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220. L. M. Funeral Hymn. Rom. xiv. 7, 8, 9. Psa. xc. 3, 10. 2 Cor. v. 4. i WITH solemn shout, we sing thy praise,
Ancient of everlasting days!
Who bear thy cross, to wear thy crown. 2 Let all rejoice, and no one grieve ;
This day we meet to take our leave
Until the rising of the just.
Seal'd with Immanuel's new name,
By blood redeem'd to heaven he's gone. 4 Then mourn not o'er the lifeless clay,
But wait the resurrection day,
221. C. M.
Message of Christ.
And join th' angelic throng;
To wake a cheerful song.
And peace on earth is given ;
With messages from heaven.
His rising beams adorn :
The promis'd child is born.
4 Glory to God, in highest strains,
In highest worlds be paid ;
And by our lives display'd.
Where Christ exalted reigns;
Their own immortal strains ?
222. L. M.
On which our dearest Lord was slain;
Till he appears on earth again.
The curtains of the parting sky;
And on the wind's swift pinions fly. 3 Come, King of kings, with thy bright train,
Cherubs, and Seraphs, heavenly hosts;
As far as earth extends her coasts.
There plant thy banner, fix thy throne; Subdue the rebels by thy word,
And claim the nations for thine own.
L. M. Brotherly Love. Psa. cxxxiji. 1 HOW pleasing is the scene, how sweet!
When kindred souls in friendship join; Whose joys and cares united meet
In bands of amity divine.
2 Less fragrant was the ointment pour'd
On Aaron's consecrated head,
Down to his sacred vesture spread. 3 Not flowery Hermon e'er display'd,
(Impearld with dew) a fairer sight; Nor Zion's beauteous hills, array'd
In golden beams of morning light. 4 'Tis here the Lord indulgent sheds
His kindest gifts, a heavenly store; With life immortal crowns their heads,
When earth’s frail comforts please no more,
Beholds thy wond'rous sacrifice,
And we all other hope disclaim. 2 With cold affections who can see
The thorns, the scourge, the nails, the tree,
Thy bleeding hands, and head, and feet? 3 Look, saints, into his opening side,
The breach how large, how deep, how wide!
Of cleansing water, pard’ning blood. 4 Hence, O my soul, a balsam flows,
To heal thy wounds, and cure thy woes;
5 Thus I could sit, and ever sing
The sufferings of my heavenly King;
The great original of all;
Our sure support, our glorious end.
Which pitied our revolted race,
The Captain of salvation made. 3 He, thine eternal love decreed,
Should many sons to glory lead;
To fit us for the joys of heaven. 4 Jesus for us, O gracious name! Encounter'd
agony and shame; Jesus, the glorious and the great,
By dreadful sufferings made complete. 5 A scene of wonders here we see,
Worthy thy Son, and worthy Thee;
226. L. M. For the Lord's Supper. 1 Cor. x. 16, 17. John vi. 58, 1 GREAT God! thy power and wisdom shine
In all the works thy hand hath wrought;
2 Thy precious blood, immortal Lamb,
Takes from the world its guilt away ; Our sin and curse, reproach and shame,
Are drown'd in thine own crimson sea.
3 Salvation !— tis a welcome sound,
To weary souls, by sin oppress’d; Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds,
And sooth your griefs and fears to rest. 4 While in this dark abode we stay,
Our feeble voices let us raise; Then up to glory wing our way,
And join the eternal song of praise.
S. M. Lord's Supper. Rom. xii. 4, 5. Luke xxiv. 30, 35. 1 OUR heavenly Father calls,
And Christ invites us near;
And our communion dear. 9 God pities all our griefs,
He pardons every day; Almighty to protect our souls,
And wise to guide our way. 3 How large his bounties are !
What various stores of good, Diffus'd from our Redeemer's hand,
And purchas'd with his blood ! 4 Jesus, our living Head,
We bless thy faithful care ; Our Advocate before the throne,
And our Forerunner there.