The Agonies of Christ. (C. M.) Now Our sufferings are not worth a thought, 2 In lively figures here we see The bleeding Prince of love; 3 Our humble faith here takes her rise, 4 His soul what agonies it felt, When his own God withdrew! 5 But the divinity within, Dying, he conquer'd hell and sin, 6 Grace, wisdom, justice, join'd and wrought The wonders of that day: No mortal tongue, nor mortal thought, 7 Our hymns should sound like those above, Could we our voices raise; Yet, Lord, our hearts shall all be love, 90. The Provisions for the Table of our Lord; or the Tree of Life, and River of Love. (C. M.) ORD, we adore thy bounteous hand, Where sweet celestial dainties stand, 2 The tree of life adorns the board And ne'er an angry flaming sword 3 The cup stands crown'd with living juice; And runs down streaming for our use, 4 The food's prepar'd by heav'nly art, They spread new life through every heart, 5 Shout and proclaim the Saviour's love, 6 A thousand glories to the God 91. The triumphal Feast for Christ's Victory over Sin, and Death, and Hell. (C. M.) 1 COM NOME, let us lift our voices high, And join the songs above the sky, 2 Jesus, the God that fought and bled, 3 Jesus, the God, invites us here, And brings immortal blessings down, 4 The Lord! how glorious is his face! 5" For you, the children of my love, "Behold my hands, behold my feet, 6" These are the wounds for you I bore, "When I came down to free your souls 7"Justice unsheath'd its fiery sword, 8" When hell and all its spiteful powers, yours, 9" But while I bled, and groan'd, and dy'd, I ruin'd Satan's throne, "High on my cross I hung, and spy'd 66 The monster tumbling down. 10" Now you must triumph at my feast, 11 Victorious God! what can we pay We would devote our hearts away, 12 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise, But themes so infinite as these Exceed our noblest songs. 92. Pardon and Strength from Christ. (C.M.) 1 FAT ATHER, we wait to feel thy grace, The Lord will his own table bless, And make the feast divine. 2 We touch, we taste the heav'nly bread, With outward forms our sense is fed, 3 We shall appear before the throne Drest in the garments of his Son, 4 We shall be strong to run the race, 5 Let us indulge a cheerful frame, 93. 1 We love the mem❜ry of his name Divine Glories and Graces. (C. M.) HOW OW are thy glories here display'd, 2 Here thy revenging justice stands, 3 Thy saints attend with every grace And love appears with cheerful face, 4 Our hope in waiting posture sits, |