HYMN 54. L. M.

Preparation.

1 ETERNAL King, enthron'd above,

Look down in faithfulness and love; Prepare our hearts to seek thy face, And grant us thy reviving grace. 2 Long have we heard the joyful call, But yet our faith and love are small; Our hearts are torn with worldly cares, And all our paths are fill'd with snares. 3 Unworthy to approach thy throne, Our trust is fix'd on Christ alone; In him thy cov❜nant stands secure, And will from age to age endure. 4 O! let us hear thy pard'ning voice, And bid our mourning hearts rejoice; Revive our souls, our faith renew, Prepare for duties now in view. 5 Make all our spices flow abroad, A grateful incense to our God; Let hope, and love, and joy appear, And ev'ry grace be active here.

HYMN 55. L. M.

Preparation.

1 THE broken bread, the blessed cup,

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On which we now are call'd to sup, Without thy help and grace divine,

Will prove no more than bread and wine. 2 But come, great Master of the feast, Dispense thy grace to ev'ry guest ; Direct our views to Calvary,

And help us to remember thee.

3 Let us with light and truth be blest That on thy bosom we may rest;

And at thy supper each may learn
Thy broken body to discern.

4 O that our souls may now be fed
With Christ himself the living bread;
That we the cov'nant may renew
And to our vows be render'd true!

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HYMN 56. C. M.

Invitation.

E wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast!

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For ev'ry humble guest.

2 See Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls, he bids you come;

Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;

is room

3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart:
There love and pity meet;
Nor will he bid the soul depart,
That trembles at his feet.

4 In him the Father reconcil'd
Invites your souls to come;
The rebel shall be cali'd a child,
And kindly welcom❜d home.

5 O! come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love;

While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

6 There, with united heart and voice
Before th' eternal throne,

Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice
In ectasies unknown.

7 And yet ten thousand thousand mor
Are welcome still to come;

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Ye longing souls, the grace adore;
Approach, there yet is room.

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HYMN 57. C. M.

Invitation.

HE King of heav'n his table spreads,
And blessings crown the board;

Not Paradise, with all its joys,

Could such delight afford.

2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are giv'n;

Thro' the rich blood that Jesus shed,
To raise our souls to heav'n.

3 Ye hungry poor, that long have strayed
In sin's dark mazes, come;
Come, from your most obscure retreats,
And grace shall find you room.

4 Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.

5 All things are ready, come away,
Nor weak excuses frame;

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Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder's name.

HYMN 58. L. M.

Invitation.

COME in, ye blessed of the Lord,

Ye that believe his holy word;

Come, and receive his heav'nly bread,
The food, with which his saints are fed.

2 Your Saviour's boundless goodness prove, And feast on his redeeming love;

Come, all ye happy souls, that thirst,

The last is welcome as the first.

3 Come to his table, and receive
Whate'er a pard'ning God can give;
His love thro' ev'ry age endures;
His promise and himself are yours.

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HYMN 59. P. M.

Invitation--It is finished.

HARK! the voice of love and mercy

Sounds aloud from Calvary;

See! it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!
"It is finish'd!"

Hear the dying Saviour cry.
2 It is finish'd! O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford!
Heav'nly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord :

It is finish'd!

Saints, the dying words record.
3 Finish'd, all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law !

Finish'd, all that God had promis'd;
Death and hell no more shall awe :
It is finish'd!

Saints, from hence your comfort draw.
4 Happy souls, approach the table,
Taste the soul-reviving food!
Nothing's half so sweet and pleasant,
As the Saviour's flesh and blood.
It is finish'd!

Christ has borne the heavy load.
5 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs
Join to sing the pleasing theme
All on earth, and all in heav'n,
Join to praise Immanuel's nam

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Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

HYMN 60. L. M.

The memorials of our absent Lord.

JESUS is gone above the skies,

Where our weak senses reach him not; And carnal objects court our eyes,

To thrust our Saviour from our thought. 2 He knows what wand'ring hearts we have, Apt to forget his lovely face:

And, to refresh our minds, he gave These kind memorials of his grace. 3 The Lord of life this table spread With his own flesh, and dying blood; We on the rich provision feed, And taste the wine, and bless our God. 4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem;
Christ and his love fill ev'ry thought,
And faith and hope be fix'd on him.
5 While he is absent from our sight,
'Tis to prepare our souls a place;
That we may dwell in heav'nly light,
And live for ever near his face.

6 Our eyes look upwards to the hills,
Whence our returning Lord shall come;
We wait thy chariot's awful wheels,
To fetch our longing spirits home.

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HYMN 61. C. M.

The Love of Christ.

HOW condescending, and how kind

Was God's eternal Son!

Our mis'ry reach'd his heav'nly mind,
And pity brought him down.