Inspir'd by love, he liv'd and taught; 3 And do you love him? do you feel This is the proof which he demands, 4 Let each the sacred law fulfil, 5 Let none, who call themselves his friends Disgrace the honour'd name; But by a near resemblance prove 523. 1 L. M. Meditating on COME see on bloody Calvary, Suspended on th' accursed tree, A harmless suff'rer cover'd o'er With shame, and welt'ring in his gore, 2 Is this the Saviour long foretold To usher in the age of gold? To make the reign of sorrow cease, That souls might from their ruin rise, 4 See, to their refuge and their rest. 524. C. M. A Sacramental Hymn. LORD, at thy table I behold 21 that am all defil'd with sin, I that have crucified his Son, 3 What strange surprising grace is this, Eat, O my friends,' the Saviour cries, For you I groan'd, and bled, and died, 5 With trembling faith, and bleeding hearts, "Tis a rich banquet we have had, What will it be above! 6 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven, No theme is like redeeming love, Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord, Had I ten thousand tongues, they all 525. C. M. My flesh is meat indeed. John vi. 53–55, H ERE at thy table, Lord, we meet To feed on food divine: Thy body is the bread we eat, 2 He that prepares this rich repast, 9 His body torn with rudest hands And, with the blessing he commands, 4 His blood, that from each op'ning vein Hath fill'd this cup with gen'rous wine, 5 Sure there was never love so free, Well thou may'st claim that heart of me, 6 Yes, thou shalt surely have my heart 526. 1 (395.) L. M. MY God! and is thy table spread? And does thy cup with love o'erflow! Thither be all thy children led, And let them all its sweetness know. 20 let thy table honour'd be, And furnish'd well with joyful guests; That here its sacred pledges tastes. 8 Let crowds approach, with hearts prepar'd; Revive thy dying churches, Lord! |