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HYMN 65. L.M.
Struggling against unbelief. (cont.)

4	Lord, I believe thy grace is free; O! magnify thy grace in me.

HYMN 66. L.M.
We celebrate his dying love.

1	JESUS, once for sinners slain, From the dead was rais'd again; And in heav'n is now set down With his Father on his throne.
2	There he reigns a King supreme: We shall also reign with him: Feeble souls, be not dismay'd; Trust in his almighty aid.
3	He has made an end of sin; And his blood hath wash'd us clean: Fear not; he is ever near; Now, even now, he's with us here.
4	Thus assembling, we by faith, Till he come, show forth his death; Of his body, bread's the sign: And we view his blood in wine.
5	Saints on earth, with saints above, Celebrate his dying love; And let ev'ry ranaom'd soul Sound his praise from pole to pole.

HYMN 67. L.M.
The gospel feast.

1	HOW rich are thy provisions, Lord! Thy table furnish'd from above; The fruits of life o'erspread the board, The cup o'erflows with heav'nly love.
2	Thine ancient family, the Jews, Were first invited to the feast: We humbly take, what they refuse, And Gentiles thy salvation taste.

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HYMN 67. L.M.
The gospel feast. (cont.)

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 us 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	AT thy command, our dearest Lord, Here we attend thy living 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.