the skies, on
J Where our weak senfes reach him not ;
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L. And Spirit be ador’d, While there are works to make him knowns. • Or faints to love the Lord.' .
1 THE God of mercy be ador'd,"
Who calls our souls from death,”
And new creating breath.
And Spirit all divine, i
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