2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met,
And to remember thee:

Help each poor trembler to repeat,
"For me, he dy'd for me!"

3 These sacred signs, thy suff'rings, Lord,
To our remembrance brings:
We eat and drink around thy board,
But think on nobler things.

4 O tune our tongues, and set in frame,
Each heart that pants for thee,
To sing "Hosanna to the Lamb,"
The Lamb that dy'd for me!

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Tisbury.] HYMN 231. C. M.

YE 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 :

O stay not back, though fear alarms!
For yet there still is room.

3 C come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love;

While hope attends the sweet repast,
Of nobler joys above!

4 There with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,

Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstasies unknown.

5 And yet ten thousand thousand more,
Are welcome still to come:
Ye happy souls the grace adore;
Approach, there yet is room.

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Randall.] HYMN 232. C. M.

HE King of heav'n his table spreads,

Tand 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;
Through the rich blood that Jesus shed
To raise our souls to heav'n.

3 Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.

4 All things are ready, come away,
Nor weak excuses frame;
Croud to your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder's name.

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Shirland.] HYMN 233. S. M.

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LORY to God on high; Our peace is made with heav'n; The Son of God came down to die, That we might be forgiv'n.

His precious blood was shed,
His body bruis'd for sin :
Remember this in eating bread,
And this in drinking wine.

Approach his royal board,
In his rich garments clad;

Join ev'ry tongue to praise the Lord;
And ev'ry heart be glad.

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The Father gives the Son;

The Son his flesh and blood:

The Spir't applies, and faith puts on
The righteousness of God,

BAPTISM.

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Arlington.] HYMN 234. C. M.

ELESTIAL Dove, descend from high,
And on the water brood:

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Come with thy quick'ning power apply
The water and the blood.

2 I love the Lord, that stoops so low
To give his word a seal;
But the rich grace his hands bestow
Exceeds the figure still.

3 Almighty God, for thee we call,
And our request renew;
Accept in Christ, and bless withal,
The work we have to do.

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Stafford.] HYMN 235. S. M.

Murd out a double flood:

Y Saviour's pierced side

By water we are purified,
And pardon'd by his blood.

Call'd from above, I rise,

And wash away my sin;

The stream to which my spirit flies,
Can make the foulest clean.

It runs divinely clear,

A fountain deep and wide;

'Twas open'd by the soldier's spear In my Redeemer's side!

Triumph.] HYMN 236. L. M.

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HOME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

Make good our apostolic boast,

And own thy glorious ministry.

2 We now thy promis'd presence claim;
Sent to disciple all mankind;
Sent to baptise into thy name;

We now thy promis'd presence find. 3 Father, in these reveal thy Son:

In these for whom we seek thy face; The hidden mystery make known, The inward, pure, baptising grace. 4 Jesus, with us thou always art,

Effectuate now the sacred sign, The gift unspeakable impart,

And bless the ordinance divine. 5 Eternal Spirit, descend from high, Baptizer of our spirits thou! The sacramental seal apply,

And witness with the water now!

6 O that the souls baptis'd herein,

May now thy truth and mercy feel; May rise and wash away their sin: Come, Holy Ghost, their pardon seal!

REJOICING AND PRAISE.

Harmony.] HYMN 237. 10's & 11's.

HEAVENLY King, look down from above;

Assist us to sing thy mercy and love:

So sweetly o'erflowing, so plenteous the store, Thou still art bestowing, and giving us more.

2 O God of our life, we hallow thy name! Our bus'ness and strife, is thee to proclaim;

Accept our thanksgiving for creating grace! The living, the living shall show forth thy praise. 3 Our Father and Lord, Almighty art thou; Preserv'd by thy word, we worship thee now, The bountiful donor of all we enjoy ;

Our tongues to thy honour, and lives we employ. 4 But Q! above all thy kindness we praise, From sin and from thrall which saves the lost

race;

Thy Son thou hast given, a world to redeem,
And bring us to heav'n, whose trust is in him,
5 Wherefore of thy love we sing and rejoice,
Like angels above, we lift up our voice:
Thy love each believer shall gladly adore,
For ever and ever, when time is no more.

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Warwick.] HYMN 238. 4 8's & 2 7's.

HE voice of my Beloved sounds,

He flies exulting o'er the hills,
And all my soul with transport fills:
Gently doth he chide my stay,
"Rise, my love, and come away."
2 The scatter'd clouds are fled at last,
The rain is gone, the winter's past,
The lovely vernal flowers appear,
The warbling choir enchants our ear;
Now with sweetly pensive moan,
-Coos the turtle dove alone.

Peterborough.] HYMN 239. C. M.

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bounds;

NOME, let us who in Christ believe,
Our common Saviour praise:

To him, with joyful voices, give
The glory of his grace.