8 High on the throne my Saviour reigns ; In lofty, sweet, seraphic strains, 9 There I'll adore my dying God, I'll sing of Jesus' wounds and blood, IC Amidst th' eternal sacred true- My soul shall sing as angels do, 11 The heav'nly flame shall still aspire, HYMN 33. A soul's view: Or partaking of the Lord's T Supper. HE table spread, my soul there 'spies I hear his dying groans! I prove, 2 The table's spread-the royal food His bleeding heart! his dying groans! The feast is spread with bleeding hands Bedew'd with blood, and lo, it stands To fill the hungry mind; 4 Whilst at the table sits the King, My Saviour's grace I'll still adore, 5. O sacred flesh, O solemn feast! When Christ my Lord, the royal guest,, Is at his table found; This adds new glories to my joy→→→ - 6 'Tis thus my soul by faith is fed, 7 It is an early antipast, If here so sweet-if here we prove In heaven what will be found? DID HYMN 34. C. M. Divine Fortitude. IDST thou dear Jesus suffer shame, And shall I fear to own thy name, 2 Forbid it Lord that I should dread, But in thy footsteps let me tread, 3 Inspire my soul with life divine, Let knowledge, faith and meekness shine, 4 Say to my soul, why dost thou fear 5 O how my soul would up and run, 6 For this let men reproach, defame,, And be thy servant still. 7 To thee I cheerfully submit, HYMN 35. C. M. The rich provision of the Gospel. JESUS, thy blessings are not few, Nor is thy gospel weak; Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew, 2 Wide as the reach of satan's rage, It's not confin'd to sex or age, 3 While grace is offer'd to the prince, 4. Come all ye wretched sinners come,, 5 His doctrine is Almighty love, There's virtue in his name, To turn a raven to a dove, The lion to a lamb. 6 O could we raise a song of praise, Half equal to his love ; The heav'ns would ring, while we should sing Through all the courts above. HYMN 36. The Pilgrim's song. HILDREN of the heav'nly King,. CHILDREN Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, 2 Ye are trav'ling home to God, fathers trod; In the way your They are happy now, and ye 3 Oh! ye banish'd seed be glad, 4 Shout ye little flocks and bless, 5.O! ye brethren, joyful stand, 6 Lord, obed'ently we'll go, HYMN 37. Celestial Watering AVIOUR, visit thy plantation, Grant us Lord a gracious rain, All will come to dissolution, Unless thou return again. 2 Keep no longer at a distance, 3 Surely once the garden flourish'd,' Ev'ry part look'd gay and green; |