HYMN 52.

Seventh Part. L. M.
Amen.

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MEN! My Father hears my prayers,
He knows my sorrows, counts my tears;
He never said to Jacob's race,

In vain ye seek your Father's face.
2 Amen! My precious Jesus lives,
And access to his people gives;
A rainbow now surrounds the throne;
And in his name I boldly come.

3 Amen! The Spirit will impart
His sacred influ'nce to my heart;
He'll teach and help me when I pray,
Nor shall I go asham'd away.

4 Amen! The words, my lips pronounce,
The wishes of my soul announce;
And God more willing is to give,
Than I am willing to receive.

5 Amen! I said, when first I gave
Myself to Christ, that he might save;
And still my tongue repeats that word,
Whene'er I call upon my Lord.

6 Amen! I will not faint or cease,
But wait as long as he shall please;
Depending, praying, pressing on,
Till to himself he takes me home.
7 Amen! the cov'nant is secure,
In all things order'd well, and sure;
The promises confirm'd remain;
In Christ their yea, in him Amen.
8 Amen! This is the Saviour's name,
He is the faithful, true Amen;
As he hath said, so shall it be,
Amen to all eternity.

HYMNS,

ADAPTED TO THE LORD'S SUPPER.

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HYMN 53. L. M.

Let a man examine himself, and so let him eat. WHAT strange perplexities arise? What anxious fears and jealousies? What crowds in doubtful light appear? How few, alas, approv'd and clear! 2 And what am I? My soul, awake, And an impartial survey take; Does no dark sign, no ground of fear, In practice or in heart appear? 3 What image does my spirit bear? Is Jesus form'd, and living there? Say, do his lineaments divine

In thought, and word, and action shine!
4 Searcher of hearts, O search me still;
The secrets of my soul reveal;
My fears remove; let me appear
To God, and my own conscience clear.
5 May I consistent with thy word,
Approach thy table, O my Lord!
May I among thy saints appear?
Shall I a welcome guest be there?
6 Have I the wedding garment on,
Or do I naked, stand alone?

O! quicken, clothe, and feed my soul,
Forgive my sins, and make me whole.

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HYMN 54. L. M.

Preparation.

TERNAL King, enthron'd above, Look down in faithfulness and love; Prepare our hearts to seek thy face, And grant us thy reviving grace. 2 Long have we heard the joyful call, But yet our faith and love are small; Our hearts are torn with worldly cares, And all our paths are fill'd with snares. 3 Unworthy to approach thy throne, Our trust is fix'd on Christ alone; In him thy cov'nant stands secure, And will from age to age endure. 4 O! let us hear thy pard'ning voice, And bid our mourning hearts rejoice; Revive our souls, our faith renew, Prepare for duties now in view. 5 Make all our spices flow abroad, A grateful incense to our God; Let hope, and love, and joy appear, And ev'ry grace be active here.

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HYMN 55. L. M.

Preparation.

HE broken bread, the blessed cup, On which we now are call'd to sup, Without thy help and grace divine, Will prove no more than bread and wine. 2 But come, great Master of the feast, Dispense thy grace to ev'ry guest; Direct our views to Calvary, And help us to remember thee.

3 Let us with light and truth be blest,
That on thy bosom we may rest;
And at thy supper each may learn
Thy broken body to discern.

4 O that our souls may now be fed
With Christ himself the living bread;
That we the cov'nant may renew,
And to our vows be render'd true!

HYMN 56. C. M.

Invitation.

1 VE wretched, hungry, starving poor, Behold a royal feast!

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Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,*
For ev'ry humble guest.

2 See Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls, he bids you come;

Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms:
But see, there yet is room-

3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart:
There love and pity meet;
Nor will he bid the soul depart,
That trembles at his feet.

4 In him the Father reconcil'd
Invites your souls to come;
The rebel shall be call'd a child,
And kindly welcom'd home.

5 O! come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love;

While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

6 There, with united heart and voice
Before th' eternal throne,

Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstasies unknown.

7 And yet ten thousand thousand more,
Are welcome still to come;
Ye longing souls, the grace adore;
Approach, there yet is room.

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HYMN 57. C. M.

Invitation.

HE King of heav'n his table spreads,
And blessings crown the board;

Not Paradise, with all its joys,

Could such delight afford.

2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are giv'n;

Thro' the rich blood that Jesus shed,
To raise our souls to heav'n.

3 Ye hungry poor, that long have stray'd
In sin's dark mazes, come;

Come, from your most obscure retreats,
And grace shall find you room.

4 Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;

And millions more, still on the way,'
Around the board appear.

5 All things are ready, come away,
Nor weak excuses frame;

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Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder's name.

HYMN 58. L. M.

Invitation.

(OME in, ye blessed of the Lord,
Ye that believe his holy word;