This living food descends from heaven, As manna to the Jews was giv'n. 5 This precious food my heart revives, What strength, what nourishment it gives! O let me ever more be fed With this divine, celestial bread! BRIDEGROOM. XCHI. L. M. FAWCETT. Bridegroom and husband; or, the Marriage between Christ and the Soul. JESUS, the heavenly lover, gave His life my wretched soul to save Resolv'd to make his mercy known, He kindly claims me for his own. 2 Rebellious, I against him strove "Till melted and constrain'd by love; With sin, and self I freely part, The heavenly bridegroom wins my heart... And long to love and praise thee more. 1 Y MORNING STÁR, XCIV. L. M. BEDDOME. Bright and Morning Star. Rev. xxii. 16. How faint, and few, compar'd with his. 3 Its cheering beams, spread wide abroad, Corner-Stone. 1 Pet. ii. 6. Isa. xxviii. 16, 17. LORD, dost thou show a corner-stone For us to build our hopes upon, That the fair edifice may rise 2 We own the work of sov'reign love, Nor death nor hell the hopes shall move, Which fix'd on this foundation stand, Laid by thine own almighty hand. 3 Thy people long this stone have tried, And all the powers of hell defy'd; Floods of temptation beat in vain ; Well doth this rock the house sustain.. 4 When storms of wrath around prevail, Whirlwind and thunder, fire, and hail, "Fis here our trembling souls shall hide, And here securely they abide: 5 While they that scorn this precious stone, DESIRE OF ALL NATIONS. Desire of all Nations. Hag. ii. 7. Cant. i. 3. Thy uncreated beauties shine 2. Sinners from carth's remotest end To thee their prayers and vows ascend 3 Thy name as precious ointment shed, 4 Millions of happy spirits live On thy exhaustless store; From thee they all their bliss receive, 5 Thou art their triumph and their joy: Thy glories will their tongues employ THE DOOR. XCVII. C. M. Stanford tune. DODDRIDGE. The Door. 1 John x. 9. Hosea ii. 15. A WAKE, our souls, and bless his name, Whose mercies never fail; Who opens wide a door of hope 2 Behold the portal wide display'd, 3 Enter my soul, with cheerful haste, 4 O may thy grace the nations lead, All trav❜lling through one beauteous gate, FORERUNNER. XCVIII. L. M. DODDRIDGE. 1 JESUS the Lord, our souls adore, G 2 His race for ever is complete; His meanest servants share their part, 4 Raise, raise, my soul, thy raptur'd sight, XCIX. C. M. CowPER. • THE HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, And sinners plung'd beneath that flood, 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day; O may I there, though vile as he, 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Till all the ransom'd church of God 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream |