Prepared for the holy Drdinance of the Lord's Supper.
HYMN I. Long Metre. The Lord's Supper inflituted. I Cor. xi. 23, &c. WAS on that dark, that doleful night, When pow'rs of earth and hell arofe
Against the Son of God's delight, And friends betray'd him to his foes.
2 Before the mournful scene began, He took the bread, and bless'd and brake; What love through all his actions ran !
What wond'rous words of grace he spake!
"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 [For us his flesh with nails was torn, He bore the scourge, he felt the thorn; justice pour'd upon his head Its heavy vengeance in our fstead.
5 For us his vital blood was spilt, To buy the pardon of our guilt; When for black crimes of biggest fize, He gave his foul a facrifice.7 Till I appear do this, he asy'd, In mem ry of your Lord who dy'd, But look beyond this past all bread, And feed Rohsist your living head.
[Jelus.! thy feast we celebrate,
We shew thy death, we fing thy name, Till thou return, and we shall eat The marriage-supper of the Lamb.]
HYMN II. Short Metre. Communion with Chrift and with Saints. I Cor. x. 16, 17.
[TESUS invites his faints
To meet around his board; Here pardon'd rebels fit and hold Communion with their Lord.
For food he gave his flesh; He bids us drink his blood : Amazing favour! matchless grace Of our defcending God!]
This holy bread and wine Maintain our fainting breath, By union with our living Lord, And int'rest in his death.
Our heav'nly Father calls Chrift and his members one ! We the young children of his love, And he the first-born Son.
We are but fev'ral parts Of the fame broken bread;
One body, with its sev'ral limbs, But Jesus is the Head.
6 Let all our pow'rs be join'd *... His glorious name to raise: Pleafure and love fill ev'ry mind,. And ev'ry voice be praise.
HYMN III. Common Metre. The New Covenant fealed. HE promise of my Father's love "Shall stand for ever good:" He faid and gave his foul to death, And feal'd the grace with blood.
2 To this dear cov'nant of thy word I fet my worthless name; I feal the engagement to my Lord, And make my humble claim.
3 Thy light, and strength, and pard'ning grace, And glory, shall be mine; My life and foul, my heart and flesh, And all my pow'rs are thine.
4 I call that legacy my own,
Which Jesus did bequeath; 'Twas purchas'd with a dying groan, And ratify'd in death.
5 Sweet is the mem'ry of his name Who blefs'd us in his will, And to his testament of love Made his own life the feal. HYMN IV. Common Metre.
Chrift's dying Love; or, our Pardon bought at a dear Price.
HOW condescending, and how kind
Was eternal Son!
Our mis'ry reach'd his heav'nly mind, And pity brought him downl,
2 [When juftice, by our fins provok'd, Drew forth its dreadful fword, He gave his foul up to the stroke, Without a murm'ring word.]
3 [He funk beneath our heavy woes, To raise us to his throne : There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows, But cost his heart a groan.]
4 This was compaffion like a God, That when the Saviour knew The price of pardon was his blood, His pity ne'er withdrew.
5 Now, though he reigns exalted high, His love is still as great : Well he remembers Calvary; Nor let his faints forget.
6 [Here we behold his bowels roll As kind as when he dy'd, And fee the forrows of his foul
Bleed through his wounded fide.]
7 [Here we receive repeated feals Of Jefus' dying love : Hard is the wretch that never feels One foft affection move.]
8 Here let our hearts begin to melt, While we his death record, And, with our joy for pardon'd guilt, Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.
HYMN V. Common Metre.
Chrift the Bread of Life. John vi. 31, 35, 39. I ET us adore th' Eternal Word,
'Tis He our fouls has fed :
Thou art the living stream, O Lord, And thou th' immortal Bread.
2 [The manna came from lower skies, But Jesus from above; Where the fresh springs of pleasure rife, And rivers flow with love.
3 The Jews, the fathers, dy'd at last, Who ate that heav'nly bread; But these provifions which we taste, Can raise us from the dead.]
4 Bless'd be the Lord, who gives his flesh To nourish dying men, And often spreads his table fresh, Lest we should faint again.
5 Our fouls shall draw their heav'nly breath, Whilft Jesus finds supplies; Nor shall our graces fink to death, For Jesus never dies.
6 [Daily our mortal flesh decays,
But Christ, our life, shall come ; His unrefifted pow'r shall raise Our bodies from the tomb.]
HYMN VI. Long Metre.
The Memorial of our abfent Lord. John xvi. 16. Luke
xxii. 19. John xiv. 3.
ESUS is gone above the skies,
Where our weak fenfes reach him not;
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