3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame, And help was far, and death was nigh! But, at the gospel call, we came, And ev'ry want receiv'd supply. 4 From the highway that leads to hell, From paths of darkness and despair, Lord, we are come with thee to dwell, Glad to enjoy thy presence here. 5 What shall we pay the eternal Son, That left the heav'n of his abode ; And to this wretched earth came down,. To bring his wand'rers back to God! 6 It cost him death to save our lives; To buy our souls, it cost his own : And all the unknown joys he gives, Were bought with agonies unknown. 7 Our everlasting love is due To him, that ransom'd sinners lost, And pitied rebels, when he knew The vast expense his love would cost. 8 To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory giv'n, By all on earth, and all in heav'n. 1 HYMN 68. L. M. Not ashamed of Christ crucified. AT thy command, our dearest Lord, Here we attend thy dying feast; Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board, And thine own flesh feeds ev'ry guest. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, And trusts for life in one that died; We hope for heav'nly crowns above, From a Redeemer crucified. 3 Let the vain world pronounce its shame, 1 HYMN 69. C. M. His flesh is meat indeed. HERE at thy table, Lord, we meet, To feed on food divine; Thy body is the bread we eat, Thy precious blood the wine. 2 He, that prepares this rich repast, Himself comes down and dies; And then invites us thus to feast Upon the sacrifice. 3 Here peace and pardon sweetly flow; O what delightful food! We eat the bread, and drink the wine, But think on nobler good. 4 The bitter torment he endur'd, Upon th' accursed tree, For me, each welcome guest may say, 'Twas all sustain'd for me. 5 Sure there was never love so free, Well may'st thou claim that heart of me, HYMN 70. P. M. The blood of Christ. E sin-sick souls draw near, 1 His royal bounty share, And loud hosannas sing: Here mercy reigns, here peace abounds, Were all my num'rous debts Yes, Jesus died-the work is done; 4 On earth I'll sing his love, And see my Saviour face to face, HYMN 71. C. M. This Cup is the New-Testament in my blood. TH He said, and gave his soul to death, I seal th' engagement to my Lord, 3 The light, and strength, and pard'ning grace. And glory, shall be mine; My life and soul, my heart and flesh, 4 I call that legacy my own, 'Twas purchas'd with his dying groan, And ratified in death. 5 Sweet is the mem'ry of his name, And to his testament of love, HYMN 72. L. M. Worthy is the Lamb that was slais. Where God the Saviour lov'd and died! 1 TH HYMN 73. L. M. Thanksgiving. HE food on which thy children live, Great God, is thine alone to give: And we, for grace receiv'd, would raise sacred song of love and praise. 2 How vast, how full, how rich, how free, HYMN 74. C. M. Thanksgiving. LORD, at thy table I behold I that have crucified his Son, 3 What strange surprising grace is this, 4 Eat, O my friends, the Saviour cries, 5 With trembling faith, and bleeding heart, Lord, I accept thy love: 'Tis a rich banquet I have had, What will it be above? 6 Ye saints below, and hosts of heav'n, No theme is like redeeming love, 1 |