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Hymns. Book 3. Prepared for the Lord's Supper. Hymn 3:1. The Lord's Supper instituted, 1 Corinthians 11:23 &c. 1 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night When powers of earth and hell arose Against the Son of God's delight, And friends betray'd him to his foes; 2 Before the mournful scene began He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake: What love thro' 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 bless'd 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 pour'd 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 cry'd) 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 shew thy death, we sing thy Name, Till thou return, and we shall eat The marriage-supper of the Lamb.] Hymn 3:2. Communion with Christ, and with saints, 1 Cor. 10. 16 17. 1 [Jesus invites his saints To meet around his board; Here pardon'd rebels sit, and hold Communion with their Lord. 2 For food he gives his flesh, He bids us drink his blood, Amazing favour! matchless grace Of our descending God!] 3 This holy bread and wine Maintains our fainting breath, By union with our living Lord, And interest in his death. 4 Our heavenly Father calls Christ and his members one; We the young children of his love, And he the first-born Son. 5 We are but several parts Of the same broken bread; One body hath its several limbs, But Jesus is the head. 6 Let all our powers be join'd His glorious Name to raise; Pleasure and love fill every mind, And every voice be praise. Hymn 3:3. The new testament in the blood of Christ; or, The new covenant sealed. 1 "The 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 covenant of thy word I set my worthless name; I seal th' engagement to my Lord, And make my humble claim. 3 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 purchas'd with a dying groan, And ratify'd in death. 5 Sweet is the memory of his Name, Who bless'd us in his will, And to his testament of love Made his own life the seal. Hymn 3:4. Christ's dying love; or, Our pardon bought at a dear price. 1 How condescending and how kind Was God's eternal Son! Our misery reach'd his heavenly mind, And pity brought him down. 2 [When Justice by our sins provok'd 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 tho' 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 dy'd; And see the sorrows of his soul Bleed thro' 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 pardon'd guilt Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord. Hymn 3:5. Christ the bread of life, John 6. 31 35 39. 1 Let us adore th' eternal Word, 'Tis he our souls hath fed; Thou art our living stream, O Lord, And thou th' 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 dy'd at last, Who ate that heavenly bread; But these provisions which we taste Can raise us from the dead.] 4 Bless'd 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, But Christ our life shall come; His unresisted power shall raise Our bodies from the tomb.] Hymn 3:6. The memorial of our absent Lord, John 16. 16. Luke 22. 19. John 14. 3. 1 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 fix'd on him. 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. 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 3:7. Crucifixion to the world by the cross of Christ, Gal. 6. 14. 1 When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory dy'd, 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. Hymn 3:8. The tree of life. 1 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.] 5 ['Tis a young heaven of strange delight While in his shade we sit; His fruit is pleasing to the sight, And to the taste as sweet. 6 New life it spreads thro' dying hearts, And cheers the drooping mind; Vigour and joy the juice imparts Without a sting behind.] 7 Now let the flaming weapon stand And guard all Eden's trees; There's ne'er a plant in all that land That bears such fruits as these. 8 Infinite grace our souls adore, Whose wondrous hand has made This living branch of sovereign power To raise and heal the dead. Hymn 3:9. The Spirit, the water, and the blood, John 5. 6. 1 [Let all our tongues be one To praise our God on high, Who from his bosom sent his Son To fetch us strangers nigh. 2 Nor let our voices cease To sing the Saviour's Name; Jesus th' ambassador of peace, How cheerfully he came! 3 It cost him cries and tears To bring us near to God; Great was our debt, and he appears To make the payment good.] 4 [My Saviour's pierced side, Pour'd out a double flood; By water we are purify'd And pardon'd by the blood. 5 Infinite was our guilt, But he our Priest atones; On the cold ground his life was spilt, And offer'd with his groans.] 6 Look up, my soul, to him Whose death was thy desert, And humbly view the living stream Flow from his breaking heart. 7 There on the cursed tree In dying pangs he lies, Fulfils his Father's great decree, And all our wants supplies. 8 Thus the Redeemer came By water and by blood; And when the Spirit speaks the same We feel his witness good. 9 While the eternal Three Bear their record above, Here I believe he dy'd for me, And seal my Saviour's love. 10 [Lord, cleanse my soul from sin, Nor let thy grace depart; Great Comforter, abide within, And witness to my heart.] Hymn 3:10. Christ crucified; the wisdom and power of God. 1 Nature with open volume stands To spread her Maker's praise abroad; And every labour of his hands Shews something worthy of a God. 2 But in the grace that rescu'd man His brightest form of glory shines; Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn In precious blood and crimson lines. 3 [Here his whole name appears complete; Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove Which of the letters best is writ, The power, the wisdom, or the love.] 4 Here I behold his inmost heart Where grace and vengeance strangely join, Piercing his Son with sharpest smart To make the purchas'd pleasure mine. 5 O the sweet wonders of that cross Where God the Saviour lov'd and dy'd! 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.Prev Next All
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