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J CD. The Love os God'and Christ.

i• INTERNAL Father, how divine,
I / How noble is this gift of thine!
That thoushould'st send thy Onlyson,.
That holy, lov'd, and lovely one.

2. The noblest object of thy love,

To leave his throne and crown above,
To dwell with mortals here below,
And death for them to undergo!

3. And thou, blest Saviour, who didst come So freely from thy heav'nJy home,

To make thyself a facrifice
For criminals and enemies.

4. How full of wonderis that love,
That could determine Thee to move
From thy illustrious palace, where,
The heav'nly host did Thee reyere!

5. Where flaming seraphs bow'd besore
Thy awesul sceptre, to adore

Thy holy, holy, holy name,
And thy persections to proclaim!

6. That made Thee all this glory leave,
A veil of human flesh receive;

To live in gries and mifery,
And aster all to bleed and die I

7. To die a death the most accurst,
And of all deaths the very worst •
To be with ling'ring torments slain,
Abus'd with scoffs, and vile disdain!

8. All this Thou bor'st for us, that we
Holy and happy too might be;

And with Thee in thy kingdom reign, When Thou, dear Lord, shalt come again, * CDI. Christ'* Incarnation the Joy os Angels, 1. f"** OME let us bless the glorious name \^A Of our great prince, Immanud-,

Who from heav'ri's highest regions came, To fave us from the lowest hell.

2. Nor did this Prince of life disdain
A mortal body to assume;

To live in forrow, die in pain,
And be interr'd within a tomb.

3. That men, by guilt of lise bereav'd, Might have their num'rous fins forgiv'n; Rebels might be to grace receiv'd,

T' inlarge the family of heav'n.

4. Th' angelic host this grace admire,
Which reconciles apostate man;
To found that mystic deep defire,
Contriv'd besore the world began.

5. They with foft mufic fill'd the air,
When first our Saviour, drew his breath •
They chear'd his mind, oppressed with care,
When tempted and approaching death.

6. They now around his throne above,
To heav'nly airs their voices raise;
With humble joy that grace approve,
Which yields them endless fongs of praife.

7. While they loud Hallelujahs fing.
Above our notes, our thoughts above;
In glad Hofannas to our King,

We'll fing of reconciling love.

CDII. Christ offered on the Cross.

\. TMMORTAL praise be givW*
X And glory in the high'st, *
To th' God of peace, who sent from
His own beloved Christ. [heav'n

2. Him a fin-off'ring made
For Adam's guilty fons;
Our pressing crimes upon Him laid,
For which his blood atones. ^.-

3. Such torments He endur'd,
As none e'er selt besore;

That joy and blifs might be secur'd
To us for ever more-

4. Hurry'd from bar to bar,

- With blows and scoffs abus'd; Revil'd by Herod's men of war, With Pilate's scourges bruis'd.

5. His sweet and rev'rend face
With spittle all profan'd;

That vifage, full of hcav'nly grace,
With his own blood distain'd.

6. Stretch'd on the cruel tree,

He bled, and gioan'd, and cry'd; And in a mortal agony

Languifhed a while, and dy'd:

7. But dying lest a wound

On the old serpent's head; _

For which no cure can e'er be found;
And foon rpse from the dead:

8. Then did to heav'n ascend,
That we might thither go;

Where love and praifes have no end,
Where joys no changes know.

X CDIII. iiw on a Cross.

1. T}EHOLD the S A v 10 y R of the world
X5 !mbru'd with sweat and gore;
Expiring on that shamesul cross,
TBfhere He our forrows bore!

2. Compassion for lost human race

Brought down heav'n's Only Son;
To veil in flesh his radiant face,
And for their fins ato*e.

3. Who fin to love His name forbear.

That of His siuTrings hears -t

And finds the ranfom 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 compass'd Thee around.

5. 'Till death's pale enfigns o'er Thy cheeks

And trembling lips were spread , 'Till light forsook Thy dying eyes, And lise Thy drooping head.

6. Joy for Thy torments we receive,

Lise in Thy death have found;
For the reproaches of Thy cross,
Shall be with glory crown'd.

7. May we a gratesul sense retain

Of Thy redeemingjove!
And live below like those that hope
To live with Thee above!

+ CDIV. Christ cruciff d.

(iT-ORD, what a spectacle is here,
\_j To move my gries, to move my sear |
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 seiz'd the fun;
Sunk in a swoon, three hours he lay,
And from the fight withdrew the day.

3- The earth convuls'd with terror stood,

And blush'd to see her Maker's blood;
Ev'n stubborn stones did then relent,
And rocks with pangs of gries were rent:

4. The temple rent its veil in two,

To shew what our hard hearts should do ,
And When he rose, he shook the dead,
And rous'd them from their dusty bed.

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5. Can senseless things His torture seel?
The earth be shook, the mountains reel?
The dead awake? And shall not I
Be mov'd to see my Saviour die?

6.lord, break my heart! melt both my eyes!
Echo my voice to all His cries;
And thus lament a Sa vi Our slain,
Lament Thy fms that gave Him pain!

CDV. No Sacrifice like that os Christ.

1. XT 7HEREWITH shalll, a finsulworm,

VV Jeh ovaH'sholy place draw nigh?
With what oblations shall I bow
Before the throne of God most high?

2. Shall I burnt osfrings to Him bring,
Calves taken from their tender dams?
"Will God be pleas'd if I should flay
A thoufand and a thoufand rams?

3. Shall I upon hii altar pour
Rivers of oil ten thoufand times;
Or my first born an osPring make,
To expiate my odious crimes?

4. No — God is fo incens'dby fin,
Such osfrings all would be in vain;
Too mean to fave the guilty foul,
And purge it from fo foul a stain.

5. With broken heart and servent cries,
Dear Jesus to thy cross I fly;
Tho' other resuge fail, on.Thee
My foul with fasety can rely.

6. The blood, descending from Thy woundsi
Becomes both oil and wine to ours;
No ease, 'till Thy kind hand this balm.
Into the wounded conscience pours.'

7. A' at Thy table we behold
Thy all-(usHcient facrifice j

Let's seel the virtue of Thy blood,
Which heals and chears, and purifies.
8. So while Thy facred courts'we tread;
To Thee, O God, our lise and joy,
V/e'll bring the facrifice of praife ;.
In praife our hearts and tongues employ.'

+ CDVI. The Supper instituted.

,, 'TpHAT dolesul night, when our dear \, Lord

Into the garden did retreat,
To vent his gries in cries and tears,
In pray'rs, and in a bloody sweat.

a. Besore the mournsul scene began,

He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake:
What love thro' all his actions ran!
What wond'rous words of grace He foake .'

3. " This is my body, broke for fin, ^
"Receive and eat the living food:"
Then took the cup, and bless'd the wine,
V 'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood."

4. Ail ye, my friends, must drink of this,
Your fin's.remission here ye fee;
"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 cross forget,
Which made thee ours, and made us thine?

6. Our right-hand first shall lose its art,
Our tongue forget to speak or move;
E'er we'll prove thoughtless of Thy wounds,
Those tend'rest marks of matchless love.

7. We'll thus commemorate Thy death,
'Till thou appear nn earth again;

And, Lord, remember us we pray,
Make haste to take thy pow'r, and reign.

+ CDVII. Behold tbi Man!

I.^^E, who our Lord's great banquet

X And welcome places sind [share, 2. . His table round, his praifes sound W ith well-tun'd voice and mind.

2. Remember all his acts of love,

His torments ev'ry one: 3.

How angels sear'd, and mortals jeer'd,
Blasphem'd and spit upon.

3. His head how torn with thorns, his face

(Divinely bright besore) 4

How marr'd more than the sons of men,'
Reeking with sweat and gore!

4. See in his hands and seet the nails

Piercing the tender veins!
See how each wound the blushing ground
With precious tincture stains s

5. See water mix'd with crimson blood,

Spouting thro' his side wound;
A stream wherein we're walh'd from sin,
And all our guilt is drown'd!

6- But, O! what terrors wreck'd his soul ,
In that last agony.
When (e'er he dy'd) "My God, he cry'd,
"Why hast sorfaken me P

7. Thus groan'd and dy'd the Son of God,

That we might ever live;
There, where all blifs our souls can wish,
Or can contain, He'll give.

8. Mean while the myst'ries of his grace

His table here displays;
O how his love our souls should move,
And tongues to sing his praife!

J CDVIII. The imtneffmg Spirit.

C>OME, Holy Ghost, set to thy seal,
Ji Thine inward witness give;
To all our waiting souls reveal
The death by which we live.

Spectators of the pangs divine

O that we now may be; Difcerning in the facred sign

His passion on the tree!

Give us to hear the dreadful sound
Which told his mortal pain;

Tore up the graves and shook the ground,
And rent the rocks in twain.

Repeat the Savi O Itr's dying cry,

In ev'ry heart so loud; That ev'ry heart may now reply, 1 This vrasthe Son of God!

X CDIX. In Remembrance of me.

DEEP in our breasts let us record
1 The story of our dying Lord;
As we his kind memorials view,
Our wonder and our love renew.
From heav'-n the Lord of glory came,
On earth to bear reproach and shame;
The Son of God, his face to veil,
Assumes a body weak and frail.

The meek, the just, the holy one
Under the weight of sin does groan:
He on a cross resigns his breath,
Who keeps the keys of hell and death.

'Twas thus, because He'd have it so,
That we his wond'rous love might know;
To give us ease He selt our pain,
And dy'd that we might lise obtain.


S- Thus fin, death-, and the pow'rs of hell
Conquer d, difarm'd, and wounded sell f
He mounted then his throne above,
And conquers finners by his love.

6. Lo Rd, fince our pardon and our blifs
Were bought at fuch a price as this;
As thou art ours, we're thine alone,
Thine will we be, and not our own.

% CDX. Loving Christ sor loving us.

i. "\ /[Y blessed Saviour, is thy love
1V1 So great, fo full, fo free?
Behold, I give my love, my heart,
My lise, my all to thee!
2.1 love Thee for the glorious worth
In thy great self I see .
I love Thee for that shamesul cro&
Thou hast endur'd for me.

3. No man of greater love can boast,

Than for his sriend to die;
But Thou for enemies wast slain .
What love with thine can vie?

4. Tho' in the very form of Go D,

With heav'nly glory crown'd,
Thou wouH'st partake of human stem,
Beset with troubles round.

5. Thou would'st, like wretched man, be made

In ev'ry thing but fin;
TIi at we as tike Thee might become,
As we unlike have been.

6. Like Thee in faith, in meekness, love,

In ev'ry beauteous grace;
From glory thus to glory chang'd,
"As we behold thy face.

7. O Lo R D, Til treafure in my foul

The mem'ry of Thy love;

And thy dear name shall still to me
A gratesul odour prove.
[8. Thy friends, the excellent on earth,
Shall be my chies delight:
And when alone, I'll make thy law
My study day and night.

9. Where thou dost pitch thy tent, and where Thy honour deigns to dwell;

There I'll fix mine, and there refide,
There Thy love's wonders tell.]

10. The pledges of Thy love shall there,
Revive this heart of mine';

Thy love, more fragrant and more sweet Than bowls of gen'rous wine.

X CDXI. The Greatness os Christ's Lone.

!. XT E happy guests, who meet around
X This table, your oblations bring:
Here ev'ry one's a priest, who has
A heart to love, and tongue to fing.

X. Our Saviour's bleeding facrifice,
His boundless love and grace difplays;
As a just homage, He demands
Our facrifice of love and praife.

[3. 'Twas love expos'd Him to reproach,
To unexampled gries and pain :,
Less poVr than that of love divine
Nor would nor could his cross fustain.]

4. See Him abandon'd by his friends;
By a perfidious kiss betray'd;
Sold as a despicable slave;
W ith swords and staves a pris'ner made!

5. See Him to the tribunal led;
Therecharg'd with crimes by men fuborn'd;
By princes and by priests condemn'd;
And by the vilest wretches scorn'd I ^

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