HYMN 65. L. M.
Struggling against unbelief.
ITY a helpless sinner, Lord,
Who would believe thy gracious word; Who owns his heart, with shame and grief, A sink of sin and unbelief.
2 Lord, in thy house, I read there's room,
And vent'ring hard, behold I come;
But can there, Saviour! can there be,
Among the children room for me?
3 I eat the bread, and drink the wine:
But O! my soul wants more than sign!
I faint, unless I feed on thee,
And drink thy blood as shed for me.
4 For sinners, Lord, thou cam❜st to bleed;
And I'm a sinner vile indeed!
Lord, I believe thy grace is free;
O! magnify thy grace in me.
HYMN 66. P. M.
We celebrate his dying love.
ESUS, once for sinners slain,
From the dead was rais'd again;
And in heav'n is now set down
With his Father on his throne.
2 There he reigns a King supreme:
We shall also reign with him:
Feeble souls be not dismay'd;
Trust in his almighty aid.
3 He has made an end of sin;
And his blood hath wash'd us clean;
Fear not; he is ever near;
Now, ev'n now, he's with us here.
4 Thus assembling, we by faith,
Till he come, show forth his death;
Of his body, bread's the sign:
And we view his blood in wine.
5 Saints on earth, with saints above, Celebrate his dying love;
And let ev'ry ransom❜d soul
Sound his praise from pole to pole.
HYMN 67. L. M.
The gospel feast.
OW rich are thy provisions, Lord!
H Thy table furnish'd from above;
The fruits of life o'erspread the board,
The cup o'erflows with heav'nly 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 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 his 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 pitied rebels, when he knew
The vast expense his love would cost.
8 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.
Not ashamed of Christ crucified.
T 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 died;
We hope for heav'nly crowns above,
From a Redeemer crucified.
3 Let the vain world pronounce its 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 69. C. M.
His flesh is meat indeed.
ERE at thy table, Lord, we meet,
To feed on food divine;
Thy body is the bread we eat,
Thy precious blood the wine.
2 He, that prepares this rich repast,
Himself comes down and dies;
And then invites us thus to feast
Upon the sacrifice.
3 Here peace and pardon sweetly flow;
O what delightful food!
We eat the bread, and drink the wine,
But think on nobler good.
4 The bitter torment he endur'd,
Upon th' accursed tree,
For me, each welcome guest may say,
'Twas all sustain'd for me.
5 Sure there was never love so free,
Dear Saviour, so divine:
Well may'st thou claim that heart of me,
Which owes so much to thine!
HYMN 70. P. M.
The blood of Christ.
E sin-sick souls draw near,
And banquet with your King,
His royal bounty share,
And loud hosannas sing:
Here mercy reigns, here peace abounds, Here's blood to heal your dreadful wounds. 2 He's on a throne of grace,
And waits to answer prayer:
What tho' thy sin and guilt
Like crimson doth appear;
The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all thy woes.
3 O wondrous love and grace!
Did Jesus die for me?
Were all my num'rous debts
Discharg'd on Calvary?
Yes, Jesus died-the work is done;
He did for all my sins atone.
4 On earth I'll sing his love,
In heav'n I too shall join
The ransom'd of the Lord,
In accents all divine;
And see my Saviour face to face,
And ever dwell in his embrace.
cup is the New Testament in my blood. HE promise of my Father's love Shall stand for ever good;
He said, and gave his soul to death,
And seal'd the grace with blood.
2 To this dear cov'nant of thy word,
I set my worthless name;
I seal th' engagement to my Lord,
And make my humble claim.
3 The light, and strength, and pard'ning grace, And glory, shall be mine;
My life and soul, my heart and flesh,
And all my pow'rs are thine.
4 I call that legacy my own,
Which Jesus did bequeath;
"Twas purchas'd with his dying groan, And ratified in death.
5 Sweet is the mem'ry of his name, Who bless'd us in his will;
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