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He ever lives above,

For me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood to plead !
His blood aton'd for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

The bleeding wounds he bears,

Received on Calvary,
They pour effectual prayers,

They strongly speak for me;
“ Forgive him, o forgive," they cry,
“ Nor let that ransom'd sinner die."

My God is reconcil'd;

His pard'ning voice I hear;
He owns me for his child;

I can no longer fear;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.

III. AFTER COMMUNICATING.

23.

L. M.

OUR'S is a rich and royal feast,

Provided by the King of heav'n: How privileg'd are they, and blest,

To whom the Bread of Life is giv'n! In sacred fellowship we meet,

To celebrate our Saviour's death : His blood we drink, his flesh we eat;

His people feed on him by faith,

The blood he sheds supplies a stream

That washes all our guilt away:
How precious, then, the Lord should seem,

Whose death we celebrate to-day.
On earth, his dying love shall be

Our spring of hope, our theme of joy; And when in heav'n our Lord we see,

His praise shall all our pow'rs employ.

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COME, let us join our cheerful songs,

With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,

But all their joys are one.
“ Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,

“ To be exalted thus :" “ Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,

« For he was slain for us." “ Jesus is worthy to receive

“ Honour and power divine ; And blessings, more than we can give,

“ Be, Lord, for ever thine.". Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and

seas, Conspire to lift his glories high,

And speak his endless praise.
The whole creation join in one,

To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upou the throne,

And to adore the Lamb.

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HEAV'N is our promis'd purchas'd home,
Where saints shall meet beyond the tomb:
And, O, be this our constant care,
That we may meet together there !

There sin shall vex our souls no more;
No grief is there, nor want, nor sore:
But all, in that bless'd place above,
Is joy, and health, and peace, and love.

7's.

26. ISRAEL'S Shepherd ! guide me, feed me,

Through my pilgrimage below; And beside the waters lead me,

Where thy flock rejoicing go.
Jesus! Heavenly Shepherd ! ever

Guard and keep me in thy way;
I have found thee, and would never,

Never, from thy presence stray.
O how sweet and comfortable,

In the wilderness to see Such provision and a table

Spread for sinners : yes, for me! There thy bounty still partaking,

Consecrated bread and wine, Freely all things else forsaking,

I behold the Saviour mine. In that bruised body broken,

In the shedding of that blood, What a gracious pledge and token,

Lord ! we have for ev'ry good! O my soul! no longer harden'd,

Now thy Saviour's health implore, While he bids thee, freely pardon'd,

“ Go in peace, but sin no more.

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O LORD, my best desires fulfil,

And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort, to thy will,

And make thy pleasure mine.

Why should I shrink at thy command,

V'hose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at the gracious hand

That wipes away my tears ? No; rather let me freely yield

What most I prize to thee;
Who never hast a good withheld,

Or wilt withhold from me.
Thy favour, all my journey through,

Thou art engag'd to grant ;
What else I want, or think I do,

"Tis better still to want.

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MY God! the cov'nant of thy love

Abides for ever sure ;
And in its matchless grace I feel

My happiness secure.
What tho' my house be not with thee,

As nature could desire ?
To nobler joys than nature gives

Thy servants all aspire.
Since thou, the everlasting God,

My Father art become;
Jesus my Guardian and my Friend,

And heaven my final home :
I welcome all thy sov'reign will,

For all that will is love ;
And when I know not what thou dost,

I wait the light above,

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EMPTY'D of earth I fain would be,
Of sin, of self, of all but thee;
Reserv'd for Christ that bled and died-
Surrender'd to the Crucified !

Sequester d from the noise and strife,
The lust, the pomp, and pride of life ;
Prepar'd for heaven, my noblest care,
And have my conversation there.
Nothing, save Jesus, would I know !
My Friend and my Companion thou:
Constrain my soul thy sway to own;
Self-will, self-righteousness, dethrone.
Detach from sublunary joys
One that would only hear thy voice,
Thy beauty see, thy grace admire,
Nor glow but with celestial fire,
Larger communion let me prove
With the blest object of my love:
But, oh! for this no power have I ;
My strength is at thy feet to lie.

IV. FESTIVALS.

HYMN FOR ADVENT.

C.M.

HE comes! the Saviour, full of grace,

By ancient prophets sung;
The smile of mercy in his face,

And truth upon his tongue.
In Him the world wo beauty sees,

No form nor comeliness :
Rejected and despis'd he is,

And plung'd in deep distress.
But there's a people, taught by grace,

To know his matchless worth;
They own him, though accounted base,

And shew his praises forth.

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