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'With vital ardor glows,
That beauty can disclose;
Are yet by vice enslav’d,
And character engrav'd:
The sunshine of thy days;
Encompass ail thy ways:
With vain regret, deplore,
That now return no more.
In age will give thee rest :
Rev. v. 9. 12, 13.
Art worthy to receive;
And by thy bounty live.
Honour, and wealth, to gain,
3 All worthy thou, who hast redeem'd,
And ransom'd us to God, From ev'ry nation, ev'ry coast,
By thy most precious blood.
By all in earth and heav'n,
(L M.) 1 MY God, and is thy table spread ?
And does thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all thy children led,
And let them thy sweet mercies know! 2 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes !
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood ! Thrice happy he who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heav'nly food ! Why are its bounties all in vain
Before unwilling hearts display'd } Was not for you the victim slain ?
Are you forbid the children's bread ? 4 O let thy table honour'd be,
And furnish'd well with joyful guests! And may each soul salvation see,
That here its holy pledges tastes ! 5 Drawn by thy quick’ning grace, O Lord
In countless numbers let them come, And gather from their Father's board,
The bread that lives beyond the tomb ! 6 Nor let thy spreading gospel rest,
Till through the world thy truth has run; Till with this bread all men be blest,
Who see the light, or feel the sun!
HYMN 95. 1 AND are we now brought near to God,
Who once at distance stood ? And, to effect this glorious change,
Did Jesus shed his blood ?
To bear our souls above!
Or damp our flaming love!
To praise our heav'nly King!
O may that love which spread this board,
Inspire us while we sing; 4 Glory to God in highest strains,
66 And to the earth be peace; 66 Good-will from heav'n to men is come,
« And let it never cease !"
(L. M.) 1 TO Jesus, our exalted Lord,
That name heav'n and earth ador’d,
A cheerful song of sacred praise.
The theme demands immortal tongues. 3 Yet whilst around his board we meet,
And worship at his sacred feet, 0 let our warm affections move,
In glad returns of grateful iove.
But long to know and love thee more;
Desire to feed on joys divine. 5 Let faith our feeble senses aid,
To see thy wondrous love display'd;
Thy dreadful agonizing pains. 6 Let humble, penitential wo,
With painful, pleasing anguish flow;
(L M.) St. Matt. x. 1 GO forth, ye heralds, in my name,
Sweetly the gospel trumpet sound; The glorious jubilee proclaim,
Where'er the human race is found, 2 The joyful news to all impart,
And teach them where salvation lies; With care bind up the broken heart,
And wipe the tears from weeping eyes.
3 Be wise as serpents, where you go,
But harmless as the peaceful dove; And let your heav'n-taught conduct show
That ye're commission'd from above. 4 Freely from me ye have receiv'd,
Freely, in love, to others give; Thus shall your doctrines be believ'd, And, by your labours, sinners live. HYMN 98.
(L M.) St. Mark xvi. 15, &c. and St. Matt. xxviii. 18, &c. 1 " GO preach my gospel,” saith the Lord,
“ Bid the whole earth my grace receive; “ Explain to them my sacred word,
“ Bid them believe, obey, and live. 2 “ I'll make my great commission known,
“ And ye shali prove my gospel true, “ By all the works that I have done,
And all the wonders ye shall do. 3 " Go heal the sick, go raise the dead,
“ Go cast out devils in my name; “ Nor let my prophets be afraid,
“ Though Greeks reproach, and Jews blaspheme. 4." While thus ye follow my commands,
“ I'm with you till the world shall end ; “ All power is trusted in my hands;
"I can destroy, and can defend.”
On a bright cloud to heav'n he rode;
(L M.) 1 THE Saviour, when to heav'n he rose,
In splendid triumph o'er his foes,
And wide his royal bounties flow.
Sacred beyond heroic fame;
And hence the evangelic page.
Pastors from hence and teachers rise;
Still mark a long extended line.
And, fed by him, their graces live;
Whilst guarded by his potent hand,
Amidst the rage of hell they stand. 5 So shall the bright succession run
Through all the courses of the sun;
Shall rise and flourish large and fair.
The spring whence all these blessings flow;
1 FATHER of mercies ! bow thine ear,
Attentive to our earnest prayer ;
Successful pleaders may they be! 2 How great their work, how vast their charge!
Do thou their anxious souls enlarge;
We share the blessings they obtain, 3 Clothe, then, with energy divine,
Their words, and let those words be thine;
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. 4 Teach them to sow the precious seed,
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed ;
Souls that will well reward their pain. 5 Let thronging multitudes arvund,
Hear from their lips the joyful sound ;
And feel thy new-creating pow'r.
Distressed souls forget their pains ;
CONSECRATION OF A CHURCA.
HYMN 101, 1 AND wilt thou, O Eternal God,
On earth establish thine abode ?
And take this temple for thine own.
Long may they echo in thy praise ;