3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame,

And help was far, and death was nigh! But, at the gospel call, we came,

And ev'ry want receiv'd supply. 4. From the highway that leads to hell,

From paths of darkness and despair, Lord, we are come with thee to dwell,

Glad to enjoy thy presence here.
5 What shall we pay the eternal Son,

That left the heav'n of his abode ;
And to this wretched earth came down,

To bring his wand'rers back to God ! 6 It cost him death to save our lives;

To buy our souls, it cost his own :
And all the unknown joys he gives,

Were bought with agonies unknown. 7 Our everlasting love is due

To him, that ransom'd sinners lost,
And pitied rebels, when he knew

The vast expense his love would cost. 8 To God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory giv’n,
By all on earth, and all in heav'n.

HYMN 68. L. M.

Not ashamed of Christ crucified. 1 A T thy command, our dearest

Lord, Here we attend thy dying feast; Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board,

And thine own flesh feeds ev'ry guest. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,

And trusts for life in one that died ;
We hope for heav'nly crowns above,
From a Redeemer crucified.

3 Let the vain world pronounce its shame,

And Aling their scandals on the cause ; We come to boast our Saviour's name,

And make our triumphs in his cross. 4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,

He, that was dead, has left his tomb,
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come.

HYMN 69. C. M.

His flesh is meat indeed. 1 HERE at thy table, Lord, we meet,

, To feed ; Thy body is the bread we eat;

Thy precious blood the wine. 2 He, that prepares this rich repast,

Himself comes down and dies; And then invites us thus to feast

Upon the sacrifice. 3 Here peace and pardon sweetly flow;

O what delightful food ! We eat the bread, and drink the wine,

But think on nobler good.
4 The bitter torment he endur'd,

Upon th' accursed tree,
For me, each welcome guest may say,

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'Twas all sustain’d for me.
5 Sure there was never love so free,

Dear Saviour, so divine :
Well may'st thou claim that heart of me,
Which owes so much to thine !

HYMN 70. P. M.

The blood of Christ.
E sin-sick souls draw near,
And banquet with your King,

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His royal bounty share,

And loud hosannas sing :
Here mercy reigns, here peace abounds,
Here's blood to heal your dreadful wounds.
2 He's on a throne of grace,

And waits to answer prayer :
What tho' thy sin and guilt

Liké crimson doth appear ;
The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all thy woes.
3 O wondrous love and grace!

Did Jesus die for me ?

Were all my num'rous debts
· Discharg'd on Calvary?
Yes, Jesus died--the work is done;
He did for all my sins atone.
4. On earth I'll sing his love,

In heav'n I too shall join
The ransom'd of the Lord,

In accents all divine;
And see my Saviour face to face,
And ever dwell in his embrace.

HYMN 71. C. M.
This Cup is the New-Testament in my

blood.
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THE promise of my Father's love

Shall stand forever good ;
He said, and gave his soul to death,

And seal'd the grace with blood. . 2 To this dear cov’nant of thy word,

I set my worthless name;
I seal th’ engagement to my Lord,

And make my humble claim. 3 The light, and strength, and pard’ning grace.

And glory, shall be mine ;

My life and soul, my heart and flesh,

And all my pow'rs are thine. 4 I call that legacy my own,

Which Jesus did bequeath ; 'Twas purchas'd with his dying groan,

And ratified in death.
5 Sweet is the mem'ry of his name,

Who bless'd us in his will;
And to his testament of love,
Made his own life the seal.

HYMN 72. L. M.

Worthy is the Lamb that was slain. 1 O

THE sweet wonders of that cross,

Where God the Saviour lov'd and died !
Her noblest life my spirit draws

From his dear wounds, and bleeding side. 2 I would for ever speak his name

In sounds to mortal ears unknown:
With angels join to praise the Lamb,

And worship at his Father's throne. 3 Al hail! thou great Immanuel, hail !

Ten thousand blessings on thy name!
While thus thy wondrous, love we tell,

Our bosoms feel the sacred flame.
4 Come, quickly come, immortal King !

On earth thy regal honours raise;
The full salvation promis'd bring,
Then ev'ry tongue shall sing thy praise !

HYMN 73. L. M.

Thanksgiving.
1 THE food on which thy children live,

Great God, is thine alone to give :
And we, for grace receiv'd, would raise

sacred song of love and praise.

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2 How vast, how full, how rich, how free,

Dear Jesus, thy rich treasures be !
To the full fountain of our joys,

We gladly come for fresh supplies. 3 For this we wait upon thee, Lord,

For this we listen to thy word :
Descend like gentle show'rs of rain,
Nor let our souls attend in vain.

HYMN 74. C. M.

Thanksgiving. 1 ORD, at thy table I behold

The wonders of thy grace ; But most of all admire, that I

Should find a welcome place: 2 I that am all defil'd with sin,

A rebel to my God;
I that have crucified his Son,

And trampled on his blood !
3 What strange surprising grace is this,

That such a soul has room !
My Saviour takes me by the hand,

My Jesus bids me come.
4 Eat, O my friends, the Saviour cries,

The feast was made for you : For

you I groan’d, and bled, and died,

And rose, and triumph'd too. 5 With trembling faith, and bleeding heart,

Lord, I accept thy love:: 'Tis a rich banquet I have had,

What will it be above ? 6 Ye saints below, and hosts of heav'n,

Join all your praising pow'rs ; No theme is like redeeming love,

No Saviour is like ours.