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89.

The Agonies of Christ. (C. M.).

NOW

OW let our pains be all forgot,
Our hearts no more repine;

Our sufferings are not worth a thought,
When, Lord, compar'd with thine.

2 In lively figures here we see

The bleeding Prince of love;
Each of us hope, 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.

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:
Dying, he conquer'd hell and sin,
And made his triumph there.

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;

Yet, Lord, our hearts shall all be love,
And all our lives be praise.

90. The Provisions for the Table of our Lord; the Tree of Life, and River of Love. (C.M

1

LORD, we adore thy bounteous hand,
And sing the solemn feast,

Where sweet celestial dainties stand,
For every 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 heav'nly art,
The pleasure's well refin'd,

They spread new life through every heart,
And cheer the drooping mind.

5 Shout and proclaim the Saviour's love,
Ye saints, that taste his wine,
Join with your kindred saints above,
In loud hosannas join.

6 A thousand glories to the God
That gives such joy as this,
Hosanna! let it sound abroad,
And reach where Jesus is.

91. The triumphal Feast for Christ's Victory over

Sin, and Death, and Hell. (C. M.)

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YOME, let us lift our voices high,
High as our joys arise,

And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.

2 Jesus, the God that fought and bled,
And conquer'd when he fell;
That rose, and at his chariot wheels
Dragg'd all the powers of hell.

3 Jesus, the God, invites us here,
To this triumphal feast,

And brings immortal blessings down,
For each redemed guest.

4 The Lord! how glorious is his face!
How kind his smiles appear!

And O what melting words he says
To every humble ear!

5" For you, the children of my love,
"It was for you I dy'd,

"Behold my hands, behold my feet,
"And look into my side.

6" These are the wounds for you I bore, "The tokens of my pains,

"When I came down to free your souls
"From misery and chains.

7" Justice unsheath'd its fiery sword,
"And plung'd it in my heart:
"Infinite pangs for you I bore,
"And most tormenting smart.

8" When hell and all its spiteful powers, "Stood dreadful in my way,

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"To rescue those dear lives of
"I gave my own away.

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"But while I bled, and groan'd, and dy'd "I ruin'd Satan's throne,

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High on my cross I hung, and spy'd
"The monster tumbling down.

10" Now you must triumph at my feast,
"And taste my flesh, my blood;
"And live eternal ages blest,
"For 'tis immortal food."

11 Victorious God! what can we pay
For favours so divine?

We would devote our hearts away,
To be for ever thine.

12 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise,
The tribute of our tongues ;

But themes so infinite as these
Exceed our noblest songs.

92. Pardon and Strength from Christ. (C.M.)

1

FATHER, we wait to feel thy grace,

To see thy glories shine;

The Lord will his own table bless,
And make the feast divine.

2 We touch, we taste the heav'nly bread,
We drink the sacred cup;

With outward forms our sense is fed,
Our souls rejoice in hope.

3 We shall appear before the throne
Of our forgiving God,

Drest in the garments of his Son,
And sprinkled with his blood.

4 We shall be strong to run the race,
And climb the upper sky;
Christ will provide our souls with grace,
He bought a large supply.

5 Let us indulge a cheerful frame,
For joy becomes a feast;

We love the mem'ry of his name
More than the wine we taste.

93. Divine Glories and Graces. (C. M.)

1

HOW

OW are thy glories here display'd, Great God, how bright they shine, While at thy word we break the bread, And pour the flowing wine!

2 Here thy revenging justice stands, And pleads its dreadful cause; Here saving mercy spreads her hands, Like Jesus on the cross.

3 Thy saints attend with every grace
On this great sacrifice;

And love appears with cheerful face,
And faith with fixed eyes.

4 Our hope in waiting posture sits,
To heav'n directs her sight;
Here every warmer passion meets,
And warmer powers unite.

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