2 3 Nor let our voices cease It cost him cries and tears, Great was our debt, and he appears, 4 My Saviour's pierced side 5 6 7 Infinite was our guilt, Look up, my soul, to him, Whose death was thy desert, And humbly view the living stream There on the cursed tree, In dying pangs he lies, Fulfils his Father's great decree, 8 Thus the Redeemer came, By water and by blood; And when the Spirit speaks the same, 9 While the Eternal Three 85. Pardon brought to our Senses. (C. M.) 1 LORD, how divine thy comforts are! How heav'nly is the place Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast 2 There the rich bounties of our God, 3" Here," (says the kind redeeming Lord, And shows his wounded side,) "See here the spring of all your joys, That open'd when I dy'd !" 4 He smiles, and cheers my mournful heart, And tells of all his pain; "All this, (says he,) I bore for thee;" 5 What shall we pay our heav'nly King, He brings our pardon to our eyes, 6 Let such amazing loves as these Such favours are beyond degrees, 7 To him that wash'd us in his blood, 86. Divine Love making a Feast, and calling in t Guests. Luke xiv. 17. 22, 23. (C. M.) I HOW OW sweet and awful is the place, While everlasting love displays The choicest of her stores! 2 Here ev'ry bowel of our God Here peace and pardon, bought with blood, 3 While all our hearts and all our songs Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, 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?" 66 5 'Twas the same love that spread the feast, 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, 37. The Song of Simeon. Luke ii. 28. (L. M.) NOW OW have our hearts embrac'd our God, And wish to die as Simeon would, 2 Our lips should learn that joyful song, 3 Here we have seen thy face, O Lord, The bread descending from the skies. 4 Thou hast prepar'd this dying Lamb, 5 He is our light; our morning-star 88. Our Lord Jesus at his own Table. (C.M.) 1 THE mem'ry of our dying Lord 1 THE Awakes a thankful tongue : 2 Happy the men that ate this bread, 3 By faith the same delights we taste, 4 Down from the palace of the skies 66 Come, my beloved, eat, (he cries,) 5" My flesh is food and physic too, 6 Hosanna to his bounteous love, And yet he feeds his saints above Come the dear day, the glorious hour, Then we shall need these types no more, |