There Jesus says that I am his,

And my Beloved's mine.

3 Here (says the kind redeeming Lord
And shews his wounded side)

See here the spring of all your joys,
That open'd when I dy'd!

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 heav'nly 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 who wash'd us in his blood,
Be everlasting praise;
Salvation, honour, glory, pow'r,
Eternal as his days.]

HYMN 12. L. M. Sicilian. [b*]
The Gospel Feast. Luke xiv, 16, &o.

1H Thy table, furnish'd from above!

HOW rich are thy provisions, Lord!

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 high way 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,
Who 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. o 7 Our everlasting love is due

To him who ransom'd sinners lost; e And pitied rebels, when he knew The vast expense his love would cost.

HYMN 13. C. M. Zion. Hymn 2d. [*] Divine Love making a Feast, and calling in the Guests. Lake xiv, 17, 22, 23. and awful is the place, With Christ within the doors

b 1

How sweet

-While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores!

e 2 Here ev'ry bowel of our God,
With soft compassion rolls;

Here peace and pardon, bought with blood,
Is food for dying souls.]

o 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-

When thousands make a wretched choice,
"And rather starve than come?”

o 5 'Twas the same love that spread the feast, That sweetly forc'd us in;

e Else we had still refus'd to taste, And perish'd 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. Shoel. [*]

The Song of Simeon: Luke ii, 28; or, a Sight of CHRIST, makes death easy.

1 N We would forget all earthly charms,

OW have our hearts embrac'd our God,

And wish to die, as Simeon would,
With his young Saviour in his arms.
2 Our lips would learn that joyful song,
Were but our hearts prepar'd like his:
"Our souls still waiting 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.
4 Thou hast prepar'd this dying Lamb,
Hast set his blood before our face-
To teach the terrours of thy Name,
And shew the wonders of thy grace.
o 5 He is our light-our morning Star
Shall shine on nations yet unknown;
o The glory of thine Israel here,
And joy of spirits near the throne."

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HYMN 15. C. M. [*]
Our Lord JESUS at his own Table.
HE mem'ry of our dying Lord
Awakes a thankful tongue:
How rich he spread his royal board,
And bless'd the food and sung.
2 Happy the men who eat this bread!
But doubly bless'd was he,

Who 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 more,
But dwell at th' heav'nly feast.]

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HYMN 16. C. M. Canterbury. [*b]
The Agonies of CHRIST.

NOW let our pains be all forgot,

Our hearts no more repine;
Our suff'rings are not worth a thought,
Lord, when compar'd with thine.
2 In lively figures here we see

The bleeding Prince of Love;
Each of us hopes he dy'd 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.
e 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:

o Dying, he conquer'd hell and sin! And made his triumph there.

g 6 Grace, wisdom, justice, join'd and wro't

The wonders of that day;

No mortal tongue, nor mortal thought,

Can equal thanks repay.

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

e Yet, Lord, our hearts shall all be love,

And all our lives be praise.]

HYMN 17. S. M. St. Thomas's. [*] Incomparable Food: or, the Flesh and Blood of CHRIST. sing th'amazing deeds,

1

WE

That grace Divine performs;

e Th' eternal God comes down and bleeds, To nourish dying worms.

2 This soul reviving wine,

Dear Saviour, 'tis thy blood;

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

3 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
Can never taste this food;
They feast upon their Maker's love,-
But not a Saviour's blood.]

6 On us th' almighty Lord

Bestows this matchless grace;

And meets us with some cheering word,

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With pleasure in his face.

7 [Come, all ye drooping saints,

And banquet with the King;

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

o 8 Salvation to the Name

Of our adored Christ:

• Thro' this wide earth his grace proclaim, His glory in the high'st.

HYMN 18. L. M. Shoel. [*]
The Same.

1 [ TESUS! we bow before thy feet!
Thy table is divinely stor'd;

Thy sacred flesh our souls have eat, 'Tis living bread; we thank thee, Lord! e 2 And here we drink our Saviour's blood; -We thank thee, Lord! 'tis gen'rous wine: e 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 heav'nly food; In vain we search the globe around, For bread so fine, or wine so good.