3 Almighty Spirit! by whose breath The soul is rais'd from sin and death, To Thee, great God! the song we raise; Thee, for thy quick'ning power, we praise. 4 Jehovah Father, Spirit, Son!

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Mysterious Godhead! Three in One!
To Thee our hearts, our songs, we raise ;
Thee only we adore and praise.

HYMN XXXVII. P. M.
God the Father yield
Immortal praise and love,

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For all our comforts here,
And all our hopes above:

He sent His own Eternal Son

To die for sins which man had done.

To God th' Eternal Son

Let praise immortal flow,

Who bought us with His blood,
Who saves from endless woe:
And now He reigns above the skies,
Triumphant o'er his enemies

To God the Holy Ghost
Immortal honours give,

Whose renovating power

Can make the dead to live :

His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with peace divine.

Immortal praise to Thee,

O Father, Spirit, Son!

The undivided Three!

The great mysterious One!

When reason fails, with all her powers,
Then faith prevails, and love adores.

THOU, whom neither time nor space
Can circle in, unseen, unknown,

Nor faith in boldest flight can trace,
Save through Thy Spirit, and Thy Son!
2 And Thou, that, from thy bright abode
To us in mortal weakness shewn,

Didst graft the manhood into God,
Eternal, co-eternal Son!

3 And Thou, whose Unction from on high, By comfort, light, and love is known! Who, in th' Eternal Trinity,

Dread Spirit! art for ever One!

4 Great God Triune! Thy blessing give!
And grant us faith, Thy gift alone,
To love and praise Thee while we live,
And do whate'er Thou wouldst have done!

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READ of the soul, in mercy broken, Wine of the soul, in mercy shed! By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whose death our sins are dead, 2 Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed; And be Thy feast to us the token,

That by Thy grace our souls are fed!

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(72) ) [LORD'S SUPPER,

HYMN XL. C. M., D.

(From "The Spirit of the Psalms.")

PRAISE our great and gracious Lord,
And call upon his Name;

To strains of joy tune ev'ry chord,
His mighty acts proclaim:
Tell how He led his chosen race
To Canaan's promis'd land;
Tell how the covenant of grace
Unchang'd shall ever stand.

2 He gave the shadowy cloud by day,
The moving fire by night,
To guide his Israel on their way;
He made their darkness light:
And have not we a sure retreat,
A Saviour ever nigh?

The same clear Light to guide our feet,
The Day-spring from on high?

3 We, too, have manna from above,

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"The Bread that came from heav'n ;" To us the same kind hand of love The cup of life hath giv'n.

A Rock we have, from whence the spring In rich abundance flows;

"That rock is Christ," our Priest, our King, Who life and health bestows.

HYMN XLI. C. M.

THOU Lamb of God! whose tender love
We thus recall to mind,

Answer thy servants from above,
And let us mercy find!

2 By all thine agonizing pain
And bloody sweat we pray,
And by Thy dying love to man,
O wash our sins away!

3 0 let Thy blood, by faith applied,
Our purchas'd pardon seal!
Pronounce us freely justified,

And all our sickness heal !

4 Thou Lamb of God! we trust in Thee,
Our wearied souls release:
Burst every bond, and set us free,
And bid us go in peace!

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HOU Lamb of God! for sinners slain,
Who died to take our guilt away,
To Thee we raise the grateful strain,
To Thee our humblest homage pay.
2 O let us, kneeling at thy Cross,

Wash in Thy blood each guilty stain,
And count all earthly things but loss,
So we may Thee, our Saviour, gain!
3 Lord, grant that we may daily die
To sin, and own its power no more!
Grant us to live with 'Thee on high,
And still thy wondrous love adore!

HYMN XLIII. SEVENS.

1 BREAD of Heav'n! on Thee we feed, For thy flesh is meat indeed;

Ever let our souls be fed

With this true and living bread !

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2 Vine of Heav'n! Thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice;

Lord! Thy wounds our healing give; To Thy cross we look and live. 3 Day by day with strength supplied, Through the life of Him who died; Lord of Life! O let us be Rooted, grafted, built on Thee!

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BEDIENT to Thy gracious word,
In meek humility,

This will I do, my Saviour Lord!—
I will remember Thee!

2 Thy body, broken for my sake,

My "Bread from heav'n " shall be: Thy sacramental cup I take,

And thus remember Thee.

3 When to the Cross I turn mine
And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!
I must remember Thee.

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4 Remember Thee, and all Thy pains, And all Thy love to me

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Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember Thee!

For the Propagation of the Gospel.

HYMN XLV. P. M.

FROM Greenland's icy mountains

From India's coral strand,

Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand,