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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.

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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.

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How 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, 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,
And perish'd in our sin.

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

1 NOW have our hearts embraced 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
'Shall shine on nations yet unknown;
o 'The glory of thine Israel here,
'And joy of spirits near the throne.'

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HYMN 15. C. M. Zion. [*]
Our Lord Jesus at his own Table.
HE 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 balın 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.]

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

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.

• 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,
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.

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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

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

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

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,
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
• 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.

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,
Ile 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[ORD, 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 heavenly art,
The pleasure's well refin'd;

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