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 ransora'd sinners lost; e And pitied rebels, when he knew The vast expense his love would cost. [*] HYMN 13. C. M. Zion. Hymn 2d. Divine Love making a Feast, and calling in the Guests. Luke xiv, 17, 22, 23. b 1 How sweet and awful is the place, With Christ within the doors --While everlasting love displays e 2 [Here ev'ry bowel of our God, -Here peace and pardon, bought with blood, o 3 While all our hearts, and all our songs, -Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, e "Lord, why was I a guest? 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, -6 (Pity the nations, O our God, --7 We long to see thy churches full, May with one voice, and heart, and soul, HYMN 14. L. M. Shoel. [*] The Song of Simeon; Luke ii, 28; or, a Sight of Christ makes Death easy. 1 NOW have our hearts embraced our God; We would forget all earthly charms 3 Here we have seen thy face, O Lord, 1 [THE HYMN 15. C. M. Zion. [*] 2 Happy the men who eat this bread!, 3 By faith the same delights we taste, And sit, and lean on Jesus' breast, 4 Down from the palace of the skies, "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, 7 Come, the dear day, the glorious hour, Then we shall need these types no more, 1 HYMN 16. C. M. Canterbury. [*b] NOW let our pains be all forgot, 3 Our humble faith here takes her rise, -5 But the Divinity within 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, • 7 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. WE sing th' amazing deeds, That grace Divine performs. e Th' eternal God comes down and bleeds, To nourish dying worms. 2 This soul-reviving wine, Dear Saviour, 'tis thy blood; We thank that sacred flesh of thine, -3 The banquet that we eat, e 4 In vain had Adam sought, And search'd his garden round 5 [Th' angelic host above ; Can never taste this food; -6 On us th' Almighty Lord Bestows this matchless grace; And meets us with some cheering word, 7 [Come all ye drooping saints, And banquet with the King; This wine will drown your sad complaints, o Through this wide earth his grace proclaim, HYMN 18. L. M. Shoel [*] 1[J Thy table is divinely stor❜d; ESUS! we bow before thy feet! 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, o 5 Joy to the Master of the feast; HYMN 19. L. M. Wells. [*] Here we attend thy dying feast; 3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, HYMN 20. C. M. St. Martin's. [*] Where sweet, celestial dainties stand, 2 The tree of life adorns the board, 3 The cup stands crown'd with living juice ; The fountain flows above, And runs down streaming, for our use, 4 The food's prepar'd by heavenly art, |