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HYMN 71. C.M.
This Cup is the New-Testament in my blood. (cont.)
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My life and soul, my heart and flesh,
And all my pow'rs, are thine.
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I call that legacy my own,
Which Jesus did bequeath;
'Twas purchas'd with his dying groan,
And ratified in death.
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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.
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HYMN 72. L.M.
Worthy is the Lamb that was slain.
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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.
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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.
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All hail! thou great Immanuel, hail!
Ten thousand blessings on thy name!
While thus thy wondrous love we tell,
Our bosoms feel the sacred flame.
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Come, quickly come, immortal King!
On earth thy regal honours raise;
The full salvation promised bring,
Then ev'ry tongue shall sing thy praise!
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HYMN 73. L.M.
Thanksgiving.
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THE food on which thy children live,
A Great God, is thine alone to give:
And we, for grace receiv'd, would raise
A sacred song of love and praise.
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HYMN 73. L.M.
Thanksgiving. (cont.)
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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.
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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.
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HYMN 74. C.M.
Thanksgiving.
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LORD, at thy table I behold
The wonders of thy grace;
But most of all admire, that I
Should find a welcome place:
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I, that am all defil'd with sin,
A rebel to my God;
I, that have crucified his Son,
And trampled on his blood!
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What strange surprising grace is this,
That such a soul has room!
My Saviour takes me by the hand,
My Jesus bids me come.
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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.
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With trembling faith, and bleeding heart,
Lord, I accept thy love:
'Tis a rich banquet I have had,
What will it be above?
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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.
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