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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 ;
“ Love's redeeming work is done,
“ Come, and welcome, sinner, come.
On my pierced body laid,
Come, and welcome, sinner, come.
“ See with richest dainties stor'd;
“ Never from his house to roam,
" Come, and welcome, sinner, come.
“ Lo! I come, your Saviour, Friend!
Come, and welcome, sinner, come.” 96. A Preparatory Thought for the Lord's Supper.
(L. M.) 1 ,
Comes marching downward from the Array'd in garments roll'd in blood, [skies?
With joy and pity in his eyes?
2 The Lord! the Saviour ! yes, 'tis he!
I know him by the smiles he wears !
Drench'd deep in agonies and tears !
I own those wounds, and I adore ;
Sweet fruit of those sharp pangs he bore! 4 Whence flow these favours so divine !
Lord ! why so lavish of thy blood !
This heavenly wine, this sacred food ?
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.)
And God invites to sup:
Were press'd to fill the cup.
With royal dainties fed ;
For Jesus is the bread.
3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them ;
Ye trembling souls, appear!
Have no acceptance here.
The banquet spread for you ;
Then I may venture too.
And may obtain a place, -
And I shall see his face.
PARTICULAR SEASONS, AND
MORNING AND EVENING.
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.
From cares and business free;
With my own heart and 'Thee.
3 I pay this evening sacrifice,
And when my work is done,
Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus with my thoughts compos’d to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
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 ;
Above the starry sky.
With rays of quick’ning grace;
And rules the swelling seas.
100. An Evening Hymn. Psalm iv. 8. (L. M.)
Thus far his power prolongs my days;
2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And I perhaps am near my home;
He gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep,
Peace is the pillow for my head;
Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 In vain the sons of earth or hell,
Tell me a thousand frightful things;
Beneath the shadow of thy wings. 5 Faith in his name forbids my fear:
O may thy presence ne'er depart!
The love and kindness of thy heart. 6 Thus when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
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;