Pour'd on the Ground a Purple Flood, 'Till Sorrow broke his tender Heart.

Lord, while we thus fhew forth thy Death, O fend thy Spirit from above;

Help us to feed on Thee by Faith,

And Sigh and Sing, and Mourn and Love.

O

How good our gracious God is,
What rich Feafts does he provide?
Bread and Wine to feed our Bodies,
But much more is fignified,

All his Sheep, (amazing Wonder)
Feeds he, witų his Flesh and Blood:
Where's the Power can ever funder,
Souls united thus to God?

When we take the facred Symbols,
Of his Body, Bread and Wine!
While the Heart relents and trembles,
We rejoice, with Joy divine;
Jefus makes the weakest able,
Feeds us with his Flesh and Blood,

Needy Beggars at his Table,

Are the welcome Guefts of God.

Ceafe thy Fears, then weak Believer,
Jefus Chrift is still the fame,
Yesterday, To-day, for ever,
Saviour is his bleffed Name;
Lowlinefs of Heart, and Meekness,
To the bleeding Lamb belong,
Truft in him, and by thy Weakness,
Thou shalt prove that Chrift is ftrong.

HYMN

W

Incomparable Food.

E Sing the amazing Deeds,
That Grace divine performs.

Th'eternal God comes down, and Bleeds
To nourish dying Worms.

The Banquet that we Eat,
Is made of heav'nly things;
Earth hath no Dainties half so sweet,
As our Redeemer brings.

Th'angelick Hoft above,

Can never taste this Food;
They feast upon their Maker's Love,
But not a Saviour's Blood.

On us the Almighty Lord,

Beftows this matchless Grace,
And meets us with fome chearing Word,
With Pleasure in his Face.

Come all you drooping Saints,

And Banquet with the King,

This Wine will drown your fad Complaints, And tune your Voice to fing.

Salvation to the Name,

Of our adored Chrift,

Thro' the wide Earth his Grace proclaim,

His Glory in the high'ft.

HYMN

The Triumphal Feast. &c.

C OM E let us lift our Voices high,
High as our Joys arife,

And join the Songs above the Sky,
Where Pleasure never dies.

Jefus, the God invites us here,
To this Triumphal Feaft,

And brings Immortal Bleffings down,
For each redeemed Guest.

Victorious God, what can we pay
For Favours fo divine,

We would devote our Hearts away,
To be for ever thine.

We give Thee, Lord, our highest Praise,
The Tributes of our Tongues,
But Themes so infinite as thefe,
Exceed our nobleft Songs..

HYM N XVI.

BLeffed Jefus, fpotless Lamb,

We are met in thy great Name,

Gladly thy Command obey,
In thine own appointed way.

Let thy Prefence now be near,
In the midst of us appear;
Send thy Holy Spirit down,
Make thy great Salvation known..

Stamp

Stamp thine Image on each Heart,
Thy dear Love to us impart,
Feed us with thy Flefh and Blood,
And unite our Hearts to God,

Let thy Glory, Lord, come down,
Seal us ever, for thine own
Keep us near thy bleeding Side,
That we never may backflide.

Now unveil thy glorious Face,
And discover thy rich Grace,
Speak unto each drooping Heart,
Bid our Sins and Fears depart.

AMB of God, whofe bleeding Love,
We thus recall to Mind,

Send the Anfwer from above,

And let us Mercy find:

Think on us, who think on thee,

And every ftrugling Soul release,
O remember Calvary,

And bid us go in Peace.

By thine agonizing Pain,
And bloody Sweat we pray!
By thy dying Love to Man,.
Take all our Sins away!
Burft our bonds, and fet us free,
From all Iniquity release,
O remember Calvary,
And bid us go in Peace.

HYMN

And they Crucify'd him.

LOVE divine, what haft thou done? Th' immortal God hath Dy'd for me, The Father's co-eternal Son,

Bore all my Sins upon the Tree: Th' immortal God for me hath Dy'd, My Lord, my Love is Crucify'd.

Behold him, all ye that pafs bv,

The bleeding Prince of Life and Peace,
Come fee, ye Worms, your Maker Dies,
And say, was ever Grief like his !
Pardon flows from his bleeding Side,
My Lord, my Love is Crucify'd.

Then let us fit beneath his Crofs,

And gladly catch the healing ftream,.
All things for him account but Lofs,
And give up all our Hearts to him;
Of nothing think or speak, befide
My Lord, my Love is Crucify'd..

HYMN
M N XIX.

On the Crucifixion.

BEHOLD, the Saviour of Mankind,

Nail'd to the fhameful Tree,

How vaft the Love, that him inclin'd

To bleed and die for thee.

Hark, how he groans, while Nature shakes, And Earth's ftrong Pillars bend,

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