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HOW condescending and how kind
Was God's eternal Son!

Our misery reach'd his heavenly mind,
And pity brought him down.

lle sank beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to his throne;

There's not a gift his hand bestows,
But cost his heart a groan.

Now though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great;
Well he remembers Calvary ;
Nor should his saints forget.

Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we bis death record;

And with our joy for pardon'd guilt,
Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.

HYMN 83. L. M.

"Come, for all things are now ready."
MY God, and is thy table spread?
And doth thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all thy children led,
And let them all its sweetness know.

Iail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood!
Thrice happy he, who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food.

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O let thy table honour'd be,

And furnish'd well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see,

That here its sacred pledges tastes!

Let crowds approach with hearts prepar'd ;
With hearts inflam'd let all attend;
Nor, when we leave our Father's board,
The pleasure or the profit end.

Revive thy dying churches, Lord,
And bid our drooping graces live;
And more that energy afford,
A Saviour's blood alone can give.

HYMN 84. c. M.

"This do in remembrance of me."

ACCORDING to thy gracious word,
In deep humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember thee.

Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be ;

The sacramental cup I'll take,

And thus remember thee.

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Can I Gethsemane forget?

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Or there thy conflict see,

Thine agony and bloody sweat,

And not remember thee?

When to the cross I turn mine eyes,

And gaze on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,
I must remember thee.

5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me?

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Yes, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember thee.

And when these failing lips grow dumb
And mind and memory flee,

When thou shalt in thy kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me.

HYMN 85. s. M.

The efficacy of Christ's blood.

NOT all the blood of beasts,

On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name
And richer blood than they.

My faith would lay her hand

On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

My soul looks back to see

The burden thou didst bear,

When hanging on the accursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,

And sing his dying love.

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HYMN 86. c. M.

The love of Christ.

PLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,

Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.

With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw, and, O amazing love!

He came to our relief.

Down from the shining seats above
With joyful haste he fled,

Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

O for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak!

Angels, assist our songs of praise,
Strike all your harps of gold;

But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

HYMN 87. 8.7.

Contemplating a crucified Saviour.

SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend,

Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying friend

Truly blessed is this station,

Low before his cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Floating in his languid cye.

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Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'd bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.

May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go;
Prove his name each day more healing,
And himself more deeply know.

FUNERAL.

HYMN 88. L. M.

The tolling bell.

1 OFT as the bell, with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each one ask himself, "Am I
Prepar'd, should I be call'd to die?"

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2 Only this frail and fleeting breath
Preserves me from the jaws of death;
Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone,
And plung'd into a world unknown.
3 Then leaving all I lov'd below,
To God's tribunal I must go;
Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate,
And fix my everlasting state.

4 Lord Jesus! help me now to flee,
And place my hope alone in thee;
Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give,
Subdue my sins, and let me live.

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