The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts

e Th' eternal God comes down and bleeds,

To nourish dying worms.

2 This soul reviving wine,

Dear Saviour, 'tis thy blood;

o We thank that sacred flesh of thine, For this immortal food.

3 The banquet that we eat,

Is made of heav'nly things;
Earth has no dainties half so sweet
As our Redeemer brings.

4 In vain had Adam sought,

And search'd his garden round; For there was no such blessed fruit, In all the happy ground.

5 [Th' angelic host above

Can never taste this food;
They feast upon their Maker's love,-
But not a Saviour's blood.]

6 On us th' Almighty Lord

Bestows this matchless grace;

And meets us with some cheering word,
With pleasure in his face.

7 [Come, all ye drooping saints,
And banquet with the King;

This wine will drown your sad complaints,
And tune your voice to sing.]

• 8 Salvation to the Name

Of our adored Christ:

o Thro' this wide earth his grace proclaim, His glory in the high'st.

HYMN 18.

L. M. Shoel. [*]

The same.

ESUS! we bow before thy feet!
Thy table is divinely stor❜d;

Thy sacred flesh our souls have eat, 'Tis living bread; we thank thee, Lord! e 2 And here we drink our Saviour's blood; -We thank thee, Lord! 'tis gen'rous wine: e Mingled with love, the fountain flow'd,

From that dear bleeding heart of thine. -3 On earth is no such sweetness found, For the Lamb's flesh is heav'nly food; In vain we search the globe around, For bread so fine, or wine so good.

4 Carnal provisions can at best,

But cheer the heart, or warm the head;
But the rich cordial that we taste,
Gives life eternal to the dead.

o 5 Joy to the Master of the feast,
His name our souls for ever bless;
o To God the King, and God the Priest,
A loud hosanna round the place.]

HYMN 19. L. M. Wells. [*]
Not ashamed of Christ Crucified.

1 LAT thy command, our dearest Lord,

Here we attend thy dying feast;
Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board,
And thine own flesh feeds ev'ry guest.
2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in One who dy'd!
We hope for heav'nly crowns above,
From a Redeemer crucify'd.

3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,
And fling their scandals on the cause;
We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his Cross.
4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He that was dead has left his tomb;
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come.]

HYMN 20. C. M. St. Martin's. [*]
Provisions for the Table of our Lord.
1 [LORD, we adore thy bounteous hand,

And sing the solemn feast;

Where sweet celestial dainties stand,
For ev'ry willing guest.

2 The tree of life adorns the board,
With rich immortal fruit ;

And ne'er an angry flaming sword,
To guard the passage to't.

3 The cup stands crown'd with living juice,
The fountain flows above;

And runs down streaming, for our use,

In rivulets of love.

4 The food's prepar'd by heav'nly art,
The pleasure's well refin'd ;

They spread new life thro' ev'ry heart,
And cheer the drooping mind.

• 5 Shout, and proclaim the Saviour's love,
Ye saints that taste his wine;

Join with your kindred saints above,
In loud Hosannas join.

6 A thousand glories to the God
Who gives such joy as this;
Hosanna! let it sound abroad,
And reach where Jesus is.]

HYMN 21. C. M.

St. Martin's. [*]

The Triumphal Feast for Christ's Victory over Sin,

Death, and Hell.

OME, let us lift our voices high,
High as our joys arise;

And join the songs above the sky,

Where pleasure never dies.

2 Jesus, the God, who fought and bled,
And conquer'd when he fell;
Who rose, and, at his chariot wheels,
Dragg'd all the powers of hell :-

3 Jesus, the God, invites us here
To this triumphal feast;

And brings immortal blessings down
For each redeemed guest.]

4 The Lord! how glorious is his face!
How kind his smiles appear!

b And oh! what melting words he says, To ev'ry humble ear :

d5"For you, the children of my love, "It was for you I died:

e "Behold my hands-behold my feet"And look into my side!

p 6"These are the wounds for you I bore, "The tokens of my pains,

"When I came down to free your souls
"From misery and chains.

["Justice unsheath'd its fiery sword,
"And plung'd it in my heart!

"Infinite pangs for you I bore,

"And most tormenting smart.

8 "When hell, and all its spiteful pow'rs, "Stood dreadful in my way;

"To rescue those dear lives of yours, "I gave my own away.

9" But while I bled and groan'd and dy'd; "I ruin'd Satan's throne;

"High on my cross I hung, and spy'd
"The monster tumbling down.]

o 10"Now you may triumph at my feast,
"And taste my flesh, my blood;
"And live eternal ages bless'd-
"For 'tis immortal food."

e 11 Victorious God! what can we pay,
For favours so divine?

-We would devote our hearts away,
To be for ever thine.

o 12 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise,
The tribute of our tongues;
-But themes so infinite as these,
Exceed our noblest songs.

HYMN 22. L. M. Quercy. [*]
The Compassion of a dying Christ.

UR spirits join t' adore the Lamb;-
Oh, that our feeble lips could move,

-In strains immortal as his name,
p And melting as his dying love!

e 2 Was ever equal pity found?

e The Prince of heav'n resigns his breath,
And pours his life out on the ground,
-To ransom guilty worms from death.

e 3 Rebels, we broke our Maker's laws;
-He from the threat'ning sets us free;
• Bore the full vengeance on his cross,
And nail'd the curses to the tree.

4 [The law proclaims no terrour now,
And Sinai's thunder roars no more:
From all his wounds new blessings flow,
A sea of joy without a shore.

5 Here we have wash'd our deepest stains,
And heal'd our wounds with heavenly blood;

Bless'd fountain! springing from the veins
Of Jesus, our incarnate God.]

-6 In vain our mortal voices strive
To speak compassion so divine;
o Had we a thousand lives to give,
A thousand lives should all be thine.

HYMN 23. C. M. Colchester. [b*]

Grace and Glory by the Death of Christ.
NITTING around our Father's board,

SITTING