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Ofour dear brother's precious duft,

Until the riling of the just.
3 One with the body of the Lamb,

Sealid with Immanuel's new name,
A member of his flesh and bone,

By blood redeem'd, to hear'n he's gone. 4 Then mourn not o'er the lifeless clay,

But wait the resurrection day ,
When Christ the Saviour shall appear,
And he come with him in the air.

Å Funeral Hymni
Most precious in our Saviour's fight,

Are all his faints unnotic'd death !
He bears them to eternal light,

When they relign their mortal breath. 2 Precious the foul by him redeem'd;

From threat'ning evils fnatch'd away,
Precious their duft, by him elteem'd,

He'll raise it at the latter day. 3 Free from this world's unnumber'd cares,

From Satan's rage, and human spite,
From sin's distress and gloomy fears;

How precious this in Jesus' fight !
4 All this, and more, our brother proves

Now he the Son of man can see ;
He fees, he feels, he joys, he loves,
And all from intermillion free.

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L. M.



we commemorate the day,

On which our dearest Lord was slain; Thus we our pious homage pay, Till

appears on earth again.
z Come, great Redeemer, open wide

The curtains, of the parting sky;
On a bright cloud in triumph ride,

And on the wind's (wift pinions fiy. 3 Come, King of Kings, with thy bright train,

Cherubs, and Seraphs, heav'nly hoits ;
Assume thy right, enlarge thy reign,

As far as earth extends her coasts. 4 Come, Lord, and where thy cross once stood,

There plant thy banner, fix thy throne ;
Subdue the rebels by thy word,
And claim the nations for thy own.

[1. LANE.]
This my blood was Ihed for many.
· MORTALS, behold the dying love

of your redeeming King ; Ye, who redemption's wonders prove,

His mighty praise should fing : z While you his broken body fee,

And fealt on heav'nly bread;
Mark how he groan'd on Calvary ;
Behold him, with the dead.

C. M.


3 Siapers ! the cup, o'erflowing, view,

And taste the cheering wine ;
Think how his side was peirc'd for you,

T'appease the wrath divịnę.
4 Then let his praise be your employ

While life and breath remain ;
Soon shall we foar to realms of joy,
And raise a louder strain.

[BEDDOME.] My Body given for you. JESUS, when faith with fixed eyes

Beholds thy wondrous sacrifice, Love rises to an ardent frame,

And we all other hope disclaim. 2 With cold affections who can see,

The thorns, the scourge, the nails, the tree, Thy flowing tears, and purple sweat,

Thy bleeding hands, and head and feet? 3 Look, faints, into his opening fide,

The breach how large, how deep, how wide ! Thence issues forth a double ficod,

Of cleansing water, pard'ning blood. 4 Hence, O my foul, a balfam flows,

To heal thy wounds and cure thy woes';-
Immortal joys come streaming down, .

Joys, like his grief, immenfe, unknown. 5

Thus I could fit, and ever sing
The fuff'rings of my heaply King ;
With glowing pleasure spread abroad
The myft'ries of a dying God,


Do this in remembrance of me.
IN memory of our dying Lord,

We take the facred bread and wine ;
And thankfully his grace record,

How bright his love and mercy shine! 2 In lively figures here we fee

The crucifi'd Redeemer's face,
Expiring on the curfed tree,

To ransom our apoitate race. 3

Sinners to save from endless woes,
The wrath divine he links beneath ;
The law's dread curfe be undergoes,

At once difarming fin and death. 4 Here Jesus all his grace displays,

And makes Iris brightest glories known;
To him each faint glad homage pays,
And triumphs in his cross alone.

L. M.



The love of Christ commemorated.
REAT God, thy pow'r and wisdom shine,

In all the works thy band hath wrought ; But mercy, love, and grace divine,

Exceed the pow'r of speech, or thought. 2 Thy precious blood, immortal Lamb,

Takes from the world its guilt away ;
Our fin, and curse, reproach and shame

Are drown'd in thine own crimson sea. 3 Salvation! 'tis a welcome found,

To weary, Couls by fin opprefs'd ;

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Here, finners, you may heal your wounds,

And foothe your griefs and fears to rest. +

While in this dark abode we stay,
Our feeble voices let us raise ;
Then up to glory wing our way,

And join th: eternal foog of praise.

Shewing forth the Lord's death. TOGETHER with these symboļs, Lord,

Thy blessed self impart; And let thy very flesh and blood

Feed the believing heart.
2 Let us from all our fins be walh'd

In thy redeeming blood ;
And let thy fpirit be the real,

That we are sons of God.
3 Come, Holy Gholft, with Jesus? love,

Prepare us for this feast ;
And let us banquet with our Lord,
And lean upon his breast.

Jefus, at the Feast of Love.
OUR hear?nly Father calls,

And Christ invites us near ;
With both, our friendship shall be sweet,

And our communion dear. 2 God pities all our griefs ;

He pardons ev'ry day;
Almighty to protect our souls,
And wise to guide our way.

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