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3 Should not I for gladness leap, JESUS, thou Source of life, impart

Led by Jesus as his sheep;

For when these blest days are over, Thy blood unto my thirsting heart, Panting I seck that fountain-head,

To the arms of my dear Saviour Whence waters so divine proceed;

I shall be convey'd to rest : Still near this living stream may I abide,

Amen, yea my lot is blest! By which my needy soul is satisfy'd. 765.

769.*

T. 83. T. 124. May the stream from thee, the Rock, MORE than shepherd's faithfulness Gracious Jesus,

To his flock our Saviour showeth; Richly bless thy thirsting flock,

From the treasures of his grace And refresh us!

He the choicest gifts bestoweth : 'Tis the source of pow'r, of life,

As his sheep by him we're own’d, And salvation,

Since his blood for us aton'd. To thy congregation.

2. They who feel their want and need,

Thirsting for his great salvation, T. 580.

On the richest pastures feed,
The precious, all-atoning blood With true joy and delectation;
Is to this hour, O Lamb of God, Till they shall, when perfected,
An ocean of free grace.

With celestial joys be fed.
All those who venture to draw nigh
To thee, can witness bear with joy,
They ne'er go empty from thy face. 770.* T. 582.
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MY Shepherd is the Lamb,
FLOCK of Christ, with exultation,

The living Lord, who dy'd;

With all that's truly good I am
View the well-springs of salvation !

Most plenteously supply'd ;
Drink, and live, with an emotion
Of unfeigned heart's devotion !

He richly feeds my soul

With manna from above, 2 May to Jesus, while we're living, And leads me where the rivers roll From our works redound thanksgiving, Of everlasting love. And our lowly, meek behavior

2 My table he doth spread Clearly show we love our Saviour.

With choicest fare, and I
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Behold the Lamb, the living Bread,

And eat most joyfully;
JESUS makes my heart rejoice, He makes my cup run o'ery
I'm his sheep, and know his voice: Anointeth me with oil,
He's a Shepherd kind and gracious, I shall enjoy for everinore
And his pastures are delicious.

The merits of his toil.
Constant love to me he shows,

3 When faith and hope shall cease, Yea, my worthless name he knows?

And love prevail alone, 2 Trusting his mild staff always, I then stall see him face to face, I in and out in peace;

And know as I am known; He will feed me with the treasure Then I my Shepherd's care Of his grace in richest measure ; Shall praise, and him adore, When athirst to him I cry,

And in his Father's house shall share Living water he'll supply.

True bliss for evermore,

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15 Rise, and your pilgrim-path pursue How blest ate wė, when we enjoy Soon shall the beatific vision,

Revived by this rich fruition; thy love,

The Lamb in glory, meet And in the sacrament thy bounty prove!

your

view. When we with humble shame, o Lamb.

T. 11. of God, Feed on thy body and thy precious blood. COULD we sinners fully tell

, 2 Whenever wethis highest good enjoy, Gladly then we would declare

How our hearts with rapture swell, We promise thee anew fidelity;

Ev'n to angels what we share.
Pow'rto perform thou hast for us obtain'd
When, by thy death, life was for man 2 But since words the happiness
regain'd.

Which we feel, can ne'er express, 3 Make thou us monuments of grace. And what he bestow's enjoy.

We adoring 'fore him lie, to show

[canst do; What wonders thou on sinners vile 3 Angels sing before his throne, O were in our whole walk this to be While we at his feet sink down; seen,

Gracious Jesus, Man and God, Thatofthy feast we have partakers been. What hast thou on us bestow'd ! 4 We humbly, pray that, with thy

774.* chosen train, [obtain;

T. 583. From this repast we may new strength SINCE Jesus dy'd, my guilty soul to O deaden all that would thy grace Heav'n's foretaste I may here already

withstand, Or to its influence refuse to bend;

have : 5 We have nought good in us to bring Partaking of him

sacramentally!

O how unutterably blest am I, 'fore thee, Yet thou art ours,and we'rethyproperty, 2 When heav'nly bread he gives my Preserve to us this grace, we thee im

soul to eat,

[get; plore,

That I may henceforth never him for. To have our part in thee for evermore. When I, a needy sheep of his blest,

flock, 772.

Drink of the stream that flows from AH! who are we, thou God of love! Christ, the Rock! That we should hear, thro' grace 3 I live now, and to God myself will abounding,

give,

[live; The solemn invitation sounding:

But yet not I, but Christ in me shall Prepare for the Lamb's feast above." His mercy and his goodness I shall taste 2 Prostrate before the mercy-seat Both here below, and when with him We sinners lie, with holy trembling, at rest. The elders' blissful choir resembling, Who cast their crowns before thy feet. 3 Here more than Tabor's glories shine: JESUS, who to save hast pow'r, Heart-captivating meditation ! And who livest evermore Ev’n here thou feedst thy congregation For thy flock to intercede, With heav'nly manna, food divine ! Helping us in time of need; 4 Here it is good for us to be! 2 Thou who a divine repast Our souls imbibe, while here we tarry, For the poor prepared hast, The breezes of the sanctuary, Giving thy own flesh and blood The atmosphere of Calvary. As the hungry sinner's food;

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3 Let thy pow'r divine, we pray, 3 This holy bread and wine
Be our strength and only stay,

Confirms us in the faith,
Till we drop this mortal vest, In love and union with our Lord,
And the spirit goes to rest.

And we show forth his death.
776.* T. 22.
FOR that amazing love and grace, THOU slaughter'd Lamb, thy flesh and
Which doth our thoughts by far surpass, which thou didst sacrifice for us, (blood,
To eat thy flesh and drink thy blood; Upon the altar of the cross,
Thanks be to thee, O Lamb of God!

Are to our souls delicious food. 2 Thy sacred body thou didst give For us, that we thereby might live ; To love each other fervently,

2 This makes us all with one accord No pledge of love could be so great: O may we ne'er thy love forget.

Yea, toʻbe wholly one with thee,

And all that love thee, gracious Lord, 3 Thy precious blood for sinners spilt Cleanseth our hearts, removes our guilt,

781.* T. 22. The debt is paid which we incurr’d, HAPPY, thrice happy hour of grace! And we're to happiness restor's.

I've seen by faith my Saviour's face, 4 Thy Holy Spirit with us leave, He did himself to me impart, So that we rightly may conceive, And made à coy’nant with

my

heart. What thou for ali believers hast Prepared in this blest repast.

2 Ah, might in my behavior shine

The pow'r of Jesus' love divine,
777.*
T. 151.

His conflict and his victory,
LORD Christ! I give thee praises;

His seeking, and his finding me!
Thy hand ne'er intermits
To show'r, as each day passes,

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On me thy benefits;

THOU,whoart present withthychurch Thy name, all names exceeding, According to thy word,

I'll praise, for thou art good, When to enjoy thy flesh and blood, Art with thy flesh me feeding,

We meet with one accord; To drink giv'st me thy blood. Ogrant us to show forth thy death,

Until thou shalt appear;
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And
may

it in our walk be seen, PRAISE be giv'n to Christ our soul's That we thy foll’wers are.

By us sinners; what are we?[Beloved,
Feeble human creatures, far removed 2 May we so captivated be
From angelic purity:

By thy redeeming love,
Yet when heto his rich pastures leads us,

As to be wean'd from earthly things, Where he with his sacred body feeds us,

And fix our thoughts above; And we drink his blood once shed,

May all that's carnal be subdu'd,

And mortify'd in us,
We are richly comforted.

That we may glory in thy name,
779.
T. 582.

And count all else but loss.
COME, O my soul, and sing
How Jesus thee hath fed ;

783. * T. 96. How Jesus gave himself to thee, SINCE Jesus' body I have eat, The true and living Bread.

And drank the blood he shed for me, 2 For food he gives his flesh;

O
may

I never him forget!
He bids us drink his blood;

Í know he will remember me; Amazing favor, matchless grace And I shall, when this life is o'er, Of our incarnate God!

Live in his presence evermore!

782. *

XXXVI. Hymns for different Ages, Sexes, and Stations

in Life; or, Choir Hymns.

T. 14.

: 1 785.

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2 Our Saviour was a lovely child,

His parent's chief delight, EACH division of thy fold,

In his behavior meek and mild, Freed from this world's vain tra- And always acted right. dition,

3 A blessed pattern Christ our Lord Male or female, young or old,

Himself to children gave, In thee hath true joys' fruition ;

That they to him might joy afford, All in their allotted place

And never misbehave. Should walk worthy of thy grace.

4 A child true happiness may find, 2 Grant us a contented mind,

And humbly ought to pray That in their peculiar station

“ Lord Jesus, make my heart inclin'd Each may be to thee resign'd,

To love and to obey.”. Seeking only thy salvation.

5 “ I'm often stubborn, vain and wild, By thy staff we're safely led, Til in thee we're perfected.

Self-will'd and hard in heart;
O Lord, to me thy chaste, thy mild,

Thy holy mind impart.”
A. For Children.

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T. 22.

O WHAT a wretched heart have I, THOUGH but a little child I am,

How full of sin and shame, Yet I may praise the slaughter'd Lamb, How obstinate continually, He loveth children tenderly,

How day by day to blame! He also loveth sinful me.

2 Lord, look on me 'midst all my faults;

And, when thou seest my guilt, 2 Yes, gracious Saviour, I believe, Thou wilt a little child receive;

My wicked words and foolish thoughts, For thou didst bless them formerly,

Think why thy blood was spilt. And say,

1,65 Let children come to me.' 3 In that most precious river cleanse 3 Lord Jesus, unto me impart

And wash my crimes away, A humble, meek and docile heart;

My selfishness, and that offence O cleanse me in thy precious blood,

Which I have done to-day. Shed in my heart thy love abroad. 4 When thou, dear Jesus, wast a child,

Thou hadst no sin like me;
4 Save me from liking what is ill,
Teach me to do thy holy will; No wicked words thy lips defild,
Each day prepare me, thro' thy grace,

No faults appear'd in thee.
To meet thee, and behold thy face.

5 Thou wast more spotless than a dove,

More harmless than a lamb,
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T. 14.

Obedient, humble, full of love,

And never once to blame. THO’Christ was God, and all things made,

6 But I am proud, and headstrong too, Himself he humbled thus :

Oft sadly misbehave; That he, a Seryant in our stead, I am not meek, like thee, and low; Might minister to us.

Me, Lord, in mercy save!

1 O might I but resemble thee, 4 Loving Jesus, holy Lamb,

That ev'ry one might know, In thy hands secure I am ;
I love the Saviour, and will be Fix thy temple in my heart,
His follwer here below.

Never from thy child depart. 8 Imprint thine image in my heart, 5 Teach me to show forth thy praise, Bestow thy Holy Ghost,

Love and serve thee all my days; And an obedient mind impart; Oh, might all around me see Then I shall not be lost.

Christ, the holy child, in me!

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790,* T. 14. O LORD, forgive a sinful child, THOU, gracious Saviour, for my good Whose heart is all unclean ;

Wast pleas'd a child to be, How bad am I, and how defild, And thou didst shed thy precious blood How prone to ev'ry sin!

Upon the cross for me. 2 Oh, change my vile, and stubborn 2 Come take me as thy property, heart,

Take me just as I am, Like thee, Oh, make me pure; I know that I belong to thee, To me thy love divine impart,

Thy love my heart doth claim. Keep me from sin secure.

3 Low at thy feet O may I bow, 3 Self-will, that cruel enemy,

Be thine, my Saviour, still; No more I would obey;

In nothing bad myşelf allow, Thy Spirit shall my Teacher be,

Nor ever show self-will. And guide me in thy way.

4 Preserve, I pray, my heart secure 4. O may I never speak a word

From ev'ry hurt and stain ; But what I truly mean,

First make it, and then keep it pure, Nor lie to thee, most gracious Lord, And shut to all that's vain. By whom each thought is seen.

5 If early thou wilt take me hence 5 I'll make thy wondrous, dying love,

O that no harm will be!.
Dear Lord, my daily song! Since endless bliss will then commence,
And joys, like theirs who sing above, When I shall live with thee,
Shall tune my

6 If thou wilt have me longer stay,
In
years

and stature grow;
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Help me to serve thee night and day:

While I am here beolw. LAMB of God, I look to thee,

7 Then, after walking in thy ways, Thou shalt my example be;

And serving thee in love, When thou wast a little child

Receive me to thyself in peace,
Thou wast gentle, meek and mild,

To sing thy praise above.
2 Due obedience thou didst show,
O make me obedient too;
Thou wast merciful and kind,
Grant me, Lord, thy loving mind.

791, . T. 11. 3 Let me above all fulfil

OUT of love and boundless grace, God, my heav'nly Father's will, Thou hast brought us to a place, Never his good Spirit grieve, Jesus, where we oft may hear Only to his glory live,

Of the suff'rings thou didst bear.

infant tongue.

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