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What glad return can I impart

For favours so divine ?
O take my all-this worthless heart,
And make it wholly thine.

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GO to dark Gethsemane,

Ye that feel the tempter's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see;

Watch with him one bitter hour:
Turn not from his griefs away;
Learn from him to watch and

pray.
See him at the judgment hall,

Beaten, bound, revil'd, arraign'd:
See bim meekly bearing all;

Love to man his soul sustain'd.
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;

; Learn of Christ to bear the cross. Calvary's mournful mountain view;

There the Lord of Glory see, Made a sacrifice for you,

Dying on th' accursed tree: “ It is finish’d,” hear him cry: Trust in Christ, and learn to die. Early to the tomb repair,

Where they laid his breathless clay; Angels kept iheir vigils there:

Who hath taken him away? “ Christ is ris'n !” he seeks the skies ; Saviour ! teach us so to rise.

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HARK! the voice of love and mercy,

Sounds aloud from Calvary;
See, the rocks are rent asunder;
Darkness veils the mid-day sky;

“ It is finish'd!”
Hear the dying Saviour cry.

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O what joy to helpless sinners,

These triumphant words afford ! Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us through Christ the Lord.

“ It is finish'd !"
Saints, his dying words record.
Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs !

Strike them to Emmanuel's name;
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join the triumph to proclaim-

" It is finish'd !" Glory to the bleeding Lamb.

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8. JESUS! refuge of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly, While the raging billows roll,

While the tempest still is high! Hide me, O my Saviour! bide,

Till the storm of life is past : Safe into the haven guide;

O receive my soul at last.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want;

All in all, in thee I find :
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,

I am all unrighteousness;
Vile and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.
All my trust on thee is stay'd,

All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.
Plenteous grace with thee is found,

Grace to pardon all my sin ;
Let the healing streams abound,

Make and keep me pure within.

II. AT THE SACRAMENT.

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LORD, at thy table I behold

The wonders of thy grace,
But most of all admire that I

Should find a welcome place.
What strange surprising grace is this,

That one so lost has room !
Jesus my weary soul invites,

And freely bids me come.
Ye saints below, and hosts of heav'n,

Join all your praising powers ;
No theme is like redeeming love,

No Saviour is like our's.

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C. M, This do, in remembrance of me. Luke xxii, 19. ACCORDING to thy gracious word,

In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord;

I will remember thee.
Thy body broken for my sake,

My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,

And thus remember thee. Can I Gethsemane forget?

Or there they conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat,

And not remember thee?

When to the cross I turn mine eyes,

And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!

I must remember thee.
Remember thee, and all thy pains,

And all thy love to me!
Yes! while a pulse or breath remains

Will I remember thee.
And when these failing lips grow dumb,

And thought and memory flee;
When thou shalt in thy kingdom come,

Jesus! remember me.

COMMUNION of my Saviour's blood,

In him to have my lot and part; To prove the virtue of that flood,

Which burst on Calvary from his heart: To feed by faith on Christ my bread,

His body broken on the tree ; To live in Him, my living Head,

Who died and rose again for me: Be this my joy and comfort here;

This pledge of future glory mine! Jesus! in Spirit now appear,

And break the bread, and pour the wine. From thy dear hand may I receive

The tokens of thy dying love ; And while I feast on earth, believe

That I shall feast with thee above. Ah! then, though in the lowest place,

Thee at thy table could I meet, And see thee, know thee face to face,

For such a moment death were sweet!

What, then, will their fruition be

Who meet in heaven with one accord ? A moment ?-No:-eternity!

They are for ever with the Lord.

WHEN I survey the wondrous cross

On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the cross of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charm me inost,

I sacrifice them to bis blood.
See from his head, his hands, his feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down :
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,

Which before the cross I spend : Life, and health, and peace possessing

From the singer's dying friend. Jesus sought me, when a stranger,

Wand'ring from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger,

Interpos'd his precious blood. Here I'll sit, for ever viewing

Mercy's streams in streams of blood : Precious drops, my soul bedewing,

Plead and claim my peace with God.