3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame,
And help was far, and death was nigh!
But at the gospel-call we came,
And ev'ry want receiv'd supply.

4 From the highway that leads to hell,
From paths of darkness and despair,
Lord, we are come with thee to dwell,
Glad to enjoy thy presence here.]
5 [What shall we pay th' eternal Son,
That left the heav'n of his abode,
And to this wretched earth came down,
To bring us wand'rers back to God!
6 It cost him death, to save our lives;
To buy our souls, it cost his own;
And all the unknown joys he gives,
Were bought with agonies unknown.
7 Our everlasting love is due

To him that ransom'd sinners lost;
And pity'd rebels, when he knew
The vast expence his love would cost.]

HYMN XIII. (C. M.)

Divine Love making a feast, and calling
in the guests, Luke xiv. 17, 22, 23.
1 HOW sweet and awful is the place,
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choichest of her stores!

Here ev'ry bowel of our God
With soft compassion rolls;
Here peace and pardon bought with
blood,

Is food for dying souls.

3 [While all our hearts and all our songs Join to admire the feast,

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Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, "Lord, why was I a guest?

Why was I made to hear thy voice, And enter while there's room; When thousands make a wretched choice,

And rather starve than come?"]

5 'Twas the same love that spread the feast,

That sweetly forc'd us in;
Else we had still refus'd to taste,
And perish'd in our sin.

[Pity the nations, O our God,

Constrain the earth to come; Send thy victorious word abroad, And bring the strangers home. 7 We long to see thy churches full, That all the chosen race, Maywith one voice, and heart, and soul, Sing thy redeeming grace.]

HYMN XIV. (L. M.).

The Song of Simeon, Luke ii. 28. Or, A sight of Christ makes death easy.

I NOW have our hearts embrac'd our

God

We would forget all earthly charms, And wish to die, as Simeon would With his young Saviour in his arms.

2 Our lips should learn that joyful song, Were but our hearts prepar'd like his; "Our souls still willing to be gone, And, at thy word, depart in peace. 3 "Here we have seen thy face, O Lord, And view'd salvation with our eyes, Tasted and felt the living word, The bread descending from the skies. "Thou hast prepar'd this dying Lamb, Hast set his blood before our face, To teach the terrors of thy name, And shew the wonders of thy grace. 5 "He is our light, our morning star Shall shine on nations yet unknown; The glory of thine Israel here, And joy of spirits near the throne."

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HYMN XV. (C. M.)

Our Lord Jesus at his own table.

[THE mem'ry of our dying Lord
Awakes a thankful tongue :
How rich he spreads his royal board,
And bless'd the food and sung:

2 Happy the men that eat this bread;
But doubly bless'd was he
That gently bow'd his loving head,
And lean'd it, Lord, on thee.

3 By faith, the same delights we taste
As that great fav'rite did,
And sit and lean on Jesus' breast,
And take the heav'nly bread.]
4 Down from the palace of the skies,
Hither the King descends;
"Come, my beloved, eat (he cries)
And drink salvation, friends.
5 ["My flesh is food and physic too,
A balm for all your pains:
And the red streams of pardon flow
From these my pierced veins."

6 Hosanna to his bounteous love
For such a feast below!

And yet he feeds his saints above
With nobler blessings too.

7 [Come, the dear day,the glorious hour,
That brings our souls to rest!
Then we shall need these types no

4 His soul what agonies it felt,

When his own God withdrew!
And the large load of all our guilt
Lay heavy on him too!
5 But the divinity within
Supported him to bear:
Dying, he conquer'd hell and sin,
And made his triumph there.]

6 Grace, wisdom, justice, join'd and
The wonders of that day: (wrought
No mortal tongue, nor mortal thought,
Can equal thanks repay.

7 Our hymns should sound like those Could we our voices raise; (above, Yet Lord, our hearts shall all be love, And all our lives be praise.

HYMN XVII. (S. M.) Incomparable food: or, the flesh and blood of Christ.

1 [WE sing th' amazing deeds
That grace divine performs;
Th'eternal God comes down and bleeds
To nourish dying worms.

2 This soul-reviving wine,

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Dear Saviour, 'tis thy blood;

We thank that sacred flesh of thine
For this immortal food.]

The banquet that we eat.

Is made of heav'nly things! Earth has no dainties half so sweet As our Redeemer brings.

4 In vain had Adam sought,

And search'd his garden round; For there was no such blessed fruit In all the happy ground.

5 Th'angelic host above

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The same.

3 On earth is no such sweetness found,
For the Lamb's flesh is heav'nly food:
In vain we search the globe around,
For bread so fine, or wine so good.
4 Carnal provisions can at best
But cheer the heart, or warm the head:
But the rich cordial that we taste
Gives life eternal to the dead.

5 Joy to the Master of the feast;
His name our souls for ever bless;
To God the King, and God the Priest,
A loud hosanna round the place.

HYMN XIX. (L. M.)

Glory in the cross: or, not ashamed of
Christ crucified.

1 AT thy command, our dearest Lord,
Here we attend thy dying feast;
Thy blood like wine adorns thy board,
And thine own flesh feeds ev'ry guest.
2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in one that dy'd;
We hope for heav'nly crowns above,
From a Redeemer crucify'd.

3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,
And fling their scandals on the cause:
We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his cross.
4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He that was dead has left his tomb,
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come.

HYMN XX. (C. M.)

The provision for the table of our Lord: or, the tree of life, and river of love.

1 LORD, we adore thy bounteous hand,
And sing the solemn feast,
Where sweet celestial dainties stand
For ev'ry willing guest.

2 [The tree of life adorns the board
With rich immortal fruit,
And ne'er an angry flaming sword
To guard the passage to't.

3 The cup stands crown'd with living juice;

The fountain flows above,

And runs down streaming for our use,
In rivulets of love.]

4 The food's prepar'd by heav'nly art,
The pleasures well refin'd;
They spread new life thro' ev'ry heart,
And cheer the drooping mind..

5 Shout and proclaim the Saviour's love,
Ye saints that taste his wine:
Join with your kindred saints above,
In loud hosannas join.

A thousand glorios to the God

That gives such joys as this;
Hosanna! let it sound abroad,
And reach where Jesus is.

HYMN XXI. (C. M.)

The triumphal feast for Christ's victory over sin, and death, and hell.

1 [COME, let us lift our voices high,
High as our joys arise,
And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.

2 Jesus, the God that fought and bled.
And conquer'd when he fell;
That rose, and at his chariot wheels
Dragg'd all the pow'rs of hell.]
3 [Jesus, the God, invites us here
To this triumphal feast,
And brings immortal blessings down
For each redeemed guest.]

4 The Lord! how glorious is his face!
How kind his smiles appear!
And O! what melting words he says
To ev'ry humble ear!

"For you, the children of my love,
It was for you I dy'd;
Behold my hands, behold my feet,
And look into my side.

6 "These are the wounds for you I bore, The tokens of my pains,

When I came down to free your souls
From misery and chains.
7["Justice unsheath'd his fi'ry sword
And plung'd it in my heart;
Infinite pangs for you I bore,

And most tormenting smart.
"When hell and all its spiteful pow'rs
Stood dreadful in my way,
To rescue those dear lives of yours,
I gave my own away.

9" But while I bled, and groan'd, and I ruin'd Satan's throne;

(dy'd, High on my cross I hung and spy'd The monster tumbling down.

10" Now you must triumph at my feast,
And taste my flesh and blood;
And live eternal ages bless'd,
For 'tis immortal food."

11 Victorious God! what can we pay
For favours so divine?

We would devote our hearts away
To be for ever thine.]

12 We give thee, Lord our highest praise,

The tribute of our tongues;
But themes so infinite as these
Exceed our noblest songs.

3 [Rebels, we broke our Maker's laws; He from the threat'nings set us free, Bore the full veng'ance on the cross, And nail'd the curses to the tree.

4 [The law proclaims no terror now,
And Sinai's thunder roars no more;
From all his wounds newblessings flow,
A sea of joy without a shore.
Here we havewash'd our deepest stains,
And heal'd our wounds with heav'nly
blood;
(veins
Bless'd fountain, springing from the
Of Jesus, our incarnate God.]

6 In vain our mortal voices strive
To speak compassion so divine;
Had we a thousand lives to give,
A thousand lives should all be thine.
HYMN XXIII. (C. M.)

Grace and glory by the death of Christ.
1 [SITTING around our Father's board,
We raise our tuneful breath;
Our faith beholds the dying Lord,
And dooms our sins to death.]

2 We see the blood of Jesus shed,
Whence all our pardons rise;

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The sinner views th' atonement made, And loves the sacrifice.

Thy cruel thorns, thy shameful cross Procure us heav'nly crowns,

Our highest gain springs from thy loss; Our healing from thy wounds.

4 O! tis impossible that we

Who dwell in feeble clay,

Should equal suff'rings bear for thee,
Or equal thanks repay.

HYMN XXIV. (C. M.)

Pardon and strength from Christ.
1 FATHER, we wait to feel thy grace;
To see thy glories shine;
The Lord will his own table bless,
And make the feast divine.

2 We touch, we taste the heavenly bread,
We drink the sacred cup;
With outward forms our sense is fed,
Our souls rejoice in hope.

3 We shall appear before the throne
Of our forgiving God,
Dress'd in the garments of his Son,
And sprinkled with his blood.

4 We shall be strong to run the race,
And climb the upper sky;
Christ will provide our souls with grace,
He bought a large supply.

5 [Let us indulge a cheerful frame,
For joy becomes a feast:
We love the mem'ry of his name
More than the wine we taste.]

HYMN XXV. (C. M.)
Divine glories and graces.

1 HOW are thy glories here display'd! Great God how bright they shine!

2 To praise the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit all divine,
The One in Three, and Three in One,
Let saints and angels join.

HYMN XXXI. (2d. S. M.)

1 LET God the Maker's name,

Have honour, love, and fear;
To God the Saviour pay the same,
And God the Comforter.

2 Father of lights above,

Thy mercy we adore,
The Son of thy eternal love,
And Spirit of thy pow'r.

HYMN XXXII. (3d. L. M.)
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory giv'n
By all on earth, and all in heav'n.

HYMN XXXIII. Or thus:
ALL glory to thy wondrous name,
Father of mercy, God of love;
Thus we exalt the Lord the Lamb,
And thus we praise the heav'nly
Dove.

2 To God the Son belongs Immortal glory too,

Who bought us with his blood
From everlasting woe;

And now he lives,.
And now he reigns,
And sees the fruit
Of all his pains.

3 To God the Spirit's name
Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating pow'r
Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes
The great design,
And fills the soul
With joy divine.

4 Almighty God! to thee
Be endless honours done,
The undivided Three,
And the mysterious One:
Where reason fails
With all her pow'rs,
There faith prevails,
And love adores.

HYMN XXXIX.

The 2d as the cxlviiith Psalm.

ITO him that chose us first,
Before the world began ;
To him that bore the curse
To save rebellious man;

To him that form'd
Our hearts anew,
Is endless praise
And glory due.

2 The Father's love shall run
Thro' our immortal songs;
We bring to God the Son
Hosannas on our tongues :
Our lips address
The Spirit's name
With equal praise,
And zeal the same.

3 Let ev'ry saint above,
And angels round the throne,
For ever bless and love
The sacred Three in one:
Thus heav'n shall raise
His honours high,
With earth and time
Grow old and die.

HYMN XL.

The 3d as the cxlviiith Psalm.

TO God the Father's throne
Perpetual honours raise :
Glory to God the Son,
To God the Spirit praise:
And while our lips
Their tributes bring,
Our faith adores
The name we sing.