: 5 Oh, the fweet wonders of that crofs, From his dear wounds and bleeding fide. HYMN XI. Common Metre. 'L ORD, how divine thy comforts are! Where Jefus fpreads the facred feaft 2 There the rich bounties of our God, 3 There Jefus fays that "I am his, Here," fays the kind redeeming Lord, "See here the fpring of all your joys, 4 [He fmiles and cheers my mournful heart, "All this," he fays, "I bore for thee," 5 What shall we pay our Heav'nly King He brings our pardon to our eyes, 6 [Let fuch amazing loves as thefe Such favours are beyond degrees, 7 [To Him who wash'd us in his blood HYMN XII. Long Metre. HT The fruits of life o'erfpread the board, The cup o'erflows with heav'nly love. 2 Thine ancient family, the Jews, Were firft invited to the feaft: We humbly take what they refuse, And Gentiles thy falvation taste. 3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame; And help was far, and death was nigh! But, at the gofpel call we came, And ev'ry want receiv'd fupply. 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 prefence here.] 5 What fhall 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 coft him death to fave our lives; To buy our fouls it coft his own; And all the unknown joys he gives, Were bought with agonies unknown. 7 Our everlasting love is due To Him who ranfom'd finners loft; HYMN XIII, Common Metre. Divine love making a feaft, and calling in the guest Luke xiv. 17, 22, 23. HOW OW fweet and awful is the place, While everlafting love displays The choiceft of her ftores! 2 Here ev'ry bowel of our God Here peace and pardon bought with blood, 3 While all our hearts, and all our fongs, 4 5 Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, "Why was I made to hear thy voice, "And enter while there's room, "When thousands make a wretched choice, "And rather ftarve than come ?” 'Twas the fame love that spread the feast, Elfe we had ftill refus'd to tafte, 6 [Pity the nations, O our God ; Conftrain the earth to come; Send thy victorious word abroad, And bring the ftrangers home. 7 We long to fee thy churches full, May with one voice, and heart, and foul, HYMN XIV. Long Metre. The Song of Simeon; Luke ii. 28; or, a fight of Christ NOW makes death eafy. OW have our hearts embrac'd our God, And wish to die, as Simeon would, 3 4 5 "Here we have feen thy face, O Lord, HYMN XV. THE Common Metre. Our Lord Jefus at his own table. HE mem'ry of our dying Lord How rich he fpread his royal board, 2 Happy the men that eat this bread, Who gently bow'd his loving head, 3 By faith the fame delights we tafte 5 "My flesh is food and phyfic too, 6 Hofanna to his bounteous love, And yet he feeds his faints above 7 [Come, the dear day, the glorious hour, That brings our fouls to rest! I Then we shall need these types no more, HYMN XVI. Common Metre. The agonies of Chrift. OW let our pains be all forgot, Our fuff'rings are not worth a thought, 2 In lively figures here we fee The bleeding Prince of love; |