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The Triumphal Feast. &c.
pOME let us lift our Voices high,
Jesus, the God invites us here,
To this Triumphal Feast,
For each redeemed Guest.
Victorious God, what can we pay
For Favours so divine,.
To be for ever thine.
We give Thee, Lord, our highest Praise,.
But Themes so insinite as these,
TVLessed Jesus, spotless Lamb,
Let thy Presence now be near,
Stamp thine Image oneach Heart,
Let thy Glory, Lord, come down,
Now unveil thy glorious Face,
T A MB of God, whose bleeding Love,
.*-* We thus recall to Mind,
Send the Answer from above,
And let us Mercy sind:
Think on us, who think on thee,
And every strugling Soul release,.
O remember Calvary,
And bid us go in Peace.
By thine agonizing Pain,
HYM: N. HYMN XVIII.
And they Crucify'd him.
OL O V E divine, what hast 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 pass bv,
The bleeding Prince of Life and Peace,
Come fee, ye Worms, your Maker Dies,,
Pardon flows from his bleeding Side,
My Lord, my Love is Crucify'd..
Then let us sit beneath his Cross,
All things for him account but Loss,
Of nothing think or speak, beside
My Lord, my Love is Crucify'd,
DEHOLD, the Saviour of Mankind,
Hark, how he groans, while Nature shakes,
The Temple's Veil in sunder breaks,
'Tis done! the precious Ransom's paid,
Receive my Soul he cries;
He bows his Head and Dies.
But soon he'll break Death's envious Chain,
And in full Glory shine:
Was ever Love, like thine.
QGOD of all Grace, ^ Thy Goodness we praise, Thy Son thou hast given to Die in our Place.
With Joy we approve, The design of thy Love, 'Tis a wonder on Earth, and a wonder above.
Tongue cannot explain That Love of God Man, Which the Angels desire to look to in vain.
It dazzles our Eyes, Thoughts cannot arise, To sind out a Cause, why the Insinite Dies.
Love mov'd him to Die, And on this we rely, He hath lov'd, he hath lov'd us, we cannot
[ tell why.
But this we can tel?,
We all should commend
When Time is no more,
HERE, Lord, may we admire
Who can thy Love express?
Bless God, each Soul,
Even unto Death;
A nd write a Song
for every Breath.
tHRIST our Passover, for us