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Hymns for the Lord's Supper - Hymn 17

HYMN XVII.

Wherewith shall I a sinful worm
Jehovah's holy place draw nigh?
With what oblations shall I bow
Before the throne of God most high?

Shall I burnt-offerings to him bring,
Calves taken from their tender dams?
Will God be pleas'd, if I should slay
A thousand and a thousand rams?

Shall I upon his altar pour
Rivers of oil ten thousand times;
Or my first-born an offering make,
To expiate my odious crimes?

No — — God is so incens'd by sin,
Such offerings all would be in vain;

Hymns for the Lord's Supper - Hymn 16

HYMN XVI.

How sweet, how charming is the place,
With God's bright presence crown'd!
Happy his children, who his board
As olive-plants surround.

Eat of this feast, says he, my friends,
Who to my courts repair;
Come, dearest children, freely drink
The wine which I prepare.

L ORD , we accept thy bounteous treat,
With wonder, joy, and love:
O may we in thy house have place,

Hymns for the Lord's Supper - Hymn 14

HYMN XIV.

When sin had brought death, with a train
Of miseries on the guilry world;
And wretched man was doom'd to be
Into eternal darkness hurl'd;

Where the tormenting worm, that gnaws
The festering conscience, ne'er expires;
Where tort'ring brimstone always feeds
The ne'er-to-be-extinguish'd fires:

When justice wav'd the flaming sword
Of vengeance o'er the sinner's head;
The son of God stept in, and stay'd
The mortal stroke, and thus he said:

Tho all the offerings men can bring