This cup thou call it thy Teftament, 5. Now boldly to the throne I come; [7. Bleft be the FATHER and the SoN, 3 4. 5. Ye faints on earth below, To praife Immanuel, from whofe name He left his crown, He left His throne, His was the torment, his the curfe, To cleanfe our lep'rous fouls from fin, 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, I 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. C OME, let us go and die with him, 5. My robes, when wash'd with facred blood, Shall I again with blots deface? My foul, by grace advanc'd to heav'n, 6. Prevent me, by thy pow'rful grace, OOK back, my foul, with due regard, 2. Haft thou not here thy SAVIOUR view'd, ; 3. Whilft fpiteful Jerus his crofs deride, 4. ; 5. And many painful wounds; Whofe flame could not be quench'd by No not by all those streams of blood, From thy pierc'd heart, and bleeding head, The trembling earth, rocks rent in twain, 6. A love, whofe wonders far tranfcend Confefs the gen'ral fright. 3. 'Twas aweful Juftice that requir'd A facrifice fo dear : How great the love, in heav'n admir'd, That did the fame prepare? 6. What streams of glory, all divine, 7. View, O my foul, this fcene of grief! Behold! wonder! adore! For all paft guilt hence fetch relief; But wilful fin no more. The reach of human view; Of cherubs look into. 7. O happy men, who tafte this grace, And feel the thines of that bright face, 8. But when all myftic truth fhall be What joy! CHRIST face to face to fee * CDXXXIV. Praife for Redemption. foul, let all thy nobler pow'rs + CDXXXIII. The Love of Chrift paffeth 1MY And faculties combine; Knowledge.. LORD, how fhall we frame a fong, Our highest flights are all too low Awake my tongue, and to my thoughts 2. All that's within me, blefs and praife When 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. ; 4. His name vile men fhall one day dread, 5. Moft dear to them by strongest ties 6. Tho' death and hell had join'd their pow'rs T'oppofe his enterprize; This fpotlefs LAMB refolv'd to fall 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 1. CDXXXV. The Victory of the Crofs. 3. No victor's robe fo rich a die Before did ever stain ; No champion fuch a victory 4. Glory and ftrength his torments add 5. The more He groans and bleeds. 6. Yet with firm courage He o'er all [7. This fhock our LORD fuftain'd alone, 8. To cure our wounds and putrid fores, 7HAT wond'rous things we now be- * CDXXXVI. Chrift the Entertainer and 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 ; I. 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, 3. Wormwood and gall was once his meat, That we might tafte the heav'nly sweet 4. When our Redeemer dy'd, He was 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. 6. While He love's banner here displays 7. Nor are our pleasures bounded here, CDXXXVII. The Bread of GOD. 6-8s. 1. WEL 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. The facred Dove from Glory flies, To gain the finner's free confent. 4. The table of the LORD difplays 5. LORD, when we gave ourselves to Thee, 6. Thee we have always gracious found, 8. Since thou art ours, may we retain 9. Ourfelves to thee, LORD, we refign, ↑ CDXXXIX. Pardon brought to our Senfes. I. ORD, how divine thy comforts are! 2. There the rich bounties of our GoD There JESUS fays, that I am his, 3. Here (fays the kind redeeming LORD, [4. He finiles and chears my mournful heart, All this, fays he, I bore for thee, 5. What fhall we pay our heav'nly King 6. Let fuch amazing loves as thefe [7. To Him that wash'd us in his blood Salvation, honour glory, pow'r, |