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 seat me on thy throne." 79. Christ's Passion, and Sinners Salvation. (L. M.) 1 DEEP in our hearts let us record The deeper sorrows of our Lord; Behold! the rising billows roll, To overwhelm his holy soul. 2 In long complaints he spends his breath, 3 Yet, gracious God, thy pow'r and love 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord, 80. The Lord's Supper instituted. 1 Cor. xi. 23, &c. 1 "TW (L. M.) 1 WAS on that dark, that doleful night, When pow'rs of earth and hell arose 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 love thro' all his actions ran! What wond'rous words of grace he spake! 3" This is my body, broke for sin; "Receive and eat the living food:" Then took the cup, and bless'd the wine; ""Tis the new cov'nant in my blood." 4 For us, his flesh with nails was torn, 5 For us, his vital blood was spilt, 6" Do this, (he cry'd,) 'till time shall end, 7 Jesus! thy feast we celebrate, 81. Communion with Christ, and with Saints. ESUS invites his saints 1 JES 2 3 To meet around his board; For food he gives his flesh; 4 Our heav'nly Father calls 5 Christ and his members one; We are but sev'ral parts Of the same broken bread; 6 Let all our pow'rs be join'd, 82. Christ's Dying Love; or, our Pardon bought at a dear Price. (C. M.) 1 HOW condescending and how kind and Our mis❜ry reach'd his heav'nly mind, 2 When justice, by our sins provok'd, He sunk beneath our heavy woes, 4 This was compassion like a God, 5 Now, tho' he reigns exalted high, 6 Here we behold his bowels roll, 7 Here we receive repeated seals Hard is the heart that never feels 8 Here let our hearts begin to melt, And, with our joy for pardon'd guilt, 83. Crucifixion to the World, by the Cross of Christ. I Gal. vi. 4. (L. M.) WHEN I survey the wond'rous cross, On which the Prince of Glory dy'd, My richest gain I count but loss, 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 84. Demands my soul, my life, my all. The Spirit, the Water, and the Blood, I LET all our tongues be one, To praise our God on high, Who from his bosom sent his Son, C |