-2 [The manna came from lower skies,
But Jesus from above;

Where the fresh springs of pleasure rise,
And rivers flow with love.

3 The Jews, the Fathers, dy'd at last,
Who ate the heavenly bread;

But these provisions which we taste,
Can raise us from the dead.]

o 4 Blest be the Lord, who gives his flesh,
To nourish dying men;

And often spreads his table fresh,

Lest we should faint again.

-5 Our souls shall draw their heavenly breath,

While Jesus finds supplies;

Nor shall our graces sink to death,

For Jesus never dies.

e 6 Daily our mortal flesh decays, But Christ our life shall come; o His unresisted power shall raise Our bodies from the tomb.

HYMN 6. L. M. Bath. [*]

The Memorial of our absent Lord. John xvi, 16. Luke xxii, 19. John xiv, 3.

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ESUS is gone above the skies,

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Where our weak senses reach him not;

e And carnal objects court our eyes,

To thrust our Saviour from our thought. 2 He knows what wand'ring hearts we have, Apt to forget his lovely face;

-And, to refresh our minds, he gave

These kind memorials of his grace. o 3 The Lord of life this table spread, With his own flesh and dying blood; We on the rich provision feed, And taste the wine, and bless our God. -4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot, And earth grow less in our esteem; o Christ and his love fill ev'ry thought, And faith and hope be fix'd on him. -5 Whilst he is absent from our sight, o 'Tis to prepare our souls a place,

That we may dwell in heavenly light, g And live for ever near his face. -6 [Our eyes look upwards to the hills, Whence our returning Lord shall come :

We wait thy chariot's awful wheels,
To fetch our longing spirits home.]

HYMN 7. L. M. Gloucester. [b]
Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ. Gal. vi, 14.

HEN I survey the wondrous cross,
On which the Prince of glory dy'd,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
e 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God:
-All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to thy blood.

e 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
e 4 (His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.)
o 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love, so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.]

HYMN 8. C. M. Bethlehem. [*]
The Tree of Life.

OME, let us join a joyful tune,
To our exalted Lord,

Ye saints on high, around his throne,
And we around his board.

e 2 While once upon this lower ground,
Weary and faint ye stood,

-What dear refreshment here ye found,
From this immortal food.

o 3 The tree of life, that, near the throne,
In heaven's high garden grows,

Laden with grace, bends gently down.
Its ever-smiling boughs.

-4 (Hov'ring among the leaves, there stands The sweet celestial Dove;

And Jesus on the branches hangs

The banner of his love.)

5 ('Tis a young heaven of strange delight. While in his shade we sit ;

His fruit is pleasing to the sight,

And to the taste as sweet.

o 6 New life it spreads through dying hearts,
And cheers the drooping mind;
Vigour and joy the juice imparts,
Without a sting behind.)

-7 Now let the flaming weapon stand,
And guard all Eden's trees:
There's ne'er a plant in all that land,
That bears such fruits as these.

8 Infinite grace our souls adore,

Whose wondrous hand has made This living branch of sovereign power To raise and heal the dead.]

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HYMN 9. S. M. Watchman.

The Spirit, the Water, and the Blood. 1 John v,

ET all our tongues be one,
To praise our God on high,
Who from his bosom sent his Son,
To fetch us strangers nigh.
Nor let our voices cease
To sing the Saviour's name;
Jesus, th' Ambassador of peace,
How cheerfully he came!
It cost him cries and tears,
To bring us near to God;

e 3

-Great was our debt, and he appears,
To make the payment good.

e 4 (My Saviour's pierced side,
Pour'd out a double flood;

-By water we are purify'd,
And pardon'd by the blood.
Infinite was our guilt,

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But he our Priest atones;

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g On the cold ground his life was spilt, And offer'd up with groans.)

e 6 Look up, my soul, to him
Whose death was thy desert;
And humbly view the living stream
Flow from his breaking heart.
There, on the cursed tree,
In dying pangs he lies!-
Fulfils his Father's great decree,
And all our wants supplies.
Thus the Redeemer came,
By water and by blood

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And when the Spirit speaks the same,

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We feel his witness good.
While the eternal Three
Bear their record above;

e Here I believe he dy'd for me,

And seal'd my Saviour's love.
10 (Lord cleanse my soul from sin,
Nor let thy grace depart;

Great Comforter, abide within,
And witness to my heart.)]

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HYMN 10. L. M. Geeen's. [*]

Christ Crucified, the Wisdom and Power of God. TATURE with open volume stands, To spread her Maker's praise abroad; And ev'ry labour of his hands

d Shews something worthy of a God:o 2 But in the grace that rescu'd man, His brightest form of glory shines; p Here on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn, In precious blood, and crimson lines. o 3 (Here his whole Name appears complete; -Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove, Which of the letters best is writ,

o The power, the wisdom, or the love.)
e 4 Here I behold his inmost heart,

Where grace and vengeance strangely join,
Piercing his Son with sharpest smart,
To make the purchas'd pleasures mine.
o 5 Oh! the sweet wonders of that cross,
Where God, the Saviour, lov'd and dy’d!
Her noblest life my spirit draws,

From his dear wounds and bleeding side.
0 6 I would for ever speak his name,
In sounds to mortal ears unknown;
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
g And worship at his Father's throne.

HYMN 11. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
Pardon brought to our Senses.

1[ORD, how divine thy comforts are!
How heavenly is the place,

Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast
Of his redeeming grace!

2 There the rich bounties of our God,
And sweetest glories shine;

There Jesus says that I am his,

And my Beloved's mine..

3 Here, (says the kind redeeming Lord,
And shews his wounded side,)

See here the spring of all your joys,
That open'd when I dy'd!

4 He smiles, and cheers my mournful heart, And tells of all his pain:

All this, says he, I bore for theẹ:

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.

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

HYMN 12. L. M. Sicilian. [b*]
The Gospel Feast. Luke xiv, 16, &c.

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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.
2 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 ev'ry want receiv'd supply:
4 From the high way that leads to hell,
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,
Who left the heaven of his abode-