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He ever lives above,
For me to intercede;
His precious blood to plead !
The bleeding wounds he bears,
Received on Calvary,
They strongly speak for me;
My God is reconcil'd;
His pard'ning voice I hear;
I can no longer fear;
III. AFTER COMMUNICATING.
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:
Whose death we celebrate to-day.
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.
COME, let us join our cheerful songs,
With angels round the throne;
But all their joys are one.
“ 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.
To bless the sacred name
And to adore the Lamb.
HEAV'N is our promis'd purchas'd home,
There sin shall vex our souls no more;
26. ISRAEL'S Shepherd ! guide me, feed me,
Through my pilgrimage below; And beside the waters lead me,
Where thy flock rejoicing go.
Guard and keep me in thy way;
Never, from thy presence stray.
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.
And help me to resign
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;
Or wilt withhold from me.
Thou art engag'd to grant ;
"Tis better still to want.
MY God! the cov'nant of thy love
Abides for ever sure ;
My happiness secure.
As nature could desire ?
Thy servants all aspire.
My Father art become;
And heaven my final home :
For all that will is love ;
I wait the light above,
EMPTY'D of earth I fain would be,
Sequester d from the noise and strife,
HYMN FOR ADVENT.
HE comes! the Saviour, full of grace,
By ancient prophets sung;
And truth upon his tongue.
No form nor comeliness :
And plung'd in deep distress.
To know his matchless worth;
And shew his praises forth.