There Jesus says that "I am his, "And my Beloved's mine."

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HYMN 13. B. 3. C. M. *
St. Martins, Christmas.

3 Here," saith the kind redeeming Lord, Divine love making a feast, and calling in the guests. And shows wounded side,

sweet and awful place,

. See here the spring of all your joys, 'H With Christ within the doors,

"That open'd' when I died!"
4 [He smiles, and cheers my mournful
And tells of all his pain; [heart,
All this," says he, "I bore for thee,'
And then he smiles again.]

5 What shall we pay our heavenly King
For grace so vast as this!
He brings our pardon to our eyes,
And seals it with a kiss.

6 [Let such amazing loves as these
Be sounded all abroad;

Such favours are beyond degrees,
And worthy of a God.]

[To Him who wash'd us in his blood,
Be everlasting praise;
Salvation, honour, glory, power,
Eternal as his days.]

HYMN 12. B. 3. L. M.

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520 old Hundred, Evening Hymn.
The gospel feast.

OW rich are thy provisions, Lord!
Thy table furnish'd from above
The fruits of life o'erspread the board,

The cup o'erflows with heavenly love.
Thine ancient family, the Jews,
Were first invited to the feast:
We humbly take what they refuse,
And Gentiles thy salvation taste.
3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame;
And help was far, and death was nigh!
But at the gospel call we came,
And every want receiv'd supply.

While everlasting love displays

The choicest of her stores!
2 Here every bowel of our God
With soft compassion rolls;
Here peace and pardon, bought with
Is food for dying souls. [blood

3 [While all our hearts and all our songs
Join to admire the feast,

Each of us cries,with thankful tongues,
Lord, why was I a guest?

4" Why was I made to hear thy voice, "And enter while there's room, 'When thousands make a wretched choice,

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And rather starve than come?"]

5'Twas the same love that spread the feast
That sweetly forc'd us in;
Else we had still refus'd to taste,
And perish'd in our sin.

6 [Pity the nations, O our God;
Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,

We long to see thy churches full,
And bring the strangers home.

That all the chosen race
May with one voice and heart and soul
Sing thy redeeming grace.]

HYMN 14. B. 3. L. M.
Quercy, Nantwich.

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The song of Simeon; or, a sight of
Christ makes death casy.

4 From the highway that leads to hell,NOW have our hearts embrac'd our

From paths of darkness and despair,
Lord, we are come, with thee to dwell,
Glad to enjoy thy presence here.]
5 What shall we pay th' Eternal Son,
That left the heaven of his abode,
And to this wretched earth came down,
To bring us, wanderers, back to God?-
6 It cost him death to save our lives;
To buy our souls it cost his own;
And all the unknown joys he gives,
Were bought with agonies unknown.
Our everlasting love is due

To Him who ransom'd sinners lost;
And pity'd rebels, when he knew
The vast expense his love would cost.

God;

We would forget all earthly charms,
And wish to die as Simeon would,
With his young Saviour in his arms.
2 Our Tips should learn that joyful song,
Were but our hearts prepar'd like his;
Our souls still waiting to be gone, 1
And at thy word depart in peace.
3 Here we have seen thy face, O Lord,
And view'd salvation with our eyes,
Tasted and felt the living Word,
The bread descending from the skies.
4 Thou hast prepar'd this dying Lamb,
Hast set his blood before our face,
To teach the terrors of thy name,
And show the wonders of thy grace.

2 And here we drink our Saviour's blood; | 4
We thank thee, Lord! 'tis generous wine;
Mingled with love, the fountain flow'd
From that dear bleeding heart of thine.
3 On earth is no such sweetness found,
For the Lamb's flesh is heavenly food
In vain we search the globe around
For bread so fine, or wine so good.
4 Carnal provisions can at best

But cheer the heart, or warm the head,
But the rich cordial that we taste
Gives life eternal to the dead.
5 Joy to the Master of the feast;
His name our souls forever bless!
To God the King, and God the Priest,
A loud hosanna round, the place.

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HYMN 19. B. 3. L. M. &
Eaton, Portugal.

The food's prepar'd by heavenly art,
The pleasures well refin'd;
They spread new life through every
heart,

And cheer the drooping mind.
5Shout and proclaim the Saviour's lovė,
Ye saints that taste his wine;
Join with your kindred saints above,
In loud hosannas join.

6 A thousand glories to the God
Who gives such joy as this;
Hosanna let it sound abroad,
And reach where Jesus is.

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HYMN 21. B. 3. C. M. X
Rochester, Bray.

The triumphal feast for Christ's victory over sin, and death, and hell.

Glory in the cross; or, not ashamed of 1 COME, let us lift our voices high,

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Christ crucified.

T thy command, our dearest Lord,
Here we attend thy dying feast;
Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board,
And thine own flesh feeds every guest.
2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in one that died;
We hope for heavenly crowns above
From a Redeemer crucified.

3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,
And fling their scandals on thy cause;
We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his cross.
4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He that was dead has left his tomb;
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come.

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HYMN 20. B. 3. C. M.

Rochester.

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Bedford, The provisions for the table of our Lord; the tree of life, and river of love. 1LORD, we adore thy bounteous hand, And sing the solemn feast, Where sweet celestial dainties stand For every willing guest. 2 [The tree of life adorns the board I With rich immortal fruit, And ne'er an angry flaming sword To guard the passage to't. 3 The cup stands crown'd with living The fountain flows above, [juice; And runs down streaming, for our use, In rivulets of love.]

High as our joys arise;
And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.

2 Jesus, the God, who fought and bled,
Who rose, and at his chariot wheels
And conquer'd when he fell;
Dragg'd all the powers of hell.]
3 [Jesus, the God, invites us here,
To this triumphal feast,
And brings immortal blessings down
For each redeemed guest.]
4 The Lord! how glorious is his face!
How kind his smiles appear!
And, O! what melting words he says
To every humble ear!

5" For you, the children of my love,
"It was for you I died;
"Behold my hands, behold my feet,
"And look into my side.

6"These are the wounds for you I bore,
"The tokens of my pains,

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"When I came down to free your souls "From misery and chains. [" Justice unsheath'd its fiery sword, "And plung'd it in my heart; "Infinite pangs for you I bore, "And most tormenting smart. 8" When hell, and all its spiteful powers, "Stood dreadful in my way, "To rescue those dear lives of yours, "I gave my own away.

9" But while I bled, and groan'd, and "I ruin'd Satan's throne; [died, High on my cross I hung, and spy' "The monster tumbling down.

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SOLOMON'S SONG.

HYMN 66.

HYMN 66. B. 1. L. M. X
Italy, Newcourt.

Christ, the King, at his table.
ET him embrace my soul, and prove
Mine interest in his heavenly love:
The voice that tells me, "Thou art mine,"
Exceeds the blessings of the vine.
2 On thee th' anointing Spirit came,
And spread the savour of thy name;
That oil of gladness and of grace
Draws virgin souls to meet thy face.
3 Jesus, allure me by thy charms;
My soul shall fly into thine arms;
Our wandering feet thy favours bring
To the fair chambers of the King.
4 [Wonder and pleasure tune our voice
To speak thy praises, and our joys;
Our memory keeps this love of thine
Beyond the taste of richest wine.]
5 Though in ourselves deform'd we are,
And black as Kedar's tents appear,
Yet when we put thy beauties on,
Fair as the courts of Solomon,
6 [While at his table sits the King,
He loves to see us smile and sing
Our graces are our best perfume,
And breathe like spikenard round the
room.]

As myrrh, new-bleeding from the tree,
Such is a dying Christ to me:
And while he makes my soul his guest,
My bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest.
8 [No beams of cedar or of fir

Čan with thy courts on earth compare ;
And here we wait until thy love
Raise us to nobler seats above.]

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HYMN 67. B. 1. L. M.
Gloucester, Portugal.

Seeking the pastures of Christ the Shepherd. 1THOU, whom my soul admires above

All earthly joy, and earthly love, Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know Where doth thy sweetest pasture grow? 2 Where is the shadow of that rock, That from the sun defends thy flock? Fain would I feed among thy sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep. 3 Why should thy bride appear like one That turns aside to paths unknown? My constant feet would never rove, Would never seek another love,

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14 [The footsteps of thy flock I see;
Thy sweetest pastures here they be:
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with thy wounds and groans
and tears.

5 His dearest flesh he makes my food,
And bids me drink his richest blood:
Here to these hills my soul will come,
Till my Beloved lead me home.]

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HYMN 68. B.1. L. M. X
Wells, Shoel.

The banquet of love.
EHOLD the Rose of Sharon here,
The lily which the valleys bear;
Behold the tree of life, that gives
Refreshing fruit and healing leaves.
2 Among the thorns so lilies shine,
Among wild gourds the noble vine;
So in mine eyes my Saviour proves,

Amidst a thousand meaner loves.
3 Beneath his cooling shade I sat,
To shield me from the burning heat;
Of heavenly fruit he spreads a feast,
To feed my eyes, and please my taste.
4 [Kindly he brought me to the place
Where stands the banquet of his grace;
The banner of his love he spread.
He saw me faint, and o'er my head
5 With living bread and generous wine
He cheers this sinking heart of mine;
And opening his own heart to me, [be.]
He shows his thoughts, how kind they
60 never let my Lord depart;

Lie down and rest upon my heart:
I charge my sins not once to move,
Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my love.

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HYMN 69. B. 1. L. M. X Italy, Rothwell, Castle Street. Christ appearing to his church, and seeking her company.

THE voice of my Beloved sounds

Over the rocks and rising grounds;
O'er hills of guilt, and seas of grief,
He leaps, he flies to my relief.

Now, through the veil of flesh, I see
With eyes of love he looks at me;
Now in the gospel's clearest glass
He shows the beauties of his face.
3 Gently he draws my heart along,
Both with his beauties and his tongue;
Rise,"
," saith my Lord, "make haste