3 Let the vain world pronounce its shame
And fling their scandals on the cause;
We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his cross.
4. With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He, that was dead, has left his tomb,
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come.

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HYMN 69. C. M.

His flesh is meat indeed.

HERE at thy table, Lord, we meet,

To feed on food divine;

Thy body is the bread we eat,

Thy precious blood the wine. 2 He, that prepares this rich repast, Himself comes down and dies; And then invites us thus to feast Upon the sacrifice.

3 Here peace and pardon sweetly flow; O what delightful food!

We eat the bread, and drink the wine, But think on nobler good.

4 The bitter torment he endur'd, Upon th' accursed tree,

For me, each welcome guest may say, 'Twas all sustain'd for me.

5 Sure there was never love so free, Dear Saviour, so divine :

Well may'st thou claim that heart of me,
Which owes so much to thine!

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HYMN 70. P. M.

The blood of Christ.

E sin-sick souls draw near,
And banquet with your King,

His royal bounty share,

And loud hosannas sing:

Here mercy reigns, here peace abounds,
Here's blood to heal your dreadful wounds.
2 He's on a throne of grace,
And waits to answer prayer:
What tho' thy sin and guilt
Like crimson doth appear;
The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all thy woes.
3 O wondrous love and grace!
Did Jesus die for me?

Were all my num'rous debts
Discharg'd on Calvary?

Yes, Jesus died-the work is done;
He did for all my sins atone.

4 On earth I'll sing his love,
In heav'n I too shall join
The ransom'd of the Lord,
In accents all divine;

And see my Saviour face to face,
And ever dwell in his embrace.

HYMN 71. C. M.

blood.

This Cup is the New-Testament in my
HE promise of my Father's love
Shall stand forever good;

1 THE

He said, and gave his soul to death,
And seal'd the grace with blood.
2 To this dear cov'nant of thy word,
I set my worthless name;

I seal th' engagement to my Lord,
And make my humble claim.

3 The light, and strength, and pard'ning grac And glory, shall be mine;

My life and soul, my heart and flesh,
And all my pow'rs are thine.

4. I call that legacy my own,
Which Jesus did bequeath;

'Twas purchas'd with his dying groan,
And ratified in death.

5 Sweet is the mem'ry of his name,
Who bless'd us in his will;
And to his testament of love,
Made his own life the seal.

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HYMN 72. L. M.

Worthy is the Lamb that was slain.

THE sweet wonders of that cross,

Where God the Saviour lov'd and died!

Her noblest life my spirit draws

From his dear wounds, and bleeding side. 2 I would for ever speak his name

In sounds to mortal ears unknown:
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at his Father's throne.
3 All hail! thou great Immanuel, hail!
Ten thousand blessings on thy name!
While thus thy wondrous love we tell,
Our bosoms feel the sacred flame.
4 Come, quickly come, immortal King!
On earth thy regal honours raise;
The full salvation promis'd bring,
Then ev'ry tongue shall sing thy praise!
HYMN 73. L. M.

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Thanksgiving.

HE food on which thy children live, Great God, is thine alone to give : And we, for grace receiv'd, would raise A sacred song of love and praise.

2 How vast, how full, how rich, how free,
Dear Jesus, thy rich treasures be!
To the full fountain of our joys,
We gladly come for fresh supplies.
3 For this we wait upon thee, Lord,
For this we listen to thy word:
Descend like gentle show'rs of rain,
Nor let our souls attend in vain.

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HYMN 74. C. M.

Thanksgiving.
ORD, at thy table I behold
The wonders of thy grace;
But most of all admire, that I

Should find a welcome place:
2 I that am all defil'd with sin,
A rebel to my God;

I that have crucified his Son,
And trampled on his blood!

3 What strange surprising grace is this,
That such a soul has room!
My Saviour takes me by the hand,
My Jesus bids me come.

4 Eat, O my friends, the Saviour cries,
The feast was made for you:

For you I groan'd, and bled, and died,
And rose, and triumph'd too.

5 With trembling faith, and bleeding heart, Lord, I accept thy love:

'Tis a rich banquet I have had,

What will it be above?

6 Ye saints below, and hosts of heav'n,
Join all your praising pow'rs;

No theme is like redeeming love,
No Saviour is like ours.

7 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord,
I'd give them all to thee:
Had I ten thousand tongues, they all
Should join the harmony.

8 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God, whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

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HYMN 75. C. M.

Hosanna.

SHOUT and proclaim the Saviour's love,
Ye saints, that taste his wine;

Join with your kindred saints above,
In loud Hosannas join.

2 A thousand glories to our God,
Who gives such joy as this;
Hosanna! let it sound abroad,
And reach where Jesus is.

3 To praise the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit all divine,

The One in Three, and Three in One,
Let saints and Angels join.