o 4 Now the gracious Mediator, Risen to the courts of bliss, Claims for me a sinful creature, Pardon, righteousness, and peace. -5 Sure such infinite affection Lays the highest claims to mine? • All my pow'rs without exception, Should in fervent praises join. -6 Jesus, fit me for thy service, Form me for thyself alone; e I am thy most costly purchase; Take possession of thy own. LEE. HYMN 169. C. M. Canterbury. [b*] Christ's Flesh Meat indeed. 1 1 HE 53-56. SACRAMENTAL. TERE at thy table, Lord, we meet, Thy body is the bread we eat, Thy precious blood the wine. *2 He who prepares this rich repast, 3 Here peace and pardon sweetly flow? We eat the bread and drink the wine- 4 The bitter torments he endur'd, For me-each welcome guest may say, 'Twas all procur'd for me. 5 Sure there was never love so freeDear Saviour so divine! John ri, Well thou may'st claim that heart of me, Which owes so much to thine. STERNET. HYMN 170. C. M. York. Barby. [*] Welcome to the Table. SACRAMENTAL. 1 THIS is the feast of heav'nly wine, And God invites to sup; The juices of the living vine, o 2 Oh, bless the Saviour, ye who eat, -Not heav'n affords a costlier treat, e e 3 The vile, the lost-he calls to them; 4 "Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse e Dear Saviour, this is welcome news, Then I may venture too. -5 If guilt and sin afford a plea, And may obtain a place; o Surely the Lord will welcome me, And I shall see his face. Cowper. HYMN 171. L. M. Gloucester. [b*] HEN on the cross, my Lord I see, 'W to me; -Satan and sin no more can move, For I am all transform'd to love. 2 His thorns and nails pierce through my heart, In every groan I bear a part; e I view his wounds with streaming eyes, p But see, he bows his head and dies! -3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God, a Wounded, and dead, and bath'd in blood! e Behold his side, and venture near; -The well of endless life is here. 4 Here I forget my cares and pains; e 5 Oh that I thus could always feel! o 6 Thy Name dispels my guilt and fear, d And Satan trembles at the sound. NEWTON. HYMN 172. C. M. Barby. [b*] Jesus hasting to suffer. SACRAMENTAL. e 1 HE Saviour-what a noble flame Twas kindled in his breast; -When hasting to Jerusalem, He march'd before the rest! o 2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God, His ev'ry thought engross: e He longs to be baptiz'd with blood! He pants to reach the cross! e 3 With all his suff'rings full in view, And woes, to us unknown, o Forth to the task his spirit flew→→→ 'Twas love that urg'd him on. e 4 Lord, we return thee-what we can! g -5 And while thy bleeding glories here, We learn our lighter cross to bear, e 1 d COWPER. HYMN 173. 8, 7 & 4. Helmsley. [*] ARK! the voice of love and mercy, See, it rends the rocks asunder- e Hear the Saviour-dying-cry. d e Saints, the dying words record. d Finish'd all that God had promis'd; . It is finish'd! -Saints, from hence your comforts draw. o 4 Ransom❜d ones, approach the table- d -Christ has borne the heavy load. o 5 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,Join to sing the pleasing theme; • All on earth, and all in heaven, Join to praise Immanuel's name, Hallelujah! a Glory to the bleeding Lamb! BURDER'S COL. 1 e While I see him on the tree, a Weep-and bleed-and die for me! p Ah, my soul, behold the load! "Sinner, wipe thy tears away, d 5 Farewell, world, the gold is dross, From the law, and sin, and thee! e Now no more my own, but thine. 1 NEWTON. HYMN 175. H. M. Bethesda. [*] HCelestial Fountain, hail! Thy streams salvation bring, The waters never fail: Still they endure, and still they flow, Such favours to impart. His sacred blood shall make us clean 3 To that dear source of love, Lord, call the nations home; o That Jew and Greek, with rapt'rous songs, On all their tongues, thy praise may speak. 1 DODDRIDGE. HYMN 176. C. M. Christmas. [*], SIN ING, ye redeemed of the Lord, Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound, Be joyful in your King. 2 See the fair way his hand has rais'd, с How holy, and how plain! -Nor shall the simplest trav❜ler err, 3 Nor ravening lion shall destroy, o 5 These garlands of immortal joy While sorrow, sighing, and distress, g 6 March on in your Redeemer's strength; And let the prospect cheer your eye, DODDRIDGE. |