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3 Finished all the types and shadows

of the ceremonial law !
Finished all that God had promised;
Death and hell no more shall awe:
It is finished !

[draw. Saints, from hence your comfort 4 Happy souls, approach the table,

Taste the soul-reviving food: Nothing's hall so sweet and pleasant As the Saviour's flesh and blood:

It is finished !
Christ has borne the heavy load.
5 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,

Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!
730 The love of Christ which passeth

.. 1 HOW

COW condescending and how kind

Was God's eternal Son !
Our misery reached His heavenly mind,

And pity brought Him down.
2 He sunk beneath our heavy woes,

To raise us to His throne;
There's ne'er a gift His hand bestows

But cost His heart a groan.
3 This was compassion like a God,

That when the Saviour knew The price of pardon was His blood,

His pity ne'er withdrew. 4 Now, though He reigns exalted high,

His love is still as great: Well He remembers Calvary,

Nor let His saints forget!
5 Here let our hearts begin to melt,

While we His death record;
And, with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

We would see Jesus.-John 12, 21.
ORD, in this blest and hallowed hour,
Reveal Thy presence and Thy power,

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Show to my faith Thy hands and side,

My Lord and God, the Crucified. 2 Fain would I find a calm retreat

From vain distractions near Thy feet;
And, borne above all earthly care,

Be joyful in Thy house of prayer.
3 Or let me, through the opening skies,

Catch one bright glimpse of Paradise;
And realize with raptured awe,

The vision dying Stephen saw. 4 But, if unworthy of such joy,

Still shall Thy love my heart employ,
For, of Thy favoured children's fare,

'Twere bliss the very crumbs to share. 5 Yet never can my soul be fed,

With less than Thee, the living Bread;
Thyself unto my soul impart,
And with Thy presence fill my heart.

732 Jesus took bread and blessed it.

Matt. 26, 26. 1

! The feast itself Thou art. Now receive Thy meanest guest,

And comfort every heart!
Give us living bread to eat,
Manna that from heaven comes down,
See us waiting at Thy feet,

And make thy favour known! 2 In this barren wilderness

Thou hast a table spread,
Richly filled with every grace,

Our fainting souls can need:
Still sustain us by Thy love;
Still Thy servants' strength repair;
Till we reach Thy courts above,

And feast for ever there.


733 Compel them to come in.-- Luke 1

14, OW sweet and awful is the place, Where everlasting love displays

The choicest of her stores!

2 While every heart and every tongue

Joins to admire the feast,
We each exclaim, with thankful song,

Lord, why was 1 a guest ?
3 Why was I made to hear Thy voice,

And enter while there's room?
When thousands make a wretched

And rather starve than come? (choice, 4 'Twas the same love that spread the

That sweetly forced us in; [feast Else we had still refused to taste,

And perished in our sin.
5 Pity the nations, O our God!

Constrain the earth to come:
Send Thy victorious word abroad,

And bring The strangers home. 6 We long to see Thy churches full, That all the chosen race

(soul, May with one voice, and heart, and

Sing Thy redeeming grace.

L.M. 734 ,my ,

where Thou feedest.-Sol. Song 1,7 1 THU, whom my soul admires above

All earthly joy, and earthly love, Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know

Where do Thy sweetest pastures grow? 2 Where is the shadow of that rock,

That from the sun defends Thy flock?
Fain would I feed among Thy sheep,

Among them rest, among them sleep.
3 The footsteps of Thy flock I see;
Thy sweetest pastures here they be:
And to these hills my soul will come,
Till my Beloved leads me home.


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given, for she loved much.-Luke 7,47.


Which before the cross I spend. Life, and health, and peace possessing From the sinner's dying Friend.

2 Here I'll sit for ever viewing

Mercy's streams, in streams of blood; Precious drops! my soul bedewing,

Plead and claim my peace with God 3 Truly blessed is this station,

Low before His cross to fie; While I see divine compassion

Beaming from His languid eye. 4 Here it is I find my heaven,

While upon the cross I gaze':
Love I much? I've more forgiven:

I'm a miracle of grace.
5 Love and grief my heart dividing,

With my tears His feet I'll bathe, Constant still in faith abiding,

Life deriving from His death. 6 May I still enjoy

this feeling, In all need to Jesús go; Prove His blood each day more healing,

And Himself more fully know.

736 We, being many, are one bread and

10, 17. 1 JE

ESUS invites His saints

To meet around His board;
Here pardoned rebels sit and hold

Communion with their Lord. 2 Our heavenly Father calls

Christ and His members one;
We the dear children of His love,

And He the first-born Son. 3 We are but several parts

Of the same broken bread:
One body hath its several limbs,

But Jesus is the head.
Let all our powers be joined

His glorious name to raise;
Pleasure and love fill every mind

And every voice be praise.

737 18, it not the communion of the

body of , COM TOMMUNION of my Saviour's blood,

In Him to have my lot and part;


To prove the virtue of that flood Which burst on Calvary from His

2 To feed by faith on Christ my Bread,

His body broken on the tree;
To live in Him, my living Head,

Who died and rose again for me; 3 This be my joy and comfort here,

This pledge of future glory mine.
Jesus! in spirit now appear,
And break the bread, and pour the

4 From Thy dear hand may I receive

The tokens of Thy dying love,
And while I feast on earth, believe

That I shall feast with Thee above. 5 Ah! there, though in the lowest place,

Thee at Thy table could I meet,
And see Thee, know Thee, face to face;

For such a moment death were sweet. 6 What then will their fruition be,

Who meet in heaven with blest accord?
A moment?-No; eternity!
They are for ever with the Lord.


738 also my | be,

hands and my head. -John 13, 0.

Close to Thy bleeding side; This all my hope and all my plea

For me the Saviour died? 2 My dying Saviour and my God,

Fountain for guilt and sin, Sprinkle me ever with Thy blood,

And cleanse and keep me clean. 3 Wash me, and make me thus Thine own,

Wash me, and mine Thou art; Wash me, but not my feet alone,

My hands, my head, my heart. 4 The atonement of Thy blood apply,

Till faith to sight improve; Till hope in full fruition die,

And all my soul be love.

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