1 2 3 4, 1 2 HOW condescending and how kind Our misery reach'd his heavenly mind, lle sank beneath our heavy woes, There's not a gift his hand bestows, Now though he reigns exalted high, Here let our hearts begin to melt, And with our joy for pardon'd guilt, HYMN 83. L. M. "Come, for all things are now ready." Iail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes, 3 4 5 1 2 O let thy table honour'd be, And furnish'd well with joyful guests; That here its sacred pledges tastes! Let crowds approach with hearts prepar'd ; Revive thy dying churches, Lord, HYMN 84. c. M. "This do in remembrance of me." ACCORDING to thy gracious word, This will I do, my dying Lord, Thy body, broken for my sake, The sacramental cup I'll take, And thus remember thee. 3 Can I Gethsemane forget? 4 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, 5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me? 6 1 2 3 4 5 Yes, while a breath, a pulse remains, And when these failing lips grow dumb When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, 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, But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, My soul looks back to see The burden thou didst bear, When hanging on the accursed tree, Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his dying love. 1 2 3 4 5 1 2 HYMN 86. c. M. The love of Christ. PLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair, Without one cheerful beam of hope, With pitying eyes the Prince of grace He saw, and, O amazing love! He came to our relief. Down from the shining seats above Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, O for this love let rocks and hills Angels, assist our songs of praise, But when you raise your highest notes, HYMN 87. 8.7. Contemplating a crucified Saviour. SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Life, and health, and peace possessing, Truly blessed is this station, Low before his cross to lie; 3 Love and grief my heart dividing, May I still enjoy this feeling, FUNERAL. HYMN 88. L. M. The tolling bell. 1 OFT as the bell, with solemn toll, (6 2 Only this frail and fleeting breath 4 Lord Jesus! help me now to flee, |