Then took the cup and blest the wine: 'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood.
[4 For us his flesh with nails was torn,
He bore the scourge, he felt the thorn;
And justice pour'd upon his head
Its heavy vengeance in our stead,
5 For us his vital blood was spilt
To buy the pardon of our guilt,
When for black crimes of bigest size
He gave his soul a sacrifice.]
6. Do this (he cry'd) till time shall end,,
In mem❜ry of your dying friend;
Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed Lord.
[7. Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,
We show thy death, we sing thy name,
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage-supper of the Lamb.]
HYMN 126. C. M.
Man frail and mortal.
LL flesh is grass the prophet cry'd,
Their beauties soon decay;
Although they're cloth'd with power and pride,
They soon must fade away.
2 Behold the grass that clothes the field,
And looks so green and gay;
Touch'd by the scythe defenceless yield,
And fall and fade away.
3. Fit emblem of our mortal state! Thus in the scripture glass,
The young, the strong, the wise, the great,.
May see themselves but grass.
4 Ah! trust not to your fleeting breath,
Nor call your time your own;
Around you see the scythe of death,
Is mowing thousands down.
5 And you who hitherto are spar'd,
Must shortly yield your lives;
Your wisdom is to be prepar'd,
Before the stroke arrives.
6. The grass when dead revives no more ;
You, die to live again;
But ah if death should prove the door
To everlasting pain.
7 Let none that's void of saving grace,
Now trust in forms that's vain,
And so be found but hypocrites,
To suffer endless pain.
3. Come sinners now repent and turn
To God and seek his face;
He will to you great mercy shew,
And fill your souls with peace.
9 Oh may we all obey the call,
Of truth and gospel grace;
That when like grass our bodies fall,.
Our souls may rest in peace.
The insufficiency of human nature, and Christ the all-sufficient Saviour.
UR souls rejoice to hear the sound
Of gospel truth and grace;
The matchless love of God abounds
To sinful Adam's race.
2 No human power nor human skill,
Can free our souls from death;
Through all our best obed'ence still,
We sin in ev'ry breath.
3 Though we no power nor goodness have, Yet God's eternal Son,
Hath sov❜reign power and he can save,
By his own arm alone.
4 He sends his spirit down to men,
With messages of grace;
For to reprove the world of sin,
And teach the saints his grace.
5 Lord we adore thy matchless grace,
That caus'd the light to shine
Upon the sons of Adam's race,
With blessings so divine,
6 Oh! glorious power, oh! matchless grace,,
That freed our souls from hell;
Assist our tongues to sound thy praise,
And all thy wonders tell.
BARTIMEUS:
ERCY; O thou son of David !"-
Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd;
Others by thy word are sav'd,
Now to me afford thy aid :
Many for his crying chid him,
But he call'd the louder still;
Till the gracious Saviour bid him
"Come, and ask me what you will."
2: Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging us'd to live,
But he ask'd, and Jesus granted
Alms, which none but he could give ;
"Lord remove this grievous blindness,
Let my eyes behold the day;"
Straight he saw, and won by kindness,-
Follow'd Jesus in the way.
3 Oh! methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around ;
"Friends is not my case amazing?
What a Saviour I have found :
Oh! that all the blind but knew him,.
And would be advis'd by me!
Surely, would they hasten to him, .
He would cause them all to see."
HYMN 129. C. M.
The covenant Meeting..
INCE God hath let us live to see,*,
And at this place to meet;"
Now let us join to sing and pray,
And get at Jesus's feet.
2. There's no where else that we can go, Nor would I if I dare,
Join with the drunken swearing crew,
For they have not such fare.
3 Now let us hear what all will say,
Since we have pray'd and sung;
One rises and he says my soul
Doth in the Lord feel strong.
4 Another says I'm very dark, But yet I mean to go;
A third one cries I feel a spark
Of heavenly love below.
5 But still they rise to speak and say
I'm low, I'm dull, I'm weak;
I'm far behind you all this day,
And some will hardly speak.
6 Some speak quite loud, and some quite low,
And some are mighty strong;
Upon the whole each one doth say
I mean to keep along.
7 Keep on, keep on ye fainting souls,
The Lord is on your side;
Ye need not fear what man can do,
Ye are the Saviour's bride.
8 Unto the strong just let me say,
Don't leave the faint behind;
But in your bosom take the Lambs
And to the weak be kind.
9 The weak shall be as Jesse's son,
The strong as angels bright;
When we no more shall walk by faith,
But all shall walk by sight.
10 We'll praise our Saviour here below,
And praise him when above;
Where all shall strike a single note,
And that be bleeding love.
An exhortation to all Saints.
NOME brethren let us all unite,
To love and serve the Lord;
|