HYMN XXXI.

Lord, thou hast treated us
With true and living bread;
Thy body, as upon the cross,
The painful cross, it bled.

Thy blood's a precious wine,
The heart of God it chears;
With heav'nly sweets, and joys divine,
It calms our guilty fears.

A living spring thy side,
Thy pierc'd side did impart,

HYMN XXIX.

Eternal father, how divine,
How noble is this gift of thine!
That thou should'st send thy only son,
That holy, lov'd, and lovely one;

The noblest object of thy love,
To leave his throne and crown above,
To dwell with mortals here below,
And death for them to undergo!

And thou, blest saviour, who didst come
So freely from thy heav'nly home,
To make thyself a sacrifice
For criminals and enemies:

How full of wonder is that love
That could determine thee to move

HYMN XXVIII.

O Lord, thou dost a broken heart
And contrite mind approve,
Wilt humble penitents receive
With pity, joy, and love.

Teach us o'er all our sins to weep,
And in thy grace rejoice;
To mix confessions of our guilt
With a thanksgiving voice.

O let thy spirit's convincing power
Dispose us to repent;
That holy oil will soften rocks,

HYMN XXVII.

Lord, we approach thy throne,
To thee thank-offerings bring;
For in thy temple every one
Should of thy glory sing.

There thou art pleas'd to dwell,
And there thy beauty shines;
There to thy fav'rites thou dost tell
Thy great, thy good designs.

Thy table they draw near,
To which thy calls invite;

HYMN XXVI.

Hast thou, my soul, thy Saviour view'd
As on the cross he hung and bled?
Hast seen his bruises, wounds, and tears,
Seen him bow down his dying head?

Hast heard how rudely he was jeer'd
By those that made him groan and die?
Heard him amid their cruel scoffs,
Ev'n rend the heavens with his cry,

That doleful cry, my God, my God ,
O why hast thou thy son for sook!
Hast mark'd the anguish of his words,
The mortal horror of his look?

All this is much, yet 'tis not all;

HYMN XXV.

Lord, all the works thy hand has form'd
In earth and heaven above,
And all thy tracks of providence
Shew thee a God of love .

But thy surprizing acts of grace,
To Adam 's guilty seed,
Loudly proclaim to all the world,
That God is love indeed.

To object who deserve thy wrath
Thy boundless love extends;
Thou'rt kinder to thy enemies

HYMN XXIV.

Angels and Men your songs renew,
Sing all with pious mirth;
Rejoice and shout, ye heavens above,
And be thou glad, O earth.

His son the God of grace sent down
With sinful men to dwell,
The wretched captives to redeem
From the wide jaws of hell.

So heinous were our crimes, so great
Our guilt; that nothing less
Than the effusion of his blood

HYMN XXIII.

Our LORD a banquet has prepar'd,
And every hungry soul invites;
Among his friends at table sits,
To bless 'em with refin'd delights.

The grape's pure blood, and flower
Are proper symbols to describe
The heavenly bread believers eat,
The sacred wine which they imbibe.

Salem 's great prince, Melchisedeck ,
Priest of an order most divine,
The conquering patriarch met, and fed
His weary troops with bread and wine.

Of the same order Christ our Priest,

HYMN XXII.

M Y blessed Saviour, is thy love
So great, so full, so free?
Behold I give my love, my heart,
My life, my all, to thee.

I love thee for the glorious worth
In thy great self I see:
I love thee for that shameful cross
Thou hast endur'd for me.

No man of greater love can boast
Than for his friend to die:
But for thy enemies thou wast slain:

HYMN XXI.

From supper to Gethsemane
Away our blessed Lord does haste;
Thither let's follow him, and see
How he begins of death to taste.

He saw of sins an endless scroul,
Millions of sins of crimson red,
All meeting on his spotless soul,
While he stood charg'd in sinners stead.

He knew the terrors of the Lord ,
The censures of his righteous law;
Naked the bright avenging sword,
And brandish'd o'er his head he saw.

Horror and anguish on him seize,