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And carnal objects court our eyes,
To thruft our Saviour from our thought.

2 He knows what wand'ring hearts we have, Apt to forget his lovely face;

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And, to refresh our minds, he gave
Thefe kind memorials of his grace.

The Lord of life this table spread
With his own flesh and dying blood;
We on the rich provifion feed,

And tafte the wine, and blefs our God. 4 Let finful fweets be all forgot,

And earth grow lefs in our esteem;
Christ and his love fill ev'ry thought,
And faith and hope be fix'd on him.
5 Whilft he is abfent from our fight,
'Tis to prepare our fouls a place,
That we may dwell in heav'nly light,
And live forever near his face.

6 [Our eyes look upward to the hills,
Whence our returning Lord fhall come;
We wait thy chariot's awful wheels,
To fetch our longing fpirits home.]
HYMN VII. Long Metre.

Crucifixion to the World by the Crofs of Chrift. Gal. vi. 14.

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HEN I furvey the wond'rous cross
On which the Prince of glory dy'd,
My richest gain I count but lofs,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I fhould boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me moft,
1 facrifice them to his blood.

3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet ?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 [His dying crimfon, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree ;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.]
5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a prefent far too fmall :
Love fo amazing, fo divine,

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Demands my foul, my life, my all!

HYMN VIII. Common Metre.
The Tree of Life.

NOME, let us join a joyful tune
To our exalted Lord,

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Ye faints on high, around his throne,
And we around his board.

z While once, upon this lower ground,
Weary and faint ye ftood,

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What dear refreshment here ye found
From this immortal food!

The tree of life, that near the throne
In heav'n's high garden grows,
Laden with grace, bends gently down
Its ever-fmiling boughs.

4 [Hov'ring among the leaves, there stands The fweet celeftial Dove ;

And Jefus on the branches hangs
The banner of his love.]

5 ['Tis a young heav'n of strange delight While in his fhade we fit;

His fruit is pleafing to the fight,

And to the taste as fweet.

6 New life it fpreads through dying hearts,
And cheers the drooping mind;
Vigour and joy the juice imparts,
Without a fting behind.]

7 Now let the flaming weapon ftand,
And guard all Eden's trees;
There's ne'er a plant in all that land
That bears fuch fruit as thefe.

8 Infinite grace our fouls adore,
Whofe wond'rous hand has made
This living branch of fov'reign pow'r
To raife and heal the dead.

HYMN IX. Short Metre.

The Spirit, the Water, and the Blood. r John v. 6. ET all our tongues be one,

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To praise our God on high,

Who from his bosom fent his Son,
To fetch us ftrangers nigh.

Nor let our voices ceafe
To fing the Saviour's name ;
Jefus, th' Ambassador of peace,
How cheerfully he came !

It cost him cries and tears
To bring us near to God;

Great was our debt, and he appears
To make the payment good.

[My Saviour's pierced fide
Pour'd out à double flood;
By water we are purify'd,
And pardon'd by the blood.

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Infinite was our guilt,

But he, our Priest, atones ;
On the cold ground his life was spilt,
And offer'd with his groans.]

6 Look up, my foul, to him

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Whofe death was thy defert,
And humbly view the living stream
Flow from his breaking heart.

There, on the curfed tree,
In dying pangs he lies,

Fulfils his Father's great decree,
And all our wants fupplies.

Thus the Redeemer came,
By water, and by blood;
And when the Spirit fpeaks the fame,
We feel his witness good.

While the eternal Three

Bear their record above,
Here I believe he dy'd for me,
And feal my Saviour's love.

10 [Lord, cleanfe my foul from fin,
Nor let thy grace depart;
Great Comforter! abide within,
And witness to my heart.]

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HYMN X. Long Metre. Christ crucified, the Wisdom and Power of God. ATURE with open volume stands, To spread her Maker's praise abroad; And ev'ry labour of his hands Shews fomething worthy of a God. 2 But in the grace that rescu'd man His brightest form of glory shines ;

Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn
In precious blood, and crimson lines.

3 [Here his whole name appears complete;
Nor wit can guefs, nor reafon prove,
Which of the letters beft is writ,
The pow'r, the wisdom, or the love.]
Here I behold his inmost heart,

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Where grace and vengeance ftrangely join ; Piercing his Son with sharpeft fmart, To make the purchas'd pleasures mine. 5 Oh, the sweet wonders of that cross, Where God the Saviour lov'd and dy'd! His nobleft life my spirit draws

From his dear wounds, and bleeding fide, 6 I would forever speak his name, In founds to mortal ears unknown, With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at his Father's throne. HYMN XI. Common Metre. Pardon brought to our Senfes.

LORD, how divine thy comforts are!

How heav'nly is the place,

Where Jefus fpreads the facred feaft
Of his redeeming grace!

2 There the rich bounties of our God,
And fweeteft glories fhine;
There Jefus fays that "I am his,
"And my beloved's mine."

3 "Here," (fays the kind redeeming Lord, And fhews his wounded fide)

"See here the spring of all your joys, "That open'd when I dy'd !"

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