7 Our hymns fhould found like thofe above, Could we our voices raife ; Yet, Lord, our hearts fhall all be love, HYMN XVII. Short Metre. Incomparable Food; or, the Flefb and Blood of Chrift. E fing th' amazing deeds I 3 4 5 6 WE That grace divine performs; Th' eternal God comes down and bleeds, This foul-reviving wine, Dear Saviour, 'tis thy blood; For this immortal food. The banquet that we eat Is made of heav'nly things; Earth hath no dainties half fo fweet In vain had Adam fought, And fearch'd his garden round, For there was no fuch blessed fruit Th' angelic host above Can never tafte this food; They feat upon their Maker's love, But not a Saviour's blood. On us th' almighty Lord Beftows this matchlefs grace; And meets us with fome cheering word, With pleasure in his face. Come, all ye drooping faints, And banquet with the King; This wine will drown your fad complaints, And tune your voice to fing. 8. Salvation to the name I ་ Of our adored Christ ; Through the wide earth his grace proclaim, HYMN XVIII. Long Metre. J Thy table is divinely ftord! ESUS! we bow before thy feet! Thy facred flesh our fouls have eat, 'Tis living bread-we thank thee, Lord! 2 And here we drink our Saviour's blood; We thank thee, Lord! 'tis gen'rous wine, Mingled with love; the fountain flow'd From that dear bleeding heart of thine. 3 On earth is no fuch fweetnefs found, 4 Carnal provisions can at best But cheer the heart, or warm the head 5 Joy to the Master of the feast ; I His name our fouls forever blefs; HYMN XIX. Long Metre. Glory in the Crofs; or, not ashamed of Christ crucified. Α 259 Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board, And thine own flesh feeds ev'ry guest. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, And trufts for life in one that dy'd; We hope for heav'nly crowns above, From a Redeemer crucify'd. 3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, 4 HYMN XX, Common Metre. The Provifions for the Table of our Lord; or, the Tree of Life, and River of Love. ORD, we ad bunteous hand, L And fing the folemn feast, Where fweet celeftial dainties ftand, 2 [The tree of life adorns the board And ne'er an angry flaming fword 3 The cup ftands crown'd with living juice; The fountain flows above, And runs down ftreaming, for our use, In rivulets of love.] 4 The food's prepar'd by heav'nly art; The pleafure's well refin'd; They fpread new life through ev'ry heart, And cheer the drooping mind. 5 Shout and proclaim the Saviour's love, Ye faints, that tafte his wine ; Join with your kindred faints above, 6 A thousand glories to the God HYMN XXI. Common Metre. The triumphal Feaft for Chrift's Victory over Sin, and Death, and Hell. NOME, let us lift our voices high, And join the fongs above the sky, 2 Jefus, the fought and bled, 3 [Jefus, the God, invites us here, And brings immortal bleffings down 4 The Lord! how glorious is his face! How kind his fmiles appear! And, oh! what melting words he says 5 "For you, the children of my love, "Behold my hands, behold my feet, "And look into my fide. 6 "These are the wounds for you I bore, 7 ["Juftice unfheath'd its fiery fword, 8" When hell, and all its fpiteful pow'rs, 9 το "But while I bled, and groan'd, and dy'd, "High on my crofs I hung, and spy'd to "Now you must triumph at my feast, II Victorious God! what can we pay We would devote our hearts away, 12 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise, The tribute of our tongues; But themes fo infinite as these |