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will refresh you. O bleffed Jefus, I come unto thee in humility, and deeply fenfible of my great unworthinefs, O do thou bear this burden of fin for me, and refresh me with comfortable hopes of thy mercy and forgiveness, and the truth of thy Salvation.

I adore thee, my God, and make an entire refignation of myfelf, and of all that I am and have, into thy hands; defiring now, and to all eternity, to depend on thee my God, and my inheritance.

To thee I owe all the comforts of life, health, peace, and plenty I enjoy, the freedom from all thofe pains, and miferies, and evils I am fubject to, and have deserved at thy hands. I defire above all things to give most humble and hearty thanks to thee, O God the Father, for the redemption of the world by thy Son Jefus Chrift our Lord; for the means of grace, which thou haft ordained by thy word and facraments, and the hopes of glory.

I beseech thee, in and through our Lord Jefus Chrift, who was pleafed to fuffer death upon the cross for our redemption, to pardon all the fins I have at any time committed; and grant I may find the power of his death in my dying to fin, and rifing unto righteoufnefs; that being freed from fin, all things belonging to the spirit may live and grow in me, now and for evermore.

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I beseech thee, continue to my foul the grace I received in the holy facrament, that I may order all my words and actions, and my whole conversation with fuch care and prudence, as to give no offence or occafion of falling to any; but may be a good example to others, and adorn the doctrine of God our Saviour in all things.

O let thy holy Spirit always direct and rule my heart, and of thy great goodness bring me to life eternal; and give me grace to do my duty in that state of life whereunto thou haft been pleafed to call me, and make me therewith content. Continue to me, I beseech thee, the bleffings I enjoy, fupply me with those I want, and turn from me all thofe evils which I most righteously have deferved, or which either the malice of the Devil, or the wickednefs or misfortunes of the world may bring upon me.

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Let all things that befal me in this world work together for my good in the other; and grant me always thofe things, whether profperous or adverfe, that may best conduce to, and be most profperous for, my eternal falvation wherefore I refign, O Lord, and give myfelf up to thy Providence: I fubmit myfelf to all the events which it fhall please thee to bring upon me: do with me what thou feest good, and let thy holy will be done in me, and by me, for the fake of Jefus Christ our Lord, who has taught us, when we pray, to Tay, Our Father, &c.

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The Meditation for Friday Morning.

On a thankful remembrance of the death of Chrift. Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable gift. 2 Cor. iv, 1 5.

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W, my foul! to faith we must join thankful remembrance of the death of Chrift, and of thofe benefits which we receive thereby. Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and fent his Son to be the propitiation for our fins. This is a mercy far above all other mercies nay, it is this which fweetens all other mercies to us.

II. Had there been no Redemption, our creation had only made us capable of endless torments, and it had been better for us never to have been born, than to inevitable ruin; which must have been our lot and portion, had not the Son of God, by his own oblation of himself, once offered upon the crofs, made a full, perfect, and fufficient facrifice and fatisfaction to God for the fins of the whole world.

III. We must declare and publish to the world, what God hath done to fave mankind. from that mifery which they had deserved, and to restore us again to that happiness and glory, which we could never expect or hope to enjoy, had not Chrift died for us. With what joy and thankfulness then must we G

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commemorate this exceeding love of God, in the falvation of finners by Jefus Chrift!

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IV. This was the proper end and defign of the inftitution, to perpetuate this wonderful love of Chrift in laying down his life for us; which our Saviour, a little before his crucifixion, commanded, faying, do this in remembrance of me this being a folemn command of our Master and only Saviour thus dying for us, we cannot refufe obedience thereto, without being guilty of the most horrible ingratitude and contempt of his divine authority, who of his great love to us laid down his life for us men, and for our falvation.

V. How then, my foul! can they who profefs themselves chriftians, and hope for falvation by Jefus Chrift, and yet not pay obedience to this his command, clear themfelves of a downright affront to his facred majefty? may he not justly upbraid such christians, as he did once the Jews, "Why call ye me Lord, Lord, and do not the things which I fay?" Oh! how unworthy are we of that falvation which he hath wrought for us, if we deny him fo fmall a favour, fuch a reafonable requeft, as to commemorate his death and bitter paffion as often as the Church hath thought meet to celebrate it, who did humble himfelf even to the death of the cross, for us miferable finners, who lay in darkness, and in the fhadow of death,

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that he might make us the children of God, and exalt us to everlasting life!

VI. In this facrament of the Lord's fupper we have the pardon and remiffion of all our fins; the grace and affiftance of the Holy Spirit; and therefore, had we no love, no regard or reverence to the dying words of our Saviour, yet furely the confideration of our own present and future advantage, might prevail with us to be more frequent at the Lord's table than we ufually are.

A Hymn of Thansgiving on Friday Morning. In Remembrance of the Death of Chrift. TOW let my heart with godly fear, And mournful pleafures fing

The death of Chrift, our great High Priest,
Our Prophet and our King!

'Tis he, my foul! whom God decreed,
For crimes which thou hast done,
A facrifice and ransom great;

Th' Almighty's only Son.

Sing then, my foul, God's wond'rous love!
And blefs thy Saviour's name,

Whofe death hath made God's justice known;
By whom falvation came.

The pangs of our expiring Lord
Hell's dark defigns have broke,
And paid for follies not his own:
Oh! bless'd be thou, my rock!
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