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5 Revive thy dying churches, Lord !

And bid our drooping graces live;
And more that energy afford,

A Saviour's blood alone can give. 353

C. M.
Remembering Jesus.

Luke xxii, 19, 44; xxiii, 33.
| ACCORDING to thy gracious word,

In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord!

I will remember Thee.
2 Thy body broken for my sake

My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,

And thus remember Thee!
3 Can I Gethsemane forget?

Or there thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,

And not remember Thee?
4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes,

And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God! my Sacrifice!

I must remember Thee.
5 Remember Thee, and all thy pains,

And all thy love to me!
Yes! while a pulse or breath remains

Will I remember Thee.


8.7. Believers fed at the holy table. Ps. Ixxx, 1. Mark xiv, 22-24. 1 Cor. x, 16. 1 ISRAEL's Shepherd! guide me, feed me,

Through my pilgrimage below;
And beside the waters lead me,

Where thy flock rejoicing go,
Lest I err, thine aid disdaining,

And forsake thy shelt'ring fold,
Heedless of thy grace constraining,

In the strength of nature bold.
2 Lord ! thy guardian presence ever,

Meekly kneeling, I implore;
Now thy grace hath found me, never

Would I wander from Thee more:
Oh! how sweet, how comfortable,

In the wilderness to see
Rich provisions, and a table

Spread for sinners, spread for me! 3 Here thy bounty still partaking,

In these signs of bread and wine,
Freely all things else forsaking,

I behold the Saviour mine:
In his bruised body broken,

In the shedding of his blood,
See, my soul, a gracious token,

Sure and full for every good.


4[To his cross for refuge flying,

Arm thee for the strife within;
There from thy Redeemer dying

Learn the sinfulness of sin:
Cleansed, and wash’d, and freely pardon’d,

By his matchless love and pow'r;
Hear Him say-no longer harden'd-

Go in peace, and sin no more.”] 355

L. M. Seeking for the sweet pastures.

Song of Sol. i, 7, 8. 1 Cor. xi, 26. 1 Thou, whom my soul admires above

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

Where doth thy sweetest pasture 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;
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,

Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and tears. 4 His dearest flesh He makes my food,

And bids me drink his richest blood; Here, to this feast, my soul will come, 'Till my Beloved lead me home.



C. M. Grateful remembrance of Christ's death.

Song of Sol. i, 4. 1 Cor. xi, 23-25. 1 IF HUMAN kindness meets return,

And owns the grateful tie;
If tender thoughts within us burn

To feel a friend is nigh;
2 Oh! shall not warmer accents tell

The gratitude we owe
To Him, who died our fears quell,

Our more than orphan's woe?
3 While yet his anguish'd soul survey'd

Those pangs He would not flee,
What love his latest words display'd,

“ Meet, and remember Me.” 4 Remember Thee! thy death, thy shame,

Our sinful hearts to share!
O memory! leave no other name

But his recorded there!


L.M. Welcoming new Communicants.

Gen. xxiv, 31.
1 COME in, beloved in the Lord !

Enter in Jesu's precious name;
We welcome you with one accord,
And trust our Saviour does the same.

2. Those joys which earth can not afford

We hope in fellowship to prove,
Join'd in one spirit to our Lord,

Together bound in mutual love.
3 And, while we pass this vale of tears,

We'll make our joys and sorrows known,
We'll share each other's hopes and fears,

And count a brother's cares our own. 4 Once more our welcome we repeat,

Receive assurance of our love;
Oh! may we all together meet
Around the throne of God above!

Old Year.

Grateful remembrance of past mercies.
Ps. lxv, 11. Acts xxvi, 22. Rev. vii, 10.

1 Our Helper, God! we bless thy name,

Whose power and grace are still the same; The tokens of thy friendly care

Commence, and crown, and close the year. 2 Amidst ten thousand snares we stand,

Supported by thy guardian hand;
And mark, when we regard our ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise,


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