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---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.]
0 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, O For Jesus never dies. e 6 Daily our mortal flesh decays, 0 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 siv, 3. 1 TESUS is gone above the skies,

J 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.
0 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 :

And tasteful sweless in ev'ry thohim.

Love file fixed our sight

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. 1[W HEN I survey the wondrous cross,

W 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.)
0 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.
11 MOME, let us join a joyful tune,

U 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;

Thiso raise at MIN 'water, angues be high,

His fruit is pleasing to the sight,

And to the taste as sweet. 0 6 New life it spreads through dying hearts,

And cheers the drooping mind;
Vigour and joy the juice imparts,

Without a sting behind.)
- 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.]

HYMN 9. S. M. Watchman. [*]

The Spirit, the Water, and the Blood. 1 John v, 6.
PET all our tongues be one,

I To praise our God on high,
Who from his bosom sent his Son,

To fetch us strangers nigh.
2 Nor let our voices cease

To sing the Saviour's name;
Jesus, th' Ambassador of peace,

How cheerfully he came!
e 3 It cost him cries and tears,

To bring us near to God; -Great was our debt, and he appears,

To make the payment good. e 4 (My Saviour's pierced side,

Pour

Pour'd out a double flood; -By water we are purify'd,

And pardon'd by the blood. 5 Infinite was our guilt, . But he our Priest atones; 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. 7 There, on the cursed tree,

In dying pangs he lies !Fulfils his Father's great decree,

And all our wants supplies. --8 Thus the Redeemer came,

By water and by blood

And Whose, my with he was

And when the Spirit speaks the same,

We feel his witness good. 9 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.)]

HYMN 10. L. M. Geeen's. (*). Christ Crucified, the Wisdom and Power of God. STATURE with open volume stands, I 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. 03 (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(T ORD, how divine thy comforts are !

I 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 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.
ng 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. 1[TTOW rich are thy provisions, Lord!

11 Thy table, furnish'd from above! The fruits of life oʻerspread 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 tasté. 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

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