And to this wretched earth came down, To bring us wand'rers back to God! 6 It cost him death to save our lives; To buy our souls it cost his own; And all the unknown joys he gives, Were bought with agonies unknown. o 7 Our everlasting love is due

To him who ransom'd sinners lost; e And pitied rebels, when he knew The vast expense his love would cost.

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HYMN 13. C. M. Zion. Hymn 2d. [*]
Divine Love making a Feast, and calling in the Guests.
Luke xiv, 17, 22, 23.

HOW

OW sweet and awful is the place,
With Christ within the doors-

-While everlasting love displays

The choicest of her stores!

e 2 [Here ev'ry bowel of our God, With soft compassion rolls;

-Here peace and pardon, bought with blood, Is food for dying souls.]

o 3 While all our hearts, and all our songs, Join to admire the feast:

-Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, 'Lord, why was I a guest?

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4 '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?"

o 5 'Twas the same love that spread the feast, That sweetly forc'd us in;

e Else we had still refus'd to taste, And perish'd in our sin.

-6 (Pity the nations, O our God, Constrain the earth to come;

o Send thy victorious word abroad, And bring the strangers home.

-7 We long to see thy churches full,
That all the chosen race

May with one voice, and heart, and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.)

HYMN 14. L. M. Shoel. [*]

The Song of Simeon : Luke ii, 28; or, a Sight of Christ makes

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death easy.

NOW have our hearts embrac❜d our God;

We would forget all earthly charms, And wish to die, as Simeon would, With his young Saviour in his arms. 2 Our lips would learn that joyful song, Were but our hearts prepar'd like his : Our souls still waiting to be gone, And at thy word depart in peace.

3 'Here we have seen thy face, O Lord, And view'd salvation with our eyes'Tasted and felt the living word, 'The bread descending from the skies. 4 'Thou hast prepar'd this dying Lamb, 'Hast set his blood before our face"To teach the terrours of thy Name, 'And shew the wonders of thy grace. o 5 'He is our light-our morning Star 6 Shall shine on nations yet unknown; o 'The glory of thine Israel here, 'And joy of spirits near the throne.'

HYMN 15. C. M. Zion. [*]

Our Lord Jesus at his own Table.

THE mem'ry of our dying Lord
Awakes a thankful tongue :

How rich he spread his royal board,
And bless'd the food and sung.
2 Happy the men who eat this bread!
But doubly bless'd was he,

Who gently bow'd his loving head,
And lean'd it, Lord, on thee.

3 By faith the same delights we taste,
As that great fav'rite did;

And sit, and lean on Jesus' breast,
And take the heavenly bread.

4 Down from the palace of the skies.
Hither the King descends;

Come, my beloved, eat (he cries)
'And drink salvation, friends.

5 'My flesh is food and physic too,
'A balm for all your pains.

'And the red streams of pardon flow
'From these my pierced veins.'
6 Hosanna to his bounteous love,
For such a feast below;

And yet he feeds his saints above,
With nobler blessings too.

7 Come, the dear day, the glorious hour,
That brings our souls to rest;

Then we shall need these types no more,
But dwell at th' heavenly feast.]

HYMN 16. C. M. Canterbury. [*b]
The Agonies of Christ.

"NOW

1[NOW let our pains be all forgot,
Our hearts no more repine;
Our suff'rings are not worth a thought,
Lord, when compar'd with thine.
2 In lively figures, here we see
The bleeding Prince of Love;
Each of us hopes, he dy'd for me,
And then our griefs remove.

3 Our humble faith here takes her rise,
While sitting round his board;
And back to Calvary she flies,
To view her groaning Lord.
e 4 His soul, what agonies it felt
When his own God withdrew;
And the large load of all our guilt
Lay heavy on him too.

5 But the Divinity within
Supported him to bear:

o Dying, he conquer'd hell and sin!

And made his triumph there.

g 6 Grace, wisdom, justice, join'd and wrought The wonders of that day;

No mortal tongue, nor mortal thought,
Can equal thanks repay.

07 Our hymns should sound like those above, Could we our voices raise ;

e Yet, Lord, our hearts shall all be love, And all our lives be praise.]

HYMN 17. S. M. St. Thomas's. [*] Incomparable Food: or, the Flesh and Blood of Christ. 1 WE sing th' amazing deeds,

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.

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The banquet that we eat,
Is made of heavenly things;
Earth has no dainties half so sweet
As our Redeemer brings.

e 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.

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[Come all ye drooping saints,

And banquet with the King;

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

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Salvation to the Name

Of our adored Christ:

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

HYMN 18. L. M. Shoel. [*]

The same.

1[TESUS! we bow before thy feet!
1[ J Thy
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 heavenly 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[AT 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 heavenly crowns above,
From a Redeemer crucify'd.

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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.
ORD, we adore thy bounteous hand,
And sing the solemn feast;

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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 heavenly art,
The pleasure's well refin'd;