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HYMN 59. P.M.
Invitation - It is finished. (cont.)

5	Hallelujah! Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

HYMN 60. L.M.
The memorials of our absent Lord.

1	JESUS is gone above the skies, Where our weak senses reach him not; And carnal objects court our eyes, To thrust our Saviour from our thought.
2	He knows what wand'ring hearts we have, Apt to forget his lovely face: And, to refresh our minds, he gave These kind memorials of his grace.
3	The Lord of life this table spread With his own flesh, and dying blood; We on the rich provision feed, And taste the wine, and bless our God.
4	Let sinful sweets be all forgot, And earth grow less in our esteem; Christ and his love fill ev'ry thought, And faith and hope be fix'd on him.
5	While he is absent from our sight, 'Tis to prepare our souls a place; That we may dwell in heav'nly light, And live for ever near his face.
6	Our eyes look upwards to the hills, Whence our returning Lord shall come; We wait thy chariot's awful wheels, To fetch our longing spirits home.

HYMN 61. First Part. C.M.
The Love of Christ.

1	HOW condescending, and how kind,    Was God's eternal Son! Our mis'ry reach'd his heav'nly mind,    And pity brought him down.

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HYMN 61. C.M.
The Love of Christ. (cont.)

2	When justice, by our sins provok'd,    Drew forth his dreadful sword; He gave his soul up to the stroke,    Without a murm'ring word.
3	Here we receive repeated seals    Of Jesus' dying love: Hard is the wretch that never feels    One soft affection move.
4	Here let our hearts begin to melt,    While we his death record; And, with our joy for pardon'd guilt,    Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.

HYMN 62. C.M.
Christ the Bread of Life.

1	LET us adore th' eternal Word,    'Tis he our souls hath fed; Thou art our living stream, O Lord,    And thou th' immortal bread.
2	Bless'd be the Lord, that gives his flesh    To nourish dying men; And often spreads his table fresh,    Lest we should faint again.
3	Our souls shall draw their heav'nly breath,    Whilst Jesus finds supplies; Nor shall our graces sink to death:    For Jesus never dies.
4	The God of mercy be ador'd,    Who calls our souls from death; Who saves by his redeeming word,    And new-creating breath.
5	To praise the Father, and the Son,    And Spirit all divine, The One in Three, and Three in One,    Let saints and angels join.