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9 "Shine into my distressed soul,
“ Let thy compassion save; “And though my flesh sink down to death,
“ Redeem it from the grave. 10 “ I shall arise to praise thy name,
“ Shall reign in worlds unknown; “And thy salvation, O my God,
“Shall seat me on thy throne.”
79. Christ's Passion, and Sinners Salvation. (L. M.)
EEP in our hearts let us record
The deeper sorrows of our Lord;
To overwhelm his holy soul.
While hosts of hell, and pow'rs of death,
To execute their curst design.
Has made the carse a blessing prove;
Aton'd for sins which we had done. 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord,
The honours of thy law restor'd ;
And let the mourning sinner live;
80. The Lord's Supper instituted. 1 Cor. xi. 23, &
(L. M.) 1 WAS on that dark, that doleful night,
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betray'd him to his foes. 2 Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake;
What wond'rous words of grace he spake ! 3 “ This is my body, broke for sin;
“ Receive and eat the living food :"
blood.” 4 For us, his flesh with nails was torn,
He bore the scourge, he felt the thorn,
Its heavy veng'ance in our stead. 5 For us, his vital blood was spilt,
To buy the pardon of our guilt ;
He gave his soul a sacrifice.
“ In mem’ry of your dying Friend ;
“ The love of your departed Lord.” 7 Jesus ! thy feast we celebrate,
We show thy death, we sing thy name,
81. Communion with Christ, and with Saints.
1 Cor. x. 16, 17. (8. M.)
To meet around his board:
Communion with their Lord. 2
For food he gives his flesh ;
He bids us drink his blood;
Of our descending God! 3 This holy bread and wine
Maintains our fainting breath,
Christ and his members one;
And he the first-born Son, 5 We are but sev'ral parts
Of the same broken bread;
But Jesus is the head.
His glorious name to raise ;
And ev'ry voice be praise. 82. Christ's Dying Love; or, our Pardon bought at
a dear Price. (C. M.)
and how kind
2 When justice, by our sins provok'd,
Drew forth its dreadful sword, He gave his soul up to the stroke, * Without a murm'ring word.
3 He sunk beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to his throne;
But cost his heart a groan.
4 This was compassion like a God,
That when the Saviour knew
His pity ne'er withdrew.
í Now, tho' he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great;
Nor lets his saints forget.
6 Here we behold his bowels roll,
As kind as when he dy'd;
Bleed thro' his wounded side.
7 Here we receive repeated seals
Of Jesus' dying love;
One soft affection move.
8 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record,
Mourn tbat we pierc'd the Lord.
83. Crucifixion to the World, by the Cross of Christ. Gal. vi. 4. (L. M.)
On which the Prince of Glory dy'd,
And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God;
I sacrifice them to his blood.
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
And all the globe is dead to me.
That were a present far too small;
84. The Spirit, the Water, and the Blood,
1 John v. 6. (S. M.)
To praise our God on high,
To fetch us strangers nigh.