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THE EORD’S SUPPER.
5 His blood that from each opening vein
In purple torrents ran,
Hath filled this cup with generous wine,
That cheers both God and man.
6 Sure there was never love so free,
Dear Saviour, so divine;
Well thou may’st claim that heart of mine,
Which owes so much to thine.
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Divine glories and our graces.
1 T IOW are thy glories here displayed,
11 Great God, how bright they shine,
While at thy word we break the bread,
And pour the flowing wine !
2 Here thy revenging justice stands,
And pleads its dreadful cause ;
Here saving mercy spreads her hands,
Like Jesus on the cross.
3 Thy saints attend with every grace
On this great sacrifice,
And love appears with cheerful face,
And faith with fixed eyes.
•4 Our hope in waiting posture sits,
To heaven directs her sight;
Here every warmer passion meets,
And warmer powers unite.
5 Zeal and revenge perform their part,
And rising sin destroy ;
Repentance comes with aching heart,
Yet not forbids the joy.
6 Dear Saviour, change our faith to sight.
Let sin forever die;
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