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.

94. The Christian Passover. 1 Cor. v. 7. (S. M

THOU

THOU very paschal Lamb, Whose blood for us was shed, Through whom we out of Egypt came, Thy ransom'd people lead.

2 Angel of gospel-grace,
Fulfil thy character;

3

To guard and feed thy chosen race,
In Israel's camp appear!

Throughout the desert-way
Conduct us by thy light;

Be thou a cooling cloud by day,
A cheering fire by night.

4 Our fainting souls sustain
With blessings from above;
And ever on thy people rain
The manna of thy love.

95. Come and Welcome. John vii. 37. (P.M.) 1 FROM the cross uplifted high,

Where the Saviour deigns to die;
What melodious sounds I hear,
Bursting on my ravish'd ear!

"Love's redeeming work is done,
Come, and welcome, sinner, come.

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2" Sprinkled now with blood, the throne;— Why beneath thy burdens groan ? "On my pierced body laid,

Justice owns the ransom paid:

Bow the knee, and kiss the Son, Come, and welcome, sinner, come. 3" Spread for thee, the festal board, "See with richest dainties stor'd; "To thy Father's bosom prest, "Yet again a child confest;

"Never from his house to roam,

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Come, and welcome, sinner, come.

4" Soon the days of life shall end,
"Lo! I come, your Saviour, Friend! ́
Safe your spirit to convey,

"To the realms of endless day:
Up to my eternal home,

Come, and welcome, sinner, come."

96. A Preparatory Thought for the Lord's Supper.

1

WHAT

(L. M.)

HAT heavenly man, or lovely God, Comes marching downward from the Array'd in garments roll'd in blood, [skies? With joy and pity in his eyes?

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2 The Lord! the Saviour! yes, 'tis he!
I know him by the smiles he wears !
Dear glorious man that dy'd for me,
Drench'd deep in agonies and tears!
3 Lo! he reveals his shining breast,

I own those wounds, and I adore ;
Lo! he prepares a royal feast,

Sweet fruit of those sharp pangs he bor

4 Whence flow these favours so divine!
Lord! why so lavish of thy blood!
Why for such earthly souls as mine,
This heavenly wine, this sacred food?

5 "Twas his own love that made him bleed,
That nail'd him to the cursed tree;
"Twas his own love the table spread,
For such unworthy worms as we!
6 Then let us taste the Saviour's love;
Come, Faith, and feed upon the Lord:
With glad consent our lips shall move,
And sweet hosannas crown the board.

97.

Welcome to the Table. (C. M.)

1 THIS

HIS is the feast of heavenly wine,
And God invites to sup:

The juices of the living vine,
Were press'd to fill the cup.

2 Oh bless the Saviour, ye that eat,
With royal dainties fed;

Not heaven affords a costlier treat,
For Jesus is the bread.

3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them;
Ye trembling souls, appear!
The righteous in their own esteem,
Have no acceptance here.

4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse
The banquet spread for you;
Dear Saviour, this is welcome news,
Then I may venture too.

5 If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place,-
Surely the Lord will welcome me,

And I shall see his face.

See also the HYMNS on the DEATH OF CHRIST, and the ATONEMENT.

PARTICULAR SEASONS, AND

OCCASIONS.

MORNING AND EVENING.

98.

An Evening Hymn. (C. M.)

1

LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;

I am for ever thine;

I fear before thee all the day,--
Nor would I dare to sin.

2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free;
"Tis sweet conversing on my bed,
With my own heart and Thee.

3 I pay this evening sacrifice,
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith and hope relies,
Upon thy grace alone.

4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.

99. Daily and Nightly Devotion. (C. M.)

YE

1 VE that obey the immortal King, Attend his holy place,

Bow to the glories of his power,

And bless his wond'rous grace;

2 Lift up your hands by morning light,
And send your souls on high;

Raise your admiring thoughts by night,
Above the starry sky.

3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts
With rays of quick'ning grace;

The God that spreads the heav'ns abroad,
And rules the swelling seas.

100. An Evening Hymn. Psalm iv. 8. (L.M.)

1

TH

HUS far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his power prolongs my days ; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace.