HYMN 1. L. M.

The Lord's Supper instituted, 1 Cor. xi.

23, &c.

TWAS on that dark, that doleful night,

When powers of earth and hell arose Against the Son of God's delight, And friends betrayed him to his foes: 2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and blessed, and brake: What love through all his actions ran! What wondrous words of grace he spake ! 3 This is my body broke for sin,

Receive and eat the living food :' Then took the cup, and blessed the wine; 'Tis the new covenant in my blood.' 4 [For us his flesh with nails was torn, He bore the scourge, he felt the thorn; And justice poured upon his head Its heavy vengeance in our stead. 5 For us his vital blood was spilt, To buy the pardon of our guilt, When for black crimes of biggest size He gave his soul a sacrifice.]

6 Do this (he cried) till time shall end,
In memory of your dying Friend;
Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed Lord.'

7 [Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,
We show thy death, we sing thy name,
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.]

13 Thy light, and strength, and pardoning grace, And glory shall be mine;

My life and soul, my heart and flesh,
And all my powers are thine.
4 I call that legacy my own
Which Jesus did bequeath;
'Twas purchased with a dying groan,
And ratified in death.

5 Sweet is the memory of his name,
Who blessed us in his will,
And to his testament of love
Made his own life the seal,

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HYMN 4. C. M.

Christ's dying love; or, Our pardon bought at a dear price.

HOW condescending and how kind

Was God's eternal Son!

Our misery reached his heavenly mind,
And pity brought him down.

2 [When Justice, by our sins provoked,
Drew forth its dreadful sword,
He gave his soul up to the stroke,
Without a murmuring word.]

3 [He sunk beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to his throne;
There 's ne'er a gift his hand bestows
But cost his heart a groan.]

4 This was compassion like a God,
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

5 Now though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great:
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor lets his saints forget.

6 [Here we behold his bowels roll,
As kind as when he died;
And see the sorrows of his soul
Bleed through his wounded side.]
7 [Here we receive repeated seals
Of Jesus' dying love;

Hard is the wretch that never feels
One soft affection move.]

8 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record,
And with our joy for pardoned guilt
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

HYMN 5. C. M.

Christ the bread of life, John vi. 31, 35, 39.

LET us adore the eternal Word,

'Tis he our souls hath fed; Thou art our living stream, O Lord, And thou the immortal bread.

2 [The manna came from lower skies,
But Jesus from above,

Where the fresh springs of pleasure rise,
And rivers flow with love.

3 The Jews, the fathers, died at last,
Who eat that heavenly bread;
But these provisions which we taste
Can raise us from the dead.].

4 Blessed be the Lord that gives his flesh
To nourish dying men;

And often spreads his table fresh

Lest we should faint again.

5 Our souls shall draw their heavenly breath While Jesus finds supplies;

Nor shall our graces sink to death,
For Jesus never dies.

6 [Daily our mortal flesh decays,

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But Christ our life shall come; His unresisted power shall raise Our bodies from the tomb.]

HYMN 6. L. M.

The memorial of our absent Lord, John xvi. 16. Luke xxii. 19. John xiv. 3.

JESUS is gone above the skies,

Where our weak senses reach him not;
And carnal objects court our eyes
To thrust our Saviour from our thought.
2 He knows what wandering hearts we have,
Apt to forget his lovely face;

And to refresh our minds he gave
These kind memorials of his grace.
3 The Lord of life this table spread
With his own flesh and dying blood;
We on the rich provision feed,

And taste the wine, and bless the God. 4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem; Christ and his love fill every thought, And faith and hope be fixed on himn. 5 While he is absent from our sight, 'Tis to prepare our souls a place, That we may dwell in heavenly light, And live for ever near his face.

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6 [Our eyes look upwards to the hills
Whence our returning Lord shall come;
We wait thy chariot's awful wheels
To fetch our longing spirits home.]

HYMN 7. L. M.

Crucifixion to the world by the cross of
Christ, Gal. vi. 14.

Won which the Prince of glory died,

HEN I survey the wondrous cross

My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charm me most
I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 [His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree:
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.]

5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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HYMN 8. C. M.

The tree of life.
COME, let us join a joyful tune

To our exalted Lord,

Ye saints on high around his throne,
And we around his board.

2 While once upon this lower ground
Weary and faint ye stood,

What dear refreshments here ye found
From this immortal food!

3 The tree of life that near the throne
In heaven's high garden grows,
Laden with grace, bends gently down
Its ever-smiling boughs.

4 [Hovering amongst the leaves there stands The sweet celestial Dove,

And Jesus on the branches hangs
The banner of his love.]

4 Here I behold his inmost heart,
Where grace and vengeance strangely join,
Piercing his Son with sharpest smart,
To make the purchased pleasures mine.
50 the sweet wonders of that cross
Where God the Saviour loved and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From his dear wounds and bleeding side.

6 I would for ever speak his name
In sounds to mortal ears unknown,
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at his Father's throne.

HYMN 11. C. M.

Pardon brought to our senses.

ORD, how divine thy comforts are!
How heavenly is the place

Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast
Of his redeeming grace!

2 There the rich bounties of our God,
And sweetest glories shine;

There Jesus says, that I am his,
And my Beloved's mine.

3 Here,') says the kind redeeming Lord,
And shows his wounded side,)

'See here the spring of all your joys, • That opened when I died.'

4 [He smiles, and cheers my mournful heart, And tells of all his pain,

'All this,' says he, I bore for thee;" And then he smiles again.]

5 What shall we pay our heavenly King
For grace so vast as this?

He brings our pardon to our eyes,
And seals it with a kiss.

6 [Let such amazing loves as these
Be sounded all abroad,

Such favours are beyond degrees,
And worthy of a God.]

7 [To him that washed us in his blood
Be everlasting praise,

Salvation, honour, glory, power,
Eternal as his days.]

HYMN 12. L. M.

The gospel feast, Luke xiv. 16, &c.

[HOW rich are thy provisions, Lord!

Thy table furnished from above,
The fruits of life o'erspread the board,
The cup o'erflows with heavenly love.
2 Thine ancient family, the Jews,
Were first invited to the feast;
We humbly take what they refuse,
And Gentiles thy salvation taste.

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 every want received 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 the eternal Son
That left the heaven of his abode,
And to this wretched earth came down
To bring us wanderers 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 ransomed sinners lost,
And pitied rebels, when he knew
The vast expense his love would cost.]

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HYMN 13. C. M.

Divine love making a feast, and calling in the guests, Luke xiv. 17, 22, 23.

WOW sweet and awful is the place

H With Christ within the doors,

While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores!

2 Here every 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,

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

4 Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there 's room?

'While thousands make a wretched choice, And rather starve than come."]

5 'Twas the same love that spread the feast That sweetly forced us in,

Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.

6 [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

May with one voice, and heart, and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.]

HYMN 14. L. M.

The song of Simeon, Luke ii. 28; or, A sight of Christ makes death easy.

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NOW

OW have our hearts embraced 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 prepared 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 viewed salvation with our eyes,
Tasted and felt the living word,
The bread descending from the skies.
4 Thou hast prepared this dying Lamb,
Hast set his blood before our face,
To teach the terrors of thy name,
And show 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.

HYMN 15. C. M.

Our Lord Jesus at his own table.

HE memory of our dying Lord [T Awakes a thankful tongue :

How rich he spread his royal board,
And blessed the food, and sung!

2 Happy the men that eat this bread,
But doubly blessed was he
That gently bowed his loving head,
And leaned it, Lord, on thee.

3 By faith the same delights we taste
As that great favourite did,
And sit and lean on Jesus' breast,
And take the heavenly 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 taste 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 more,
But dwell at the heavenly feast.]

HYMN 16. C. M.
The agonies of Christ.

OW let our pains be all forgot,
Our hearts no more repine,

Our sufferings are not worth a thought,
When, Lord, compared with thine.

2 In lively figures here we see

The bleeding Prince of love;
Each of us hope, he died for me,
And then our griefs remove.

3 [Our humble faith here takes her rise,
While sitting round his board;
And back to Calvary she flies,
To view her groaning Lord.

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 conquered hell and sin,
And made his triumph there.]

6 Grace, wisdom, justice joined and wrought The wonders of that day:

No mortal tongue, nor mortal thought
Can equal thanks repay.

7 Our hymns should sound like those above, Could we our voices raise;

Yet, Lord, our hearts shall all be love, And all our lives be praise.

HYMN 17. S. M.

HYMN 18. L. M. The same.

JESUS, we bow before thy feet,

Thy table is divinely stored; Thy sacred flesh our souls have eat, 'Tis living bread; we thank thee, Lord! 2 And here we drink our Saviour's blood, We thank thee, Lord, 'tis generous wine; Mingled with love the fountain flowed From that dear bleeding heart of thine. 3 On earth is no such sweetness found, For the Lamb's flesh is heavenly 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 19. L. M.

Glory in the cross; or, Not ashamed of Christ crucified.

Athy command, our dearest Lord,
Here we attend thy dying feast;
Thy blood like wine adorns thy board,
Aud thine own flesh feeds every guest.
2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in one that died;
We hope for heavenly crowns above
From a Redeemer crucified.

3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,
And fling their scandals on thy 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 20. C. M.

of Christ.

[WE sing the amazing deeds

That grace divine performs;

The eternal God comes down and bleeds,

To nourish dying worms.

The tree of life, and river of love.
ORD, we adore thy bounteous hand,
And sing the solemn feast,

Where sweet celestial dainties stand
For every 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 crowned with living juice; The fountain flows above,

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

4 The food 's prepared by heavenly art,
The pleasure 's well refined;

They spread new life through every 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.

6 A thousand glories to the God
That gives such joy as this;
Hosanna! let it sound abroad,
And reach where Jesus is.

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And banquet with the King;

This wine will drown your sad complaints, And tune your voice to sing.

HYMN 21. C. M.

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

NOME, let us lift our voices high,

[C 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 conquered when he fell;
That rose, and at his chariot-wheels
Dragged all the powers 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 every humble ear!

5 For you, the children of my love,
It was for you I died;

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 unsheathed its fiery sword,
And plunged it in my heart;
Infinite pangs for you I bore,
And most tormenting smart.

8. When hell and all its spiteful powers
'Stood dreadful in my way,

To rescue those dear lives of yours
I gave my own away.

9 But while I bled, and groaned, and died, 'I ruined Satan's throne;

High on my cross I hung, and spied
The monster tumbling down."

10 Now you must triumph at my feast,
And taste my flesh, my blood;
And live eternal ages blessed,
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;

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But themes so infinite as these

Exceed our noblest songs.

HYMN 22. L. M.

The compassion of a dying Christ.

OUR spirits join to adore the Lamb;

that our feeble lips could move
In strains immortal as his name,
And melting as his dying love!
2 Was ever equal pity found?

The Prince of heaven resigns his breath,
And pours his life out on the ground,
To ransom guilty worms from death.
3 [Rebels, we broke our Maker's laws;
He from the threatening set us free,
Bore the full vengeance on his cross,
And nailed the curses to the tree.]
4 [The law proclaims no terrors now,
And Sinai's thunder roars no more;
From all his wounds new blessings flow,
A sea of joy without a shore.

5 Here we have washed our deepest stains,
And healed our wounds with heavenly blood;
Blessed fountain! springing from the veins
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 23. C. M.

Grace and glory by the death of Christ.

[SITTING around our Father's board,

We raise our tuneful breath;

Our faith beholds her dying Lord,
And dooms our sins to death.]

2 We see the blood of Jesus shed,
Whence all our pardons rise:
The sinner views the atonement made,
And loves the sacrifice.

3 Thy cruel thorns, thy shameful cross
Procure us heavenly crowns;
Our highest gain springs from thy loss,
Our healing from thy wounds.

4 O, 'tis impossible that we,

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Who dwell in feeble clay,

Should equal sufferings bear for thee, Or equal thanks repay.

HYMN 24. C. M.

Pardon and strength from Christ.

ATHER, we wait to feel thy grace,
Το
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,

Dressed 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 memory of his name
More than the wine we taste.

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HYMN 25. C. M.

Divine glories and our graces.

HOW are thy glories here displayed!

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 for ever die ;

Then shall our souls be all delight,
And every tear be dry.