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Come and Welcome. John vii. 37. (P. M.) 1 FROM

ROM the cross uplifted high,

Where the Saviour deigns to die ;
What melodious sounds I hear,
Bursting on my ravish'd ear!

“ Love's redeeming work is done,

Come, and welcome, sinner, come.
2 * Sprinkled now with blood, the throne;
" Why beneath thy burdens groan ?

On my pierced body laid,
" Justice owns the ransom paid :
“ Bow the knee, and kiss the Son,

Come, and welcome, sinner, come.
3 " Spread for thee, the festal board,

See with richest dainties stor'd;
“ To thy Father's bosom prest,
Yet again a child confest;

“ Never from his house to roam,

" Come, and welcome, sinner, come.
4“ Soon the days of life shall end,

“ Lo! I come, your Saviour, Friend!
“ Safe your spirit to convey,
“ To the realms of endless day:
“ Up to my eternal home,

Come, and welcome, sinner, come.” 96. A Preparatory Thought for the Lord's Supper.

(L. M.) 1 ,

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2 The Lord! the Saviour ! yes, 'tis he!

I know him by the smiles he wears !
Dear glorious man that dy'd for me,

Drench'd deep in agonies and tears !
3 Lo! he reveals his shining breast,

I own those wounds, and I adore ;
Lo ! he prepares a royal feast,

Sweet fruit of those sharp pangs he bore! 4 Whence flow these favours so divine !

Lord ! why so lavish of thy blood !
Why for such earthly souls as mine,

This heavenly wine, this sacred food ?
5 "Twas his own love that made him bleed,

That nail'd him to the cursed tree; 'Twas his own love the table spread,

For such unworthy worms as we! 6 Then let us taste the Saviour's love;

Come, Faith, and feed upon the Lord : With glad consent our lips shall move,

And sweet hosannas crown the board.

97. Welcome to the Table. (C.M.)
1 THIS is the feast of heavenly wine,

And God invites to sup:
The juices of the living vine,

Were press'd to fill the cup.
2 Oh bless the Saviour, ye that eat,

With royal dainties fed ;
Not heaven affords a costlier treat,

For Jesus is the bread.

3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them ;

Ye trembling souls, appear!
The righteous in their own esteem,

Have no acceptance here.
4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse

The banquet spread for you ;
Dear Saviour, this is welcome news,

Then I may venture too.
5 If guilt and sin’afford a plea,

And may obtain a place, -
Surely the Lord will welcome me,

And I shall see his face.
See also the HYMNs on the Death OF CHRIST, and the





98. An Evening Hymn. (C.M.) IL

ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray; ; I fear before thee all the day,

Nor would I dare to sin.
2 And while I rest my weary head,

From cares and business free;
"Tis sweet conversing on my bed,

With my own heart and 'Thee.

3 I pay this evening sacrifice,

And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith and hope relies,

Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus with my thoughts compos’d to peace,

I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,

Ånd will my slumbers keep.

99. Daily and Nightly Devotion. (C. M.) 1 YE that obey the immortal King, Bow to the glories of his power,

And bless his wond'rous grace; 2 Lift up your hands by morning light, And send


souls on high ;
Raise your admiring thoughts by night,

Above the starry sky.
3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts

With rays of quick’ning grace;
The God that spreads the heav'ns abroad,

And rules the swelling seas.

100. An Evening Hymn. Psalm iv. 8. (L. M.)
THUS far the Lord has led me on,

Thus far his power prolongs my days;
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace,


2 Much of my time has run to waste,

And I perhaps am near my home;
But he forgives my follies past,

He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep,

Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well-appointed angels keep,

Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 In vain the sons of earth or hell,

Tell me a thousand frightful things;
My God in safety makes me dwell,

Beneath the shadow of thy wings. 5 Faith in his name forbids my fear:

O may thy presence ne'er depart!
And in the morning make me hear,

The love and kindness of thy heart. 6 Thus when the night of death shall come,

My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.


Morning or Evening. (L. M.) 1 MY

Y God, how endless is thy love;

Thy gifts are every evening new, And morning mercies from above,

Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,

Great guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sov'reign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.

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