HEAD and Ruler of thy congregation,

Which thou lov'st unspeakably, And to whom thou oft a deep sensation

Giv'st of thy complacency; O regard our hearts within us glowing, [o'erflowing,

And the contrite tears our eyes While we blush with humble shame,

And adore thy holy name.

2 Jesus, great High-priest of our profession,

We in confidence draw near; Condescend in mercy the confession

Of our grateful hearts to hear: Thee we gladly own in every nation Head and Master of thy congregation,

Conscious that in every place
Thou dispensest life and grace.

3 Thy blest people, trusting in thy merit,

On the earth's extended face, From each other far, but one in spirit,

Sound with one accord thy praise: May we never cease to make con[salvation;

fession,

That thy death's the cause of our We to thee, our Head and King, Joyful Hallelujahs sing.

O THOU God of our salvation, Behold thy blood-bought congregation,

Assembled here before thy face; Pondering on thy gracious dealing, We would express our grateful feeling,

And joyful Hallelujahs raise:
But when we in thy light
Discern, how we requite
Thee, O Jesus,

We blush for shame,
Ours is the blame,

But praise is due unto thy name. 2 Deeply conscious of transgression, [fession, To thee we turn, hear our conAssure us of thy pardoning love: O root out whate'er impedeth Thy Spirit's work or discord breedeth, [move: Each stumbling-block from us reThose who have gone astray Cause to return, we pray,

Faithful Shepherd:
With thee our Guide,
May we abide:

Preserve us, lest we turn aside.

2 Feeling before hand all the weight Of those dire scenes of pain and woe, Which he well knew did him await, His love towards his own to show, He water in a bason pour'd,

And wash'd his dear disciples' feet; Their souls already by his word, Save one, were cleansed every whit. 3 Lord Jesus Christ, we pray be near, Forgive us all our trespasses; With joy divine our spirits cheer, Impart to us thy pardoning grace: As our High-priest lift up thy hand, That hand which once the nail pierc'd thro';

Thy mercy unto us extend,

Rich blessings upon all bestow.
4 Inspire our hearts with mutual
O may we truly humble be, [love,
Thy faithful servants ever prove,
Who yield in all things joy to thee,
And in obedience to thy word
Would gladly wash each others'
feet,

Thy blest example, gracious Lord,
To follow, finding always meet.
5 Sure as thou art the church's Head,
Sure as we dust and ashes are,
We are from condemnation freed

By faith in thee our Passover: And while thy church on earth re

mains

To the blind world a spectacle, Thy Holy Spirit in her reigns, And thou dost in thy temple dwell. 865. T. 22.

THE peace of God, surpassing thought, [down; From heaven into our hearts come That peace on earth which Jesus brought, [crown:When, for the cross, he left his

2 That peace with God, which Jesus made,

Our Daysman and our Surety he, Whose outstretch'd hands on both were laid,

The sinner and the Deity:

3 That peace be ours; so shall we prove, [crease, As faith, and hope, and love inThat Christ's disciples live and move In the pure element of peace. 4 Assembling here, an humble band, We pass the cup from hand to hand, Our covenantal pledge to take, From heart to heart, for his dear sake.

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T. 22. (RECEPTION LITURGY. A.) Choir. IN the name of Jesus Christ our Lord,

The church's Head, by us ador'd,
The Brethren's congregation now
Into her fold receiveth you;-

2 With us in Jesus to be one,
To follow him, and him alone,
To enjoy his faithful shepherd-care,
And his reproach and joy to share.
3 O may our Lord, the God of grace,
Who gives you in his fold a place,
Own you his blood-bought property,
And lead and bless you constant
4 Cong. With heart and hand you
now we own;
The Lord, to whom your heart is
[known,
Cause your whole walk 'mongst us
to be

His joy and your felicity.

5 The God of peace you sanctify,
With us to yield him praise and joy;
That spirit, soul, and body may
Be blameless till his perfect day.

church, Christ's spouse, The privileges of his house; And in our joy, and grief, and care, With us take thy allotted share. 5 As his redeem'd from this world's thrall,

Let us make sure our blessed call; That, when the Bridegroom comes, we may

Be found wise virgins in that day.

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T. 166.

HIGH on his everlasting throne, The King of saints his work surveys,

Marks the dear souls he calls his own, And smiles on his peculiar race: He rests well pleas'd their toil to

see:

Beneath his easy yoke they move, With all their heart and strength agree

In the sweet labour of his love.

2 His eye the world at once looks A vast uncultivated field; [thro', Mountains and vales in ghastly show A barren, uncouth prospect yield: Clear'd of the thorns by civil care,

A few less hideous wastes are seen; Yet still they all continue bare,

And not one spot of earth is green. 3 See, where the servants of their A busy multitude, appear; [God, For Jesus day and night employ'd, His husbandry they toil to clear: The love of Christ their hearts constrains, [hands; And strengthens their unwearied They spend their blood, and sweat, and pains,

To cultivate Immanuel's lands. 4 Alarm'd at their successful toil, Satan and his wild spirits rage; They labour to tear up, and spoil,

And blast the rising heritage: In every wilderness they sow [mind; The seed of death,-the carnal They would not let one virtue grow,

Nor leave one seed of good behind.

9 Here many faithful souls are found With power of heavenly love endow'd,

Full of the light of life, and crown'd As kings and priests, to serve their God: [shine, With burning zeal for Christ they Their body, soul, and spirit give, Their wealth and life for Christ resign,

For Christ they gladly die or live. 10 What can we offer thee, O Lord, For all the wonders of thy grace; Fain would we thy great name record,

And worthily set forth thy praise: Dear object of our faith and love, To whom our more than all we

owe,

Open the fountain from above,

And let it on our spirits flow. 11 So shall our lives thy power proclaim,

Thy grace for every sinner free, Till all mankind shall know thy name, Shall all stretch out their hands to thee:

Open a door, which earth and hell May strive to shut, but strive in vain;

Grant that thyword may richly dwell Among us, and our fruit remain. 12 O multiply thy sowers' seed, And fruit we every hour shall bear; [spread, Throughout the world thy Gospel Thy everlasting grace declare: We all, in perfect love renew'd,

Shall know the greatness of thy
power,

Stand in the temple of our God
As pillars, and go out no more.

3 He who was scorn'd upon the tree,

He whom his nation still disown, Who marks with glorious infamy All who are as his followers known; He is the church's Lord and Head, By whom we graciously are led. 4 We stand unto this very hour

In one firm bond of peace & love We are at enmity no more,

But reconcil'd to God above; As children we by him are own'd, Since Christ for all our sins aton'd. 5 All ye who gospel-preachers are,

Adhere to Jesus crucified, And watch with unremitting care,

That you in your first love abide Whoe'er forsakes it can't but feel A want of apostolic zeal.

6 Heralds of grace would ye commence,

Of grace first self-experienc'd be; And by the gospel you dispense,

When pardon, peace, & life you find, Yourselves be reconcil'd and free; Then publish it to all mankind.

7 We join the ransom'd church of God, [kled train,

His blood-bought, blood-besprinTo publish the good news abroad, That only thro' the Lamb once