Of our dear brother's precious duft, 3 One with the body of the Lamb, When Chrift the Saviour fhall appear, HYMN CLXXVI. L.M. JAMES RELLY.] 1 MOST precious in our Saviour's fight, I Are all his faints unnotic'd death! He bears them to eternal light, 3 Free from this world's unnumber'd cares, 4 All this, and more, our brother proves HYMNS FOR THE LORD's SUPPER. HYMN CLXXVII. L. M. [S. STENNETT.] I THUS we commemorate the day, On which our dearest Lord was flain; Thus we our pious homage pay, Till he appears on earth again. z Come, great Redeemer, open wide The curtains, of the parting sky; On a bright cloud in triumph ride, And on the wind's (wift pinions fly. 3 Come, King of Kings, with thy bright train, Cherubs, and Seraphs, heav'nly hots; Affume thy right, enlarge thy reign, As far as earth extends her coafts. 4 Come, Lord, and where thy crofs once stood, There plant thy banner, fix thy throne; Subdue the rebels by thy word, And claim the nations for thy own. HYMN CLXXVIII. C. M. [1. LANE.] This my blood was fhed for many. 1 MORTALS, behold the dying love Ye, who redemption's wonders prove, 2 While you his broken body fee, 3 Sinners! the cup, o'erflowing, view, 4 Then let his praife be your employ Soon fhall we foar to realms of joy, HYMN CLXXIX. L. M. [BEDDOME.] 1 My Body given for you. JESUS, when faith with fixed eyes Beholds thy wond'rous facrifice, Love rifes to an ardent flame, 2 With cold affections who can fee, The thorns, the fcourge, the nails, the tree, 3 Look, faints, into his opening fide, 4 Hence, O my foul, a balfam flows, HYMN CLXXX. L. M. [PEACOCK.] Do this in remembrance of me. IN mem❜ry of our dying Lord, We take the facred bread and wine; 2 In lively figures here we fee HYMN CLXXXI. L. M. I. LANE.] The love of Chrift commemorated. GRE REAT God, thy pow'r and wisdom shine, In all the works thy band hath wrought; But mercy, love, and grace divine, Exceed the pow'r of fpeech, or thought. 2 Thy precious blood, immortal Lamb, Takes from the world its guilt away; Our fin, and curfe, reproach and fhame. Are drown'd in thine own crimson fea. 3 Salvation! 'tis a welcome found, To weary, fouls by fin opprefs'd; 4 Here, finners, you may heal your wounds, While in this dark abode we stay, Then up to glory wing our way, HYMN CLXXXII. C. M. WESLEY'S COLL.] Shewing forth the Lord's death. ! TOGETHER with these symbols, Lord, Thy blessed felf impart; And let thy very flesh and blood 2 Let us from all our fins be wash'd And let thy fpirit be the feal, 3 Come, Holy Ghost, with Jesus' love, HYMN CLXXXIII. S. M. [DODDRIDGE.] Jefus, at the Feast of Love. OUR heav'nly Father calls, And Chrift invites us near; With both, our friendship shall be sweet, 2 God pities all our griefs; |