Part 53 (1/2)

7 [Jesus, thy feast we celebrate, We shew thy death, we sing thy Name, Till thou return, and we shall eat The marriage-supper of the Lamb.]

Hymn 3:2.

Communion with Christ, and with saints, 1 Cor. 10. 16 17.

1 [Jesus invites his saints To meet around his board; Here pardon'd rebels sit, and hold Communion with their Lord.

2 For food he gives his flesh, He bids us drink his blood, Amazing favour! matchless grace Of our descending G.o.d!]

3 This holy bread and wine Maintains our fainting breath, By union with our living Lord, And interest in his death.

4 Our heavenly Father calls Christ and his members one; We the young children of his love, And he the first-born Son.

5 We are but several parts Of the same broken bread; One body hath its several limbs, But Jesus is the head.

6 Let all our powers be join'd His glorious Name to raise; Pleasure and love fill every mind, And every voice be praise.

Hymn 3:3.

The new testament in the blood of Christ; or, The new covenant sealed.

1 ”The promise of my Father's love ”Shall stand for ever good;”

He said, and gave his soul to death, And seal'd the grace with blood.

2 To this dear covenant of thy word I set my worthless name; I seal th' 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 purchas'd with a dying groan, And ratify'd in death.

5 Sweet is the memory of his Name, Who bless'd us in his will, And to his testament of love Made his own life the seal.

Hymn 3:4.

Christ's dying love; or, Our pardon bought at a dear price.

1 How condescending and how kind Was G.o.d's eternal Son!

Our misery reach'd his heavenly mind, And pity brought him down.

2 [When Justice by our sins provok'd Drew forth its dreadful sword, He gave his soul up to the stroke, Without a murmuring word.]

3 [He sunk beneath our heavy woes To raise us to his throne; There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows But cost his heart a groan.]

4 This was compa.s.sion like a G.o.d, That when the Saviour knew The price of pardon was his blood, His pity ne'er withdrew.

5 Now tho' he reigns exalted high, His love is still as great: Well he remembers Calvary, Nor lets his saints forget.

6 [Here we behold his bowels roll, As kind as when he dy'd; And see the sorrows of his soul Bleed thro' his wounded side.]