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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.
That left the heav'n of his abode ;
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 :
Were bought with agonies unknown. 7 Our everlasting love is due
To him, that ransom'd sinners lost,
The vast expense his love would cost. 8 To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
HYMN 68. L. M.
Not ashamed of Christ crucified. 1 A T 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 ;
3 Let the vain world pronounce its shame,
And Aling their scandals on the cause ; We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his cross. 4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He, that was dead, has left his tomb,
HYMN 69. C. M.
His flesh is meat indeed. 1 HERE at thy table, Lord, we meet,
, To feed ; 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.
Upon th' accursed tree,
Dear Saviour, so divine :
HYMN 70. P. M.
The blood of Christ.
His royal bounty share,
And loud hosannas sing :
And waits to answer prayer :
Liké crimson doth appear ;
Did Jesus die for me ?
Were all my num'rous debts
In heav'n I too shall join
In accents all divine;
HYMN 71. C. M.
Shall stand forever good ;
And seal'd the grace with blood. . 2 To this dear cov’nant of thy word,
I set my worthless name;
And make my humble claim. 3 The light, and strength, and pard’ning grace.
And glory, shall be mine ;
My life and soul, my heart and flesh,
And all my pow'rs are thine. 4 I call that legacy my own,
Which Jesus did bequeath ; 'Twas purchas'd with his dying groan,
And ratified in death.
Who bless'd us in his will;
HYMN 72. L. M.
Worthy is the Lamb that was slain. 1 O
THE sweet wonders of that cross,
Where God the Saviour lov'd and died !
From his dear wounds, and bleeding side. 2 I would for ever speak his name
In sounds to mortal ears unknown:
And worship at his Father's throne. 3 Al hail! thou great Immanuel, hail !
Ten thousand blessings on thy name!
Our bosoms feel the sacred flame.
On earth thy regal honours raise;
HYMN 73. L. M.
Great God, is thine alone to give :
sacred song of love and praise.
2 How vast, how full, how rich, how free,
Dear Jesus, thy rich treasures be !
We gladly come for fresh supplies. 3 For this we wait upon thee, Lord,
For this we listen to thy word :
HYMN 74. C. M.
Thanksgiving. 1 ORD, at thy table I behold
The wonders of thy grace ; But most of all admire, that I
Should find a welcome place: 2 I that am all defil'd with sin,
A rebel to my God;
And trampled on his blood !
That such a soul has room !
My Jesus bids me come.
The feast was made for you : For
you I groan’d, and bled, and died,
And rose, and triumph'd too. 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,
Join all your praising pow'rs ; No theme is like redeeming love,
No Saviour is like ours.