ROM the cross uplifted high,
Where the Saviour deigns to die,
What melodious sounds I hear,
Bursting on my ravished ear!
Love's redeeming work is done,
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
2 Sprinkled now with blood the throne,
Why beneath thy burdens groan?
On my pierced body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid;
Bow the knee and kiss the Son,
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
3 Spread for thee the festal board,
See with richest dainties stored;
To thy Father's bosom pressed,
Yet again a child confessed,
Never from his house to roam,
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
4 Soon the days of life shall end,
Lo! I come, your Saviour, Friend!
Safe your spirits to convey
To the realms of endless day:
Up to my eternal home,
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
[ERE at thy cross, incarnate God,
I lay my soul beneath thy love;
Beneath the droppings of thy blood,
Jesus, nor shall it e'er remove.
2 Not all that tyrants think or say,
With rage and lightning in their eyes;
Nor hell shall fright my heart away,
Should hell with all its legions rise.
3 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence,
Moveless and firm this heart should lie;
Resolved, for that's my last defence,
If I must perish, there to die.
4 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear;
Am I not safe beneath thy shade?
Thy vengeance will not strike me here,
Nor Satan dare my soul invade.
5 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood,
And all my foes shall lose their aim;
Hosanna to my Saviour God,
And my best honours to his name.
529 PRAISE FOR REDEEMING LOVE.
ESUS, with all thy saints above,
My tongue would bear her part,
Would sound aloud thy saving love,
And sing thy bleeding heart.
2 Blest be the Lamb, my dearest Lord,
Who bought me with his blood,
And quenched his Father's flaming sword
In his own vital flood.
3 All glory to the dying Lamb,
And never ceasing praise;
While angels live to know his name,
Or saints, to feel his grace.
530 LORD'S SUPPER INSTITUTED.
WAS on that dark, that doleful night,
When powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betrayed him to his foes.
2 Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and blessed and brake; What love through all his actions ran! What wondrous words of grace he spake ! 3 "This is my body broke for sin; Receive and eat the living food;"
Then took the cup and blessed the wine,
""Tis the new covenant in my blood."
4 "Do this, (he cried,) 'till time shall end,
In memory of your dying Friend;
Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed Lord.”
5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,
We show thy death, we sing thy name
'Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.
MEMORIAL OF Our absent LORD. L. M.
JESUS is gone above the skies,
Where our weak senses reach him not; And carnal objects court our eyes, To thrust our Saviour from our thought.
2 He knows what wandering hearts we have, Apt to forget his glorious face;
And to refresh our minds, he gave
These kind memorials of his grace.
3 The Lord of life this table spread,
With his own flesh and dying blood;
We on the rich provision feed,
We taste the wine, and bless our God.
4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,
And earth grow less in our esteem;
Christ and his love fill every thought,
And faith and hope be fixed on him.
5 While he is absent from our sight,
'Tis to prepare our souls a place;
That we may dwell in heavenly light,
And live for ever near his face.
532 COVENANT Sealed with ChrisT'S BLOOD. C. M.
HE promise of my Father's love
Shall stand for ever good:
He said, and gave his soul to death.
And sealed the grace with blood.
2 To this dear covenant of thy word,
I set my worthless name;
I seal the engagement to my Lord,
And make my humble claim.
3 Thy light, and strength, and pardoning grace,
And glory shall be mine;
My life and soul, my heart and flesh,
And all my powers are thine.
4 I call that legacy my own,
Which Jesus did bequeath;
'Twas purchased with a dying groan, And ratified in death.
5 Sweet is the memory of his name,
Who blessed us in his will,
And to his testament of love,
Made his own blood the seal.
OW sweet and awful is the place
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores!
2 While all our hearts, in this our song,
Join to admire the feast,
Each of us cries, with thankful tongue,
"Lord, why was I a guest?"
3 "Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there's room;
When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come?"
4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast,
That sweetly forced us in:
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.
5 Pity the nations, O our God,
Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.
6 We long to see thy churches full,
That all the chosen race
May, with one voice, and heart, and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.
NOT ASHAMED OF CHRIST.
AT thy command, our dearest Lord,
Here we attend thy dying feast;
Thy love has spread the sacred board,
To feed the faith of every guest.
2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in One that died;
We hope for heavenly crowns above,
From a Redeemer crucified.
3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,
And cast contempt upon thy cause;
We glory in our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his cross.
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