2. 3. 4. SUP PE R. Hymns to precede the Administration. CCCXCVI. Scruples removed. ΑΝ go? ND fhall I let Him The ftreams of living water flow, Because He hides his face, Shall I no longer stay; But leave the channels of his grace, And caft the means away? Get Thee behind me, fiend, On others try thy skill; Here let Thy hellish whifpers end, To Thee I fay, Be ftill. JESUS hath fpoke: the word, His will my reason is; Do this, in mem'ry of Thy LORD; JESUS hath faid, Do this. 5. He bids me eat the bread, He bids me drink the wine; His facred doctrine taught; A penitent behind. Him flood,' Whom love had thither brought. 2. She, with devotion, kifs'd His feet, 3. 'Twas love these fun'ral tears prepar'd, 4. Before His wounds had bled. Her faith the virtue of His blood Apply'd, before 'twas fpilt; To wash her foul from ev'ry stain, And expiate her guilt. 5. The SAVIOUR's fympathizing heart 6. Thus ev'ry foul fucceeds, that bows The motions of Thy fov'reign grace, 8. These faithful pledges of Thy love 1. For thefe memorials of Thy cross Ì CCCXCVIII. The worthy Communicant. A MEETNESS, LORD, thou doft re All merit I disclaim; The graces of Thy Spirit grant, To make a congru'us frame. 2. Knowledge CHRIST's history reports, Tells what these symbols mean; [quire, CCCXCIX. Seeking Chrift. "T 2. The living pow'r of love divine I want the dear Redeemer's grace, The Man that fuffer'd in my place, My Gon, that groan'd and dy'd. 3. Swift as, their rifing LORD to find, The two difciples ran; I feek the SAVIOUR of mankind, 4. Come all who long his face to fee, + CD 1. E 1 CD. The Love of God and Chrift. 3. And thou, bleft SAVIOUR, who didst come Who from heav'n's highest regions came, 2. Nor did this Prince of life difdain 3. That men, by guilt of life bereav'd, 4. 3. 4. 5. Such torments He endur'd, As none e'er felt before; That joy and blifs might be fecur'd Hurry'd from bar to bar, With blows and scoffs abus'd; Revil'd by Herod's men of war, With Pilate's fcourges bruis'd, His fweet and rev'rend face With fpittle all profan'd; That vifage, full of heav'nly grace, With his own blood diftain'd. 6. Stretch'd on the cruel tree, 7. 8. He bled, and groan'd, and cry'd; And in a mortal agony Languifh'd a while, and dy'd: On the old ferpent's head; For which no cure can e'er be found; And foon rofe from the dead : Then did to heav'n ascend, That we might thither go; Where love and praifes have no end, Where joys no changes know. And finds the ransom of his foul Was blood as well as tears? 4. Thy facred blood, O Son of GOD! Which ran from ev'ry wound; When earth's and hell's malicious pow'rs All compafs'd Thee around. 5. "Till death's pale enfigns o'er Thy cheeks 6. Joy for Thy torments we receive, *L% + CDIV. Christ crucify'd. ORD, what a spectacle is here, To move my grief, to nove my fear! My dear REDEEMER here I see, Pierc'd thro' the heart, nail'd to the tree! 3. All nature ficken'd when 'twas done; A fainting horror feiz'd the fun; Sunk in a swoon, three hours he lay, And from the fight withdrew the day. The earth convuls'd with terror ftood, And blush'd to fee her MAKER'S blood; Ev'n ftubborn ftones did then relent, And rocks with pangs of grief were rent The temple rent its veil in two, 3. 4. To fhew what our hard hearts should do; And when he rose, he shook the dead, And rous'd them from their dufty bed. 1. HAT doleful night, when our dear THA LORD 2. 3. Into the garden did retreat, To vent his grief in cries and tears, He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake: What love thro' all his actions ran! What wond'rous words of grace He fpake! "This is my body, broke for fin, "Receive and eat the living food;" Then took the cup, and bless'd the wine, ""Tis the new cov'nant in my blood.” 4. All ye, my friends, must drink of this, Your fin's remiffion here ye "Perform this ord'nance as I do, "And when ye do't, remember me." 5. Yes, LORD, we will remember Thee And Thy love, more than fragrant wine; How can we e'er Thy crofs forget, Which made thee ours, and made us thine? fee; 6. Our right-hand firft fhall lofe its art, Our tongue forget to speak or move; E'er we'll prove thoughtlefs of Thy wounds, Those tend'reft marks of matchlefs love. We'll thus commemorate Thy death, 'Till thou appear on earth again, 7. |