With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at his Father's throne.

CCLXXXIX. The Gospel Feaft.
Luke xiv. 16, &c.

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TOW rich are thy provifions, Lord!
Thy table furnish'd from above!

The fruits of life o'erfpread the board,
The cup o'erflows with heav'nly love.

2 Thy ancient family, the Jews,
Were first invited to the feast:
We humbly take what they refuse,
And Gentiles thy falvation taste.

3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame,
And help was far, and death was nigh !
But, at thy gofpel-call, we came,
And ev'ry want receiv'd fupply.

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 prefence here.

CCXC. Our Lord Jefus at his own Table.

al nuo & mubald movz

(THE mem❜ry of our dying Lord

Awakes a thankful tongue:

How

How rich he fpread his royal board,
And bleft the food, and fung!

2 Happy the man that eat this bread,
But doubly bleft was he

That gently bow'd his loving head,
And lean'd it, Lord, on thee.

3 By faith, the fame delights we tafte,
As that great fav'rite did;

And fit and lean on Jefus' breast,
And take the heav'nly bread.)

4

Down from the palace of the skies,
Hither the King defcends;

"Come, my beloved, eat, (he cries)
"And drink falvation, friends."

5

"My flesh is food and phyfic too,
"A balm for all your pains :

"And the red ftreams of pardon flow
"From thefe my pierced veins."

7 Come, the dear day, the glorious hour,

That brings our fouls to reft!

Then we shall need thefe types no more,

But dwell at th' heav'nly feaft.

CCXCI.

CCXCI. The Sufferings of Christ viewed by Faith.

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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, juftice, join'd and wrought,
The wonders of that day :
No mortal tongue, nor mortal thought,
Can equal thanks repay.

4 Our hymns fhould found like thofe above,
Could we our voices raise ;
Yet, Lord, our hearts fhall all be love,
And all our lives be praife.

CCXCII. Grace and Glory by the Death of Chrift.

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ITTING around our Father's board,
We raise a tuneful breath;

Our faith beholds our dying Lord,

And dooms our fins to death.

The

z We see the blood of Jefus fhed,
Whence all our pardons rife;

The finner views th' atonement made,
And loves the facrifice.

3 Thy cruel thorns, thy fhameful cross,
Procure us heav'nly crowns:

Our highest gain fprings from thy lofs;
Our healing from thy wounds.

4 Oh! 'tis impoffible that we,
Who dwell in feeble clay,
Should equal fuff'rings bear for thee,
Or equal thanks repay.

CCXCIII The Memorial of our

abfent Lord.

John. xvi. 16.

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Luk. xxii. 19. st

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ESUS is gone above the skies,

Where our weak fenfes reach him not;
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.

3 Let finful fweets be all forgot,
And earth grow lefs in our esteem;

Chrift and his love fill ev'ry thought,
And faith and hope be fix'd on him.

4 While he is absent from our sight,
'Tis to prepare our fouls a place;
That we may dwell in heav'nly light,
And live for ever near his his face.

(5 Our eyes look upwards to the hills,
Whence our returning Lord fhall come;
We wait thy chariot's awful wheels,
To fetch our longing spirits home.)

DOXOLOGIES.

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I.

ET God the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit be ador'd,

While there are works to make him knowns

1 THE God of mercy be ador'd,
Who calls our fouls from death,
Who faves by his redeeming word,
And new creating breath.

2 To praise the Father and the Son,
And Spirit all divine,

The One in Three, and Three in One,

Let faints and angels join.

III. YE