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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!

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HYMN 56. C. M.

Invitation.

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

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;

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

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HYMN 58. L. M.

Invitation.

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

Come, and receive his heav'nly bread,
The food, with which his saints are fed.

2 Your Saviour's boundless goodness prove, And feast on his redeeming love;

Come, all ye happy souls, that thirst,
The last is welcome as the first.

3 Come to his table, and receive
Whate'er a pard'ning God can give;
His love thro' ev'ry age endures;
His promise and himself are yours.

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HYMN 59. P. M.

Invitation-It is finished.

ARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary;

See! it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth and veils the sky!
"It is finish'd !"

Hear the dying Saviour cry.

2 It is finish'd! O what pleasure'
Do these precious words afford!
Heav'nly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord:
It is finish'd!

Saints, the dying words record.

3 Finish'd, all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law!

Finish'd, all that God had promis'd;
Death and hell no more shall awe:
It is finish'd!

Saints, from hence your comfort draw.
4 Happy souls, approach the table,
Taste the soul-reviving food!
Nothing's half so sweet and pleasant,
As the Saviour's flesh and blood.

It is finish'd!

Christ has borne the heavy load.

5 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on carth, and all in heav'n,
Join to praise Immanuel's name!

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Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

HYMN 60. L. M.

The memorials of our absent Lord.
ESUS is gone above the skies,

JES

Where our weak senses reach him not; And carnal objects court our eyes,

To thrust our Saviour from our thought. 2 He knows what wand'ring hearts we have, Apt to forget his lovely face:

And, to refresh our minds, he gave These kind memorials of his grace. 2 The Lord of life this table spread With his own flesh, and dying blood; We on the rich provision feed, And taste the wine, and bless our God. 4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem;
Christ and his love fill ev'ry thought,
And faith and hope be fix'd on him.
5. While he is absent from our sight,
'Tis to prepare our souls a place;
That we may dwell in heav'nly light,
And live for ever near his face..

6 Our eyes look upwards to the hills,
Whence our returning Lord shall come;
We wait thy chariot's awful wheels,
To fetch our longing spirits home.

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HYMN 61. C. M.

The Love of Christ.

OW condescending, and how kind,
Was God's eternal Son!

Our mis❜ry reach'd his heav'nly mind,
And pity brought him down.