Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire!
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
Come, and thy sacred unction bring,
To sanctify us while we sing.

3 Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy sev❜nfold energy;
Give us thyself, that we may see
The Father and the Son by thee;
Make us eternal truths receive,
And practise all that we believe.

4 Immortal honour, endless fame,
Attend th' Almighty Father's name:
Let God the Son be glorified,

Who for lost man's redemption died;
And equal adoration be,

Eternal Spirit, paid to thee.

114.

HYMN XXI.

L. M.

Trinity Sunday.

FAT

ATHER of heav'n! whose love profound
A ransom for our souls hath found;
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy pard'ning love extend.

2 Almighty Son! Incarnate Word!
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy saving grace extend.

3 Eternal Spirit! by whose breath
The soul is rais'd from sin and death;
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy quick'ning power extend.
4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son!
Mysterious Godhead! three in one!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
Grace, pardon, life to us extend.

115.

HYMN XXII.

Sacramental.

L. M.

1

LORD, and is thy table spread? And doth thy cup with love o'erflow? Be all thy children hither led,

And let them all thy goodness 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 heav'nly food.

3 0 let thy table honour'd be,

And furnish'd well with joyful guests; May every soul salvation see,

Who here its sacred pledges tastes.

4 Let crowds approach with hearts sincere,
And round thy lowly altar bend:
And having felt thy presence here,
Let not the joy or profit end.

5 Revive thy dying churches, Lord, Bid all our drooping graces live; More of that energy afford,

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A Saviour's blood alone can give.

116.

TH

HIS is the feast of heav'nly wine,
And God invites to sup;

The juices of the living vine
Were press'd to fill the cup.
2 O bless the Saviour, ye that eat,
With royal dainties fed:

Not heav'n affords a costlier treat,
For Jesus is the bread.

3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them,
Ye trembling souls appear!
The righteous in their own esteem
Have no acceptance here.

4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse
The banquet spread for you;
Dear Saviour, this is welcome news,
Then I may venture too.

5 If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place,

Surely the Lord will welcome me,
And I shall see his face.

117.

1

FOR

NORTH from the dark and stormy sky, Lord! to thine altar's shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Saviour! we seek thy shelter here: Weary and weak, thy grace we pray : Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away. 2 Long have we roam'd in want and pain, Long have we sought thy rest in vain; Wilder'd in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost: Low at thy feet our sins we lay; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.

118.

HYMN XXV.

Sacramental.

L. M.

1HE rock is cleft! with faith draw near;

TH

The rock is cleft! ye sinners hear;
A fountain issues from the wound,
And mercy's streams are gushing round.
2 Draw near with faith, why linger thus?
The table's spread, and spread for us:
For sinners spread, with guilt oppress'd;
For sinners spread, who seek for rest.
3 For pilgrims in a thirsty land,

The waters flow at Christ's command.
Who hungers for the bread from heav'n?
To you the sacred banquet's given.

4 Are any poor? the price is paid Are any weak? oh! why afraid? Unworthy any? e'en for you

There's hope, and love, and pardon too. 5 All things are ready; Lord, we come, And round thy table seek our home: Thy word our hope, thy grace our food, Our life and seal, thy living blood.

119.

ΤΙ

HYMN XXVI.

Rev. J. Punnett.

For a due Improvement of the Sabbath.

L. M.

1HIS is the day the Lord hath bless'd, The day to us in mercy given:

The holy sabbath of his rest,

The pledge and type of rest in heaven.
2 This day within thy courts, O Lord,
Thy saints delight to seek thy face,
To sing thy praises, hear thy word,
Unfold their wants, implore thy grace.

3 May we the blest assembly join;
To God devote the sacred day;
Our earthly cares and thoughts resign,
Look up to heav'n, and learn the way.

4 May we by ev'ry sabbath grow
In grace, humility, and love:
Thus, by thy holy rest below,
Made fitter for thy rest above.

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