HYMN X.

I N grateful hymns, ye saints, display
J EHOVAH'S grace and boundless love;
A love, whose flame inspires the songs
Of all the heav'nly host above.

Tho we on earth can't sing like them,
Let's praise him in a lower strain:
A servent mind, that breathes his praise
With stammering lips, he'll not disdain,

Eternal Father, we adore
Thy love, that mov'd thee to expose
The sacred body of thy son
To bear the wounds due to thy foes.

And thee, dear Saviour, we adore,

HYMN IX.

With humble boldness, trembling joy,
With hope and awful fear,
Lord , we thy majesty address,
And to thy seat draw near.

For thou, great judge of all the earth,
Now on a throne of grace,
Between the wond'ring cherubs wings
Reveal'st thy glorious face.

At thy right-hand behold thy son,
Who kindly intercedes:
His blood crys louder than our sins,

HYMN. VI.

Descend, O king of saints, descend:
By thy free spirit's vital heat
Fresh joys to every soul extend,
That at thy table finds a seat.

O prince of peace, bless thou this board
With those sweet smiles which angels chear.
O give us peace; and tell us, Lord,
We're pardon'd, and accepted here.

As thou our hungry souls hast fed,
Our thirsty souls sustain'd with wine;
Nourish us with this heav'nly bread,
And with this sacred blood of thine.

Teach us to wash our garments clean

HYMN V.

To us our god his love commends,
When by our sins undone;
That he might spare his enemies,
He would not spare his son;

His only son, on whom he plac'd
All his delight and love,
Before he form'd the earth below,
Or spread the heavens above.

He charg'd the darling of his soul
To veil his glorious face,
To wear our mortal flesh, and feel

HYMN IV.

Behold the king of glory sits
At table with his guests:
Welcomes them all with gracious smiles,
Them all with dainties feasts.

No common food he here presents,
No common drink provides:
For meat he gives his flesh; for wine
The spear his heart divides.

Lord, give us faith to raise our thoughts
Beyond the views of sense:
Teach us thy myst'ries to discern,

HYMN III.

That doleful night, when our dear Lord
Into the garden did retreat,
To vent his grief in groans, and cries,
In tears, and in a bloody sweat;

That ne'er to be forgotten night,
When our redeemer was betray'd;
Before his sufferings he took bread,
Gave thanks to God, broke it, and said:

Take, eat; this is my body broke
For you upon the cursed tree:
Perform this ord'nance as I do,
And when you do't, remember me.

He took the cup too, crown'd with wine,

HYMN II.

Thou art all love, my dearest Lord,
Thou art all lovely too:
Thy love I at thy table taste,
Thy loveliness I view.

Thy divine beauty, veil'd with flesh,
Thy enemies despise;
Thy mangled body they disdain,
And turn from thee their eyes.

But thou more lovely art to me
For all that thou hast borne:
Each cloud sets off thy lustre more;

O Thou whom angels with their hymns address!
To whom all knees must bow, all tongues confess!
Sacred to thee, this sacrifice of praise
A willing hand upon thy altar lays;
Encourag'd by that goodness which approves
A poor man's gift, tho but a pair of doves.
May I have one accepting smile from thee;
'Tis more than all the world's applause to me.
Happy! if I a contrite spirit bring,
And feel my breast warm'd with the love I sing;
Happy! if these my songs successful prove
To make one sinner look on thee, and love;

C ANTICLE

" O Day so bright,
Bring thou my Love to me,
In blinding, deep delight
And ecstacy.

" O Night so wide,
So black, keep close till He,
The light within my side
Seen, comes to me.

" O wandering Wind,
Sing in His ears the sum
Of longing, mad His mind,
Compel He come.

" Earth I adore,
From whom to whom I go,
Bring Him to me before

PART IV.

King Solomon a field possest,
Baal-hamon field with plenty blest:
With vines of noblest kind 'twas set
This vineyard he to keepers let;
These for the fruit agreed to bring
A thousand shekels to the king.
That fertile vineyard I possess,
I always keep, and fence, and dress:
A thousand silver shekels are,
O Solomon, thy rightful share;
And those two hundred which remain,
To them that keep the fruit pertain.

The Bridegroom .

O thou who dwelst in gardens fair,