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Ofour dear brother's precious duft,

Until the riling of the just.
3 One with the body of the Lamb,

Sealid with Immanuel's new name,
A member of his flesh and bone,

By blood redeem'd, to hear'n he's gone. 4 Then mourn not o'er the lifeless clay,

But wait the resurrection day ,
When Christ the Saviour shall appear,
And he come with him in the air.
HYMN CLXXVI. 1. m. [JAMES RELLY.]

Å Funeral Hymni
Most precious in our Saviour's fight,

Are all his faints unnotic'd death !
He bears them to eternal light,

When they relign their mortal breath. 2 Precious the foul by him redeem'd;

From threat'ning evils fnatch'd away,
Precious their duft, by him elteem'd,

He'll raise it at the latter day. 3 Free from this world's unnumber'd cares,

From Satan's rage, and human spite,
From sin's distress and gloomy fears;

How precious this in Jesus' fight !
4 All this, and more, our brother proves

Now he the Son of man can see ;
He fees, he feels, he joys, he loves,
And all from intermillion free.

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HYMNS FOR THE LORD'S SUPPER.

L. M.

HYMN CLXXVII.

[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.
z Come, great Redeemer, open wide

The curtains, of the parting sky;
On a bright cloud in triumph ride,

And on the wind's (wift pinions fiy. 3 Come, King of Kings, with thy bright train,

Cherubs, and Seraphs, heav'nly hoits ;
Assume thy right, enlarge thy reign,

As far as earth extends her coasts. 4 Come, Lord, and where thy cross once stood,

There plant thy banner, fix thy throne ;
Subdue the rebels by thy word,
And claim the nations for thy own.
HYMN CLXXVIII.

[1. LANE.]
This my blood was Ihed for many.
· MORTALS, behold the dying love

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;
Mark how he groan'd on Calvary ;
Behold him, with the dead.

C. M.

L.M.

3 Siapers ! the cup, o'erflowing, view,

And taste the cheering wine ;
Think how his side was peirc'd for you,

T'appease the wrath divịnę.
4 Then let his praise be your employ

While life and breath remain ;
Soon shall we foar to realms of joy,
And raise a louder strain.
HYMN CLXXIX.

[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';-
Immortal joys come streaming down, .

Joys, like his grief, immenfe, unknown. 5

Thus I could fit, and ever sing
The fuff'rings of my heaply King ;
With glowing pleasure spread abroad
The myft'ries of a dying God,

HYMN CLXXX.

[PEACOCK.]
Do this in remembrance of me.
IN memory of our dying Lord,

We take the facred bread and wine ;
And thankfully his grace record,

How bright his love and mercy shine! 2 In lively figures here we fee

The crucifi'd Redeemer's face,
Expiring on the curfed tree,

To ransom our apoitate race. 3

Sinners to save from endless woes,
The wrath divine he links beneath ;
The law's dread curfe be undergoes,

At once difarming fin and death. 4 Here Jesus all his grace displays,

And makes Iris brightest glories known;
To him each faint glad homage pays,
And triumphs in his cross alone.

L. M.

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HYMN CLXXXI.

Eri LANE)
The love of Christ commemorated.
REAT God, thy pow'r and wisdom shine,

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 ;
Our fin, and curse, reproach and shame

Are drown'd in thine own crimson sea. 3 Salvation! 'tis a welcome found,

To weary, Couls by fin opprefs'd ;

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Here, finners, you may heal your wounds,

And foothe your griefs and fears to rest. +

While in this dark abode we stay,
Our feeble voices let us raise ;
Then up to glory wing our way,

And join th: eternal foog of praise.
HYMN CLXXXII. C. M. LIFESLEY's coll.]

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.
2 Let us from all our fins be walh'd

In thy redeeming blood ;
And let thy fpirit be the real,

That we are sons of God.
3 Come, Holy Gholft, with Jesus? love,

Prepare us for this feast ;
And let us banquet with our Lord,
And lean upon his breast.
HYMN CLXXXIII. $. m. [DODDRIDGE.] )

Jefus, at the Feast of Love.
OUR hear?nly Father calls,

And Christ invites us near ;
With both, our friendship shall be sweet,

And our communion dear. 2 God pities all our griefs ;

He pardons ev'ry day;
Almighty to protect our souls,
And wise to guide our way.

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