We hope for heavenly crowns above,

From a Redeemer crucified.

3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,
And fling their scandals on thy 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 hath left his tomb;
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come."

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The Table of the Lord. Luke xiv. 23.
OW sweet and awful is the place
With Christ within the doors,

1 HOW

While everlasting love displays

The choicest of her stores.

2 While all our hearts, in praise and song, Join to admire the feast,

Each of us cries, with thankful tongue,
"Lord, why was I a guest?"

3 "Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there's room-
When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come?"

4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast,
That sweetly forced us in;

Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.

5 Pity the nations, O our God,
Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.

6 We long to see thy churches full,

That all the chosen race

May, with one voice and heart and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.

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2 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God,
Wounded, and dead, and bathed in blood!
Behold his side, and venture near;
The well of endless life is here.

3 Here I forget my cares and pains;
I drink, yet still my thirst remains;
Only the fountain-head above
Can satisfy the thirst of love.

4 Oh that I thus could always feel!
Lord, more and more thy love reveal;
Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim
The grace and glory of thy name.

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HOW

Divine Glories and Graces.

OW are thy glories here displayed;
Great God, how bright they shine,
While, at thy word, we break the bread,
And pour the flowing wine!

2 Here thy revenging justice stands,
And pleads its dreadful cause;

Here saving mercy spreads her hands,
Like Jesus on the cross.

3 Thy saints attend with every grace
On this great sacrifice;

And love appears with cheerful face,
And faith with fixed eyes.

4 Our hope in waiting posture sits,
To heaven directs her sight;
Here every warmer passion meets,
And warmer powers unite.

5 Zeal and revenge perform their part,
And rising sin destroy;

Repentance comes, with aching heart,
Yet not forbids the joy.

6 Dear Saviour, change our faith to sight,

Let sin for ever die:

Then shall our souls be all delight,

And every tear be dry.

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1

JESUS

The Memorials of our absent Lord.

ESUS is gone above the skies,

Where our weak senses reach him not;

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And carnal objects court our eyes,

To thrust our Saviour from our thought. 2 He knows what wandering 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 the God. 4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem; Christ and his love fill every thought,

And faith and hope be fixed on him. 5 While he is absent from our sight,

'Tis to prepare our souls a place, That we may dwell in heavenly light, And live for ever near his face.

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Redeeming Grace.

1 LORD, at thy table we behold

The wonders of thy grace;

But most of all admire that we
Should find a welcome place-
2 We, who are all defiled with sin,
And rebels to our God;
We, who have crucified thy Son,
And trampled on his blood!

3 What strange, surprising grace is this,
That we, so lost, have room!
Jesus our weary souls invites,
And freely bids us come.

4 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven,
Join all your sacred powers:

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

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1

Communion. 1 Cor. x. 16, 17.

ESUS invites his saints

JESU

To meet around his board; Here pardoned rebels sit and hold Communion with their Lord.

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2 This holy bread and wine

Maintains our fainting breath, By union with our living Lord, And interest in his death.

3 Our heavenly Father calls

Christ and his members one;
We the young children of his love,
And he the first-born Son.

4 We are but several parts

Of the same broken bread;
One body hath its several limbs,
But Jesus is the head.

5 Let all our powers be joined,
His glorious name to raise;
Pleasure and love fill every mind,
And every voice be praise.

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1

COME

The amazing Love of Christ.

OME, let me love, or is my mind
Hardened to stone, or froze to ice?

I see the blessed Fair One bend,

And stoop t' embrace me from the skies!
2 Oh, 'tis a thought would melt a rock,
And make a heart of iron move,
That those sweet lips, that heavenly look,
Should seek and wish a mortal love!

3 I was a traitor doomed to fire,

Bound to sustain eternal pains;
He flew on wings of strong desire,
Assumed my guilt and took my chains.

4 Infinite grace! almighty charms!
Stand in amaze, ye rolling skies!
Jesus, the God, extends his arms,
Hangs on the cross of love, and dies.

5 Did pity ever stoop so low,

Dressed in divinity and blood? Was ever rebel courted so,

In groans of an expiring God?

6 Sure I must love; or are my ears

Still deaf, nor will my passions move? Lord, melt this stubborn heart to tears; This heart shall yield to death or love.

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MY

Faith assisted by Ordinances.

Y Saviour God, my sovereign Prince,
Reigns far above the skies;

But brings his graces down to sense,
And helps my faith to rise.

2 My eyes and ears shall bless his name,
They read and hear his word;
My touch and taste shall do the same,
When they receive the Lord.

3 Baptismal water is designed

To seal his cleansing grace,

While at his feast of bread and wine
He gives his saints a place.

4 But not the waters of a flood
Can make my flesh so clean
As by his Spirit and his blood
He'll wash my soul from sin.

5 Not choicest meats or noblest wines
So much my heart refresh,

As when my faith goes through the signs,
And feeds upon his flesh.

6 I love the Lord, who stoops so low,
To give his word a seal:

But the rich grace his hands bestow,
Exceeds the figures still.

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1

Suffer little children," &c. Mark x. 14. C. M. EE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand,

With all-engaging charms;

Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in his arms.

2 "Permit them to approach," he cries,
"Nor scorn their humble name;

For 'twas to bless such souls as these
The Lord of angels came."

3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands,
And yield them up to thee;
Joyful that we ourselves are thine,
Thine let our offspring be.

4 If orphans they are left behind,
Thy guardian care we trust;