Whose head, and fide, and heart, were pierc'd ;

Whofe hands and feet were bor❜d.

N. B. The twelve preceding hymns are all done in common metre; the ten following hymns are compofed in different meafures, to fuit fome pleafant tunes, which many have learned, and delight in.

HYMN XIII.

The COMMUNION SABBATH.

I FATHER, this day we'll fing:
From love thou gav'ft thy Son,
To buy falvation to our fouls,
When fin had us undone.

2 We'll blefs thy Son, who came
To bear our guilt and shame,

And thy juft law which we had broke,
Fulfilled in our name.

3 We blefs thy Sp'rit who guides

Men in the heav'nly road:

Come, heav'nly Dove, our Saviour's love
Shed in our hearts abroad.

4 Our crucified Lord

Was laid among the dead:
But foon the grave its prey
He rofe for us to plead.

5 To-day, Chrift left the dead,
And fatan's empire fell:

reftor'd;

This is the day the Lord hath made,'
We'll triumph over hell.

6 We'll fhew his death, who bled:

To fave our finful race,

And in the fupper to us comes
With meffages of grace.

7 We magnify thy love

For fuch a taste below,

And that thou mak'ft to faints above

Far nobler bleffings flow.

8 We'll hafte to Chrift above;

We'll then need figns no more:

We'll fee his face, and know his love;
We'll feaft, and him adore.

9 To Father, Son, and Sp'rit,
JEHOVAH, One in Three,

Sing HALLELUJAHS; for 'tis meet
Thus God to glorifiy.

HYMN XIV.

The Wonders of REDEEMING LOVE.

I DEAR Father, we thee bless,
Thy wondrous love adore
In giving us thine only Son;
What couldst thou give us more?
2 Behold how God commends
His love to men undone !
That he might fpare his enemies,
He would not fpare his Son.

3 What faw the Lamb in man,
That could his pity move,

To draw the rebel from hell's gates

With cords and bands of love!

4 A love that was not quench'd

By death or deepest wound,

Nor by deep streams of wrath and blood;
By floods it was not drown'd!

5 A glorious crown he left

A thorny crown to wear!

And on his bruifed wounded back
A heavy cross wou'd bear!

6 Mens fins, each was a thorn,
A whip, a nail, a fpear!

By them thy bleffed flesh was torn ;

Let men view fin with fear!

7 Yet garments dy'd with blood,

The thorns thy head that tare,
Endear thee more to thine, than robes
And gems which monarchs wear.

8 Our flain Lamb now appears

Before God's awful throne;

There offers up our praife and pray'rs :

He takes them from his Son,

9 Let faints and angels join

The dear love to proclaim

Of

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Of him that fits upon the throne,
And of the worthy Lamb.

HYMN XV.

The LAMB flain.

1 HOW moving is the fight I fee! My God nail'd bleeding to a tree! Let countless myriads of men

With pierc'd hearts cry, the Lamb is flain.
2 My dearest Lamb, thy blood was spilt
For finful man's imputed guilt:

Hard is the heart that feels no pain
For fin, for which the Lamb is flain.
3 Let men thy dying love proclaim,
Which caus'd thy blood for men to streami
Fix in their hearts ftill to remain

This glorious truth, the Lamb is flain.
4 Our finking ftate thou didst bemoan,
Yea, all our fins and curfe took on,
To fave us from eternal pain:
My deareft Lord, the Lamb is flain.
5 To us the gofpel fweetly founds,
We flee for fafety to thy wounds;
Yea, thefe to us do glory gain,
To open heav'n, the Lamb is flain.
6 Refolv'd I'll ly before thy throne,
And fay, I never will be gone

Till I fhall peace with God obtain,
That peace for which the Lamb is flain.
7 Doth not thy blood for finners plead,
And for great en'mies intercede ?
Still hopes of life I will maintain,
While God proclaims, the Lamb is flain.
8 Thy blood I will on fin revenge;
Help me from fin my foul to cleanse
Thy wounds from fin shall still restrain,
Since for my fin the Lamb is flain

JESUS his Name fragrant.

1 CHRIST JESUS is the Lamb that's flain,

To fave the very worst of men :

No

No name like Jefus founds to me, For JESUS brings falvation free. 2 JESUS his name doth finners tell, His works to fave from fin and hell: All fweetness centers in his name; My naming it makes love to flame. 3 When funk are names of greatest worth, "His name's like ointment poured forth ;" It spreads a fragrant scent around, And brings refreshing with its found. 4 JESUS his name charms heart and ear, Makes me content his cross to bear : His name doth chear my fainting soul, And makes my wounded spirit whole. His Name to me is a strong tow'r,

5

It faves me from the wrathful show'r :
His name with comforts doth abound
To fouls with forrows almost drown'd,
6 JESUS his name doth sweetly found,
It rings falvation all around;
It doth the heavy-laden keep

From finking downward in the deep.
7 When in our place dear Jesus ftcod
With all his garments roll'd in blood,
To faith a lovely fight is he:
All guilty men to Jefus flee.
8 O JESUS, glorious is thy name;
May all the nations hear thy fame!
Moft fweet thy name will ever found
Above, where praises have no bound,

HYMN XVII.

The crucified JESUS.

1 CHRIST crucified fhall be the fong
Which will employ my heart and tongue
This fong fupports men in diftrefs,
And cheers their hearts in wilderness.
Alfongs but this I'll lay afide;

My Lord, my Love is crucify'd.
2 Up Calv'ry mount I'll climb by faith,
And fee my Saviour vanquish death;
I'll wond'ring ftand, and view the blood

He

He shed when in my place he flood: From love he stretch'd his arms and dy`d; My Lord, my Love is crucify’d. 3 To me his bonds do freedom buy, And bring to glorious liberty; The cruel fcoffs he bore from foes To me obtain divine applause. Of Christ I'll fing, let men deride; My Lord, my Love is crucify'd. 4 The ftrokes he got on back and face Raze out the marks of my difgrace; The thorny crown which he endur'd, A crown of life for me procur'd, Let ftill this fong with me abide, My Lord, my Love is crucify'd 5 On's back he bore the bloody tree, Push'd forward by the foldiery; Pity'd by none, by all blasphem'd Infulted, hated and condemn'd: In all he wondrous love display'd; My Lord, my Love is crucify'd.6 His difciples were fled and gone, The wine-prefs he must tread alone : He's pierc'd in head, in hands and feet, Till ftreams of blood each other meet. Why should I think of ought befide? My Lord, my Love is crucify'd,

HYMN XVIIĮ.

Know CHRIST crucified.

7 CHRIST crucify'd is all my blefs, In all my ftraits I'll him address, His wounds and blood do make me whole; Look up, and live, each fin-fick foul; If you would have all wants fupply'd, "Know Jefus, and him crucify'd.

2 That bloody fweat of Chrift's fo free,
Proves a choice cordial unto me;

Thofe nails which gave him torture vaft.
My feat in heaven fhall make fast.
Let hearts that would be fix'd and stay'd,
Know Jefus, and him crucify'd."