This cup thou call it thy Teftament,
I can a pardon read therein.

5. Now boldly to the throne I come;
The throne of a propitious GoD:
CHRIST is my facrifice of peace,
I'm heal'd and sprinkled with his blood.
6. I'll humbly boaft myself Thy friend,
Sure pledge of dearest friendship this;
Pronounce me friend, and 'tis enough,
But ratify it with thy kiss.

[7. Bleft be the FATHER and the SoN,
The authors of our life and peace.
We'll now begin Thy praife on earth; ́
In heav'n above we'll never ceafe.]

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5.

Ye faints on earth below,

To praife Immanuel, from whofe name
A thousand bleflings flow.

He left his crown, He left His throne,
By his great FATHER'S fide;
Wore thorns, fuftain'd a heavy crofs,
Was fcourg'd and crucify'd.

His was the torment, his the curfe,
Tho' all the guilt was ours.

To cleanfe our lep'rous fouls from fin,
His vital blood he pours.

Behold how ev'ry wound of his

A precious balm diftils,

Which heals the fcars that fin had made, With joy the inner fills !

6. We see Thee at thy table LORD,

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By faith, with great delight: O how refin'd thefe joys will be, When faith is turn'd to fight.

CDXXXI. The Soul detefting Sin.

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OME, let us go and die with him,
Who was content to die for us!
Let's wound and crucify thofe fins,
That nail'd our Saviour to his cross!
2. May holy indignation raise
A juft revenge in ev'ry breaft!
May ev'ry foul that JESUS loves,
The very thoughts of fin deteft!
3. Hence, all ye vip'rous brood of vice,
That bring a train of endlefs woes;
O how I loath and hate you now,
As mine and as my Saviour's foes!
4. Hence all your vain deluding arts,
Which the unwary foul beguile;
Thefe have no charms to one that fees
Redeeming mercy on him finile.

5. My robes, when wash'd with facred blood, Shall I again with blots deface?

My foul, by grace advanc'd to heav'n,
Shall I again to hell debase?

6. Prevent me, by thy pow'rful grace,
Nor let me e'er fo treach'rous prove,
To crucify my LORD afresh,
And render hate for all his love.

When He's the fubject of the fong,

Who can forbear to fing?

3. Holy and rev'rend is 'his name ; How glorious, and how sweet! All greatnefs, and all goodness too, In our dear JESUS meet.

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4. His name vile men fhall one day dread,
As now the devils fear
His name the heav'nly hosts adore,
To pardon'd finners dear.

5. Moft dear to them by strongest ties
Of his redeeming love;
Which by a thousand torinents try`d,
Did ever conftant prove.

6. Tho' death and hell had join'd their pow'rs T'oppofe his enterprize;

This fpotlefs LAMB refolv'd to fall
A willing facrifice.

7. So, conqu'ring fin, and death, and hell, In glory did arife,

And in bright triumph foon afcend

His throne above the skies.

8. Thence, in due time, He will return
With a celeftial train
Of faints and angels, and among
Thofe fhining troops fhall reign.

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CDXXXV. The Victory of the Crofs.

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No victor's robe fo rich a die

Before did ever stain ;

No champion fuch a victory
Before did ever gain.

4. Glory and ftrength his torments add
To all his mighty deeds
His en'mies fly and fall the more,

5.

The more He groans and bleeds.
Tho' the law's curfe lights on his head,
While Satan wounds his heel ;
His body's bruis'd by men, his heart
Death's cruel fting does feel,

6. Yet with firm courage He o'er all
Bears up his conqu❜ring head;
"Till on their captive necks his feet
In folemn triumph tread,

[7. This fhock our LORD fuftain'd alone,
But makes us fhare the spoils;
He felt his FATHER's dreadful frowns,
That we might have his fmiles.]

8. To cure our wounds and putrid fores,
Was pierc'd in ev'ry limb;
His crofs, our tree of life, became
A tree of death to him.

WHAT

At this myfterious board! [hold

What copious matter for a fong

Of praises they afford !

2. Extended on a crofs we fee

The LORD whom we adore,

Both giving and receiving wounds ;
Bath d in triumphant gore,

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the Feaft.

His friends with bread of life, and wine That flow'd from all his veins.

2. His body pierc'd with num'rous wounds, Did as a victim bleed;

That

That we might drink his facred blood,
And on his flesh might feed.

3. Wormwood and gall was once his meat,
His with terror fill'd;
cup

That we might tafte the heav'nly sweet
His royal banquets yield.

4. When our Redeemer dy'd, He was
Both facrifice and priest;

And now He lives, He is become

Th' inviter and the feaft.

5. We feed on CHRIST, and fup with Him;

At table He prefides

As ruler of the Feaft, his share.
To every gueft divides.

6. While He love's banner here displays
O'er our triumphant heads;
Sin dies, and grace revives, and foon
Its precious odour spreads.

7. Nor are our pleasures bounded here,
For He's gone to prepare
Manfions, where heavenly marna shall
Be our eternal fare.

CDXXXVII. The Bread of GOD. 6-8s.
WELCOME delicious facred chear,

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Welcome my God, my SAVIOUR

dear!

O with me, in me, live and dwell, Thine earthly joy furpaffes quite, The depths of thy fupreme delight; Not angel-tongues can fully tell.

2. What ftreams of fweetnefs from the bowl Surprize and deluge all my foul,

Sweetness which is, and makes divine, Surely from GOD's right-hand they flow, From thence deriv'd to earth below,

To chear us with immortal wine.