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Ofour dear brother's precious duft,
Until the riling of the just.
Sealid with Immanuel's new name,
By blood redeem'd, to hear'n he's gone. 4 Then mourn not o'er the lifeless clay,
But wait the resurrection day ,
Å Funeral Hymni
Are all his faints unnotic'd death !
When they relign their mortal breath. 2 Precious the foul by him redeem'd;
From threat'ning evils fnatch'd away,
He'll raise it at the latter day. 3 Free from this world's unnumber'd cares,
From Satan's rage, and human spite,
How precious this in Jesus' fight !
Now he the Son of man can see ;
HYMNS FOR THE LORD'S SUPPER.
[s. STENNETT.] I THUS
we commemorate the day,
On which our dearest Lord was slain; Thus we our pious homage pay, Till
appears on earth again.
The curtains, of the parting sky;
And on the wind's (wift pinions fiy. 3 Come, King of Kings, with thy bright train,
Cherubs, and Seraphs, heav'nly hoits ;
As far as earth extends her coasts. 4 Come, Lord, and where thy cross once stood,
There plant thy banner, fix thy throne ;
of your redeeming King ; Ye, who redemption's wonders prove,
His mighty praise should fing : z While you his broken body fee,
And fealt on heav'nly bread;
3 Siapers ! the cup, o'erflowing, view,
And taste the cheering wine ;
T'appease the wrath divịnę.
While life and breath remain ;
[BEDDOME.] My Body given for you. JESUS, when faith with fixed eyes
Beholds thy wondrous sacrifice, Love rises to an ardent frame,
And we all other hope disclaim. 2 With cold affections who can see,
The thorns, the scourge, the nails, the tree, Thy flowing tears, and purple sweat,
Thy bleeding hands, and head and feet? 3 Look, faints, into his opening fide,
The breach how large, how deep, how wide ! Thence issues forth a double ficod,
Of cleansing water, pard'ning blood. 4 Hence, O my foul, a balfam flows,
To heal thy wounds and cure thy woes';-
Joys, like his grief, immenfe, unknown. 5
Thus I could fit, and ever sing
We take the facred bread and wine ;
How bright his love and mercy shine! 2 In lively figures here we fee
The crucifi'd Redeemer's face,
To ransom our apoitate race. 3
Sinners to save from endless woes,
At once difarming fin and death. 4 Here Jesus all his grace displays,
And makes Iris brightest glories known;
In all the works thy band hath wrought ; But mercy, love, and grace divine,
Exceed the pow'r of speech, or thought. 2 Thy precious blood, immortal Lamb,
Takes from the world its guilt away ;
Are drown'd in thine own crimson sea. 3 Salvation! 'tis a welcome found,
To weary, Couls by fin opprefs'd ;
Here, finners, you may heal your wounds,
And foothe your griefs and fears to rest. +
While in this dark abode we stay,
And join th: eternal foog of praise.
Shewing forth the Lord's death. TOGETHER with these symboļs, Lord,
Thy blessed self impart; And let thy very flesh and blood
Feed the believing heart.
In thy redeeming blood ;
That we are sons of God.
Prepare us for this feast ;
Jefus, at the Feast of Love.
And Christ invites us near ;
And our communion dear. 2 God pities all our griefs ;
He pardons ev'ry day;