Since all things by thy power were made,
And by thy bounty live.
2 And worthy is the Lamb all power,
Honour, and wealth, to gain,
Glory and strength; who for our sins
A sacrifice was slain.
3 All worthy thou, who hast redeem'd
And ransom'd us to God,
From every nation, every coast,
By thy most precious blood.
4 Blessing and honour, glory, power,
By all in earth and heaven,
To him that sits upon the throne,
And to the Lamb be given.
MY God, and is thy table spread,
And does thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all thy children led,
And let them thy sweet mercies know. 2 Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes, Rich banquet of his flesh and blood: Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly food.
3 Why are its bounties all in vain
Before unwilling hearts display'd?
Was not for you the victim slain?
Are you forbid the children's bread?
4 O let thy table honour'd be,
And furnished well with joyful guests:
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its holy pledges tastes.
5 Drawn by thy quickening grace, O Lord,
In countless numbers let them come;
And gather from their Father's board,
The bread that lives beyond the tomb.
Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest,
Till through the world thy truth has run; Till with this bread all men be blest, Who see the light or feel the sun.
AND are we now brought near to God,
Who once at distance stood?
And, to effect this glorious change,
Did Jesus shed his blood?
2 O for a song of ardent praise,
To bear our souls above:
What should allay our lively hope,
Or damp our flaming love?
3 Then let us join the heavenly choirs,
To praise our heavenly King :
O may that love which spread this board,
Inspire us while we sing:
4 "Glory to God in highest strains,
And to the earth be peace;
Good-will from heaven to men is come,
And let it never cease."
HYMN 96. L. M.
NO Jesus, our exalted Lord,
That Name in heaven and earth adored,
Fain would our hearts and voices raise
A cheerful song of sacred praise.
2 But all the notes which mortals know,
Are weak, and languishing, and low;
Far, far above our humble songs,
The theme demands immortal tongues.
3 Yet whilst around his board we meet,
And worship at his sacred feet,
O let our warm affections move,
In glad returns of grateful love.
4 Yes, Lord, we love, and we adore,
But long to know and love thee more;
And whilst we taste the bread and wine
Desire to feed on joys divine.
5 Let faith our feeble senses aid,
To see thy wondrous love display'd;
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,
Thy dreadful agonizing pains.
6 Let humble, penitential woe,
With painful, pleasing anguish flow;
And thy forgiving love impart
Life, hope, and joy to every heart.
ORDINATION, OR INSTITUTION OF
MINISTERS,
HYMN 97. L. M.
St. Matt. x.
GO forth, ye heralds, in my Name,
Sweetly the Gospel trumpet sound;
The glorious jubilee proclaim,
Where'er the human race is found.
2 The joyful news to all impart,
And teach them where salvation lies;
With care bind up the broken heart,
And wipe the tears from weeping eyes.
3 Be wise as serpents, where you go,
But harmless as the peaceful dove;
And let your heaven-taught conduct show
That ye're commission'd from above.
4 Freely from me ye have received,
Freely, in love, to others give;
Thus shall your doctrines be believed,
And, by your labours, sinners live.
St. Mark xvi. 15, &c. and St. Matt. xxviii. 18, &c.
"GO preach my gospel," saith the Lord, "Bid the whole earth my grace receive: Explain to them my sacred word, Bid them believe, obey, and live.
2 "I'll make my great commission known
And ye shall prove my Gospel true,
By all the works that I have done,
And all the wonders ye shall do.
3 "Go, heal the sick, go, raise the dead;
Go cast out devils in my Name;
Nor let my prophets be afraid,
Though Greeks reproach, and Jews blaspheme. 4 "While thus ye follow my commands, I'm with you till the world shall end; All power is trusted in my hands,
I can destroy, and can defend."
5 He spake, and light shone round his head;
On a bright cloud to heaven he rode:
They to the farthest nations spread
The grace of their ascended God.
HE Saviour, when to heaven he rose,
In splendid triumph o'er his foes,
Scatter'd his gifts on men below,
And wide his royal bounties flow.
2 Hence sprang the Apostle's honour'd name,
Sacred beyond heroic fame;
Hence dictates the Prophetic sage,
And hence the Evangelic page.
3 In lower forms, to bless our eyes,
Pastors from hence and Teachers rise;
Who, though with feebler rays they shine,
Still mark a long-extended line:
4 From Christ their varied gifts derive,
And, fed by him, their graces live:
Whilst, guarded by his potent hand,
Amidst the rage of hell they stand."
5 So shall the bright Succession run,
Through all the courses of the sun;
Whilst unborn churches, by their care,
Shall rise and flourish, large and fair.
6 Jesus, our Lord, their hearts shall know, The spring whence all these blessings flow, Pastors and people shout his praise, Through the long round of endless days.
HYMN 100. L. M.
FATHER of mercies, bow thine ear,
Attentive to our earnest prayer;
We plead for those who plead for thee,
Successful pleaders may they be.
2 How great their work, how vast their charge;
Do thou their anxious souls enlarge:
Their best acquirements are our gain;
We share the blessings they obtain.
3 Clothe, then, with energy divine,
Their words, and let those words be thine;
To them thy sacred truth reveal,
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal.
4 Teach them to sow the precious seed,
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed;
Teach them immortal souls to gain,
Souls that will well reward their pain.
5 Let thronging multitudes around,
Hear from their lips the joyful sound;
In humble strains thy grace implore,
And feel thy new-creating power.
6 Let sinners break their massive chains,
Distressed souls forget their pains;
Let light through distant realms be spread,
And Sion rear her drooping head.
CONSECRATION OF A CHURCH.
HYMN 101. L. M.
AND wilt thou, O Eternal God,
On earth establish thine abode?
Then look propitious from thy throne,
And take this temple for thine own.
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