To which he calls poor worms to go, 2 Come here, admire Chrift's love to us, 3 This blood doth life unto the dead, This drink revives the fainting foul, 5 Unto Chrift's table we will go, 6 In feeding we remember thee We call to mind thy ftripes and wounds, A manger was his bed; He's first a babe, and next a man, Then on the tree he bled. 8 Th' eternal God became our Lamb, For us to agonize; Yea in our ftead, to death he bled, To be our facrifice. HYMN V. CHRIST's Sufferings for us. 1 OUR God would fuffer in our place, For our fins to atone ; A world of guilt he underlay, The wine-prefs trode alone. 2 He would his throne and fervants leave, And honours great above; For worms a fervant he would be: 3 Yea, in the room of finful worms And And bore its curfes on the tree," When he was crucified. 4 Gethsemane will tell how much 5 I view his great foul-agony, Which caus'd his bloody fweat: 6 I hear my Jefu's melting voice 7 Of my love then do no more doubt, Behold my pierced hands and feet, 8 'Tis open: Look and fee my heart, HMYN VI. CHRIST'S Wounds and Blood. 1 CHRIST's bleeding wounds did once atone And now they plead before the throne, 2 Thy wounds ftill in our hearts remain, 3 Allow me, Lord, to pitch my tent 5 Under thy righteoufaefs me hide, In thy wounds make me dwell; So So there my foul shall reft fecure," 6 Thy wounds are guilty mens refuge, Their frefs who on them laid. 8 No condemnation reach them shall HYMN VII. The Wonders of GOD's free Love. ■ GREAT God, enthron'd above the sky, For worms like us to give thy life, 2 What love is this, that God should die Himself thould anfwer for our crime 3 The love and fuff'rings matchlefs were When he was bruised for our fins, And crush'd beneath our load. 7 4 More than his life he lov'd our race; To fnatch men from the flames of hell, 5 Thy love and grace, dear Lamb of God, I'll ever blefs that victim flain Without Jerufalem. 6 Thy free grace, Lord, moft wonderful, 7 To me it doth excel; What coft hast thou bestow'd to fave A brand pluckt out of hell! With warm affection I will blefs Whofe heart is made of tenderness, And bowels melt with love. 8 O may thy love constrain mens hearts To love and follow thee! We've heard thy love has melted rocks; Let all fuch wonders fee. HYMN VIII. CHRIST's pleading above. 1 UPON mount Zion's distant top 2 O Lamb, fee pilgrims trav'ling here, 3 By faith we have thee bleeding feen, By faith we thee now pleading hear, 4 In highest heav'ns the Lamb doth reign; Yet as our Prieft he stands, And for us pleads his ftripes and wounds, And fhews his bleeding hands. 5 As newly flain, he still presents His bleeding wounds to God, 6 In this great Advocate we trust Take courage, for we tread their path, 8 Adieu, vain world, with all thy charms; To our dear Lamb we go, Who pleads to keep's from fin and harms, From enemies below. 9 Hofanna to king David's Son, And to king David's Lord; HEAVEN begun on Earth. 1 OUR Lamb's God-man, in perfon one, This union ftrange is God's device 2 The Lamb is worthy for to reign, Let heav'n and earth, with all their hofts, 3 With thefe to praife we do prefume, Reign here, and in the world to come, 4 We praise thee, Son of God, whose pow'r We praife thee, Son of man, whose blood Hallelujah, &c. 5 Incarnate God, our Lord, our Love. We'll thee adore, though hell fhould roar, Hallelujah, &c. 6 Worthy of glory is the Lamb, 7 Be pow'r and glory ever thine, Let all the creatures thee proclaim Hallelujah, &c. 8 Let ev'ry nation, land and tongue Thy wondrous love confefs; Caufe |