2 And here we drink our Saviour's blood; |
We thank thee, Lord! 'tis generous wine;
Mingled with love, the fountain flow'd
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 forever bless!

To God the King, and God the Priest,
A loud hosanna round the place.

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HYMN 19. B. 3. L. M. X
Eaton, Portugal.

HYMN 21. B. 3. C. M.
Rochester, Bray.

The triumphal feast for Christ's victo-
ry over sin, and death, and hell.

1

Glory in the cross; or, not ashamed of COME, let us lift our voices high,

Christ crucified.

A Here we attend thy dying feast,

T thy command, our dearest Lord,

Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board,
And 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

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HYMN 20. B. 3. C. M.
Bedford, Rochester.

*

The provisions for the table of our Lord;
or, the tree of life, and river of love.
1LORD, 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 neʼer an angry flaming sword
To guard the passage to't.
3 The cup stands crown'd with living
The fountain flows above, [juice;
And runs down streaming, for our use,
In rivulets of love.]

High as our joys arise;
And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.
2 Jesus, the God, who fought and bled,
And conquer'd when he fell;
Who rose, and at his chariot wheels
Dragg'd 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 unsheath'd its fiery sword,
"And plung'd 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 groan'd, and

"I ruin'd Satan's throne; [died, "High on my cross I hung, and spy'd

The monster tumbling down.

10 "Now you must triumph at my feast, 4 O! 'tis impossible that we,

"And taste my flesh, my 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 forever thine.]

12 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise, 1 FATHER, we wait to feel thy grace,

5 Here we have wash'd our deepest stains, 1H Great God, how bright they shine

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SOLOMON'S SONG.

HYMN 66. B. 1. L. M. X
Italy, Newcourt.
Christ, the King, at his table.
ET him embrace my soul, and prove
O Mine interest in his heavenly love:
The voice that tells me, "Thou art mine,"
Exceeds the blessings of the vine.
2 On thee th' anointing Spirit came,
And spread the savour of thy name';
That oil of gladness and of grace
Draws virgin souls to meet thy face.
3 Jesus, allure me by thy charms;
My soul shall fly into thine arms;
Our wandering feet thy favours bring
To the fair chambers of the King.
4 [Wonder and pleasure tune our voice
To speak thy praises, and our joys;
Our memory keeps this love of thine
Beyond the taste of richest wine.]
5 Though in ourselves deform'd we are,
And black as Kedar's tents appear,
Yet when we put thy beauties on,
Fair as the courts of Solomon.
6 [While at his table sits the King,
He loves to see us smile and sing
Our graces are our best perfume,
And breathe like spikenard round the
room.]

As myrrh, new-bleeding from the tree,
Such is a dying Christ to me:
And while he makes my soul his guest,
My bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest.
8[No beams of cedar or of fir

Can with thy courts on earth compare ;
And here we wait until thy love
Raise us to nobler seats above.]

HYMN 67. B. 1. L. M.

535} Gloucester, Portugal.

Seeking the pastures of Christ the Shepherd.
ITOU, whom my soul admires above

All earthly joy, and earthly love,
Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know.
Where doth thy sweetest pasture grow?
2 Where is the shadow of that rock,
That from the sun defends thy flock?
Fain would. I. feed among thy sheep,
Among them rest, among them sleep.
3 Why should thy bride appear like one
That turns aside to paths unknown?
My constant feet would never rove,
Would never seek another. love..

14[The footsteps of thy flock I see;
Thy sweetest pastures here they be:
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with thy wounds and groans
and tears.

5 His dearest flesh he makes my food,
And bids me drink his richest blood:
Here to these hills my soul will come,
Till my Beloved lead me home.]

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HYMN 68. B. 1. L. M. *
Wells, Shoel.

The banquet of love.
BEHOLD the Rose of Sharon here,
The lily which the valleys bear;
Behold the tree of life, that gives
Refreshing fruit and healing leaves.
2 Among the thorns so lilies shine,
Anong wild gourds the noble vine;
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.
So in mine eyes my Saviour proves,
3 Beneath his cooling shade I sat,
To shield me from the burning heat;
Of heavenly fruit he spreads a feast,
To feed my eyes, and please my taste.
4[Kindly he brought me to the place
Where stands the banquet of his grace;
He saw me faint, and o'er my head
The banner of his love he spread..
5 With living bread and generous wine
He cheers this sinking heart of mine;
And opening his own heart to me, [be.]
He shows his thoughts, how kind they
60 never let my Lord depart;

Lie down and rest upon my heart:
I charge my sins not once to move,
Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my love..

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HYMN 69. B. 1. L.M. X Italy, Rothwell, Castle Street. Christ appearing to his church, and seeking her company..

1. THE

O'er

HE voice of my Beloved sounds Over the rocks and rising grounds; hills of guilt, and seas of grief, He leaps, he flies to my relief. 2 Now, through the veil of flesh, I see With eyes of love he looks at me; Now in the gospel's clearest glass He shows the beauties of his face. 3 Gently he draws my heart along,

Both with his beauties and his tongue; "Rise," saith my Lord, "make haste

With warm desire and restless thought, I seek him oft, but find him not. 2 Then I arise and search the street, Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet! I ask the watchmen of the night, "Where did you see my soul's delight?" 3 Sometimes I find him in my way, Directed by a heavenly ray; I leap for joy to see his face, And hold him fast in mine embrace. 4[I bring him to my mother's home; Nor does my Lord refuse to come, To Sion's sacred chambers, where My soul first drew the vital air. 5 He gives me there his bleeding heart,

Pierced for my sake with deadly smart, I give my soul to him, and there Our loves their mutual tokens share.] 61 charge you all, ye earthly toys, Approach not to disturb my joys; Nor sin, nor hell come near my heart, Nor cause my Saviour to depart.