With hearty Thanksgiving his Death to record: The Living, the Living fhould fing of the LORD:

III.

He hallow'd the Cup which now we receive,
The Pledge of our Hope with JESUS to live,
(Where Sorrow and Sadnefs fhall never be found)
With Glory and Gladness eternally crown'd.

IV.

The Fruit of the Vine, (the Joy it implies)
Again we fhall join to drink in the Skies;
Exult in his favour, our Triumph renew,
And I, faith the SAVIOUR, will drink it with
[you.*

HYMN CLVI.

On the Crucifixion.

I.

EARTS of Stone, relent, relent,
Break, by JESUS' Crofs fubdu'd,

See his Body mangled, rent,
Cover'd with a Gore of Blood!
Sinful Soul, what haft thou done?
Murther'd GOD's eternal SON!

II.

Yes, our Sins have done the Deed,
Drove the Nails that fix'd him there,
Crown'd with Thorns his facred Head,
Pierc'd him with the Soldier's Spear,
Made his Soul a Sacrifice;

For a finful World he dies!

III.

Shall we let him die in vain ?

Still to Death pursue our God!

P

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If. xxxviii. 19.

Matt. xxvi. 29.

Open tear his Wounds again,*
Trample on his precious Blood?
No; with all our Sins we'd part,
SAVIOUR, give a broken † Heart!

'T

HYMN CLVII.

ANOTHER.

Matt. xxvii. 50-54.

I.

IS done! th' atoning Work is done!
JESUS the World's REDEEMER dies!
All Nature feels th' important Groan
Loud echoing thro' the Earth and Skies;
The Earth doth to her Center quake,
And Heav'n as Hell's deep Gloom is black!
II.

The Temple's Veil is rent in twain,
While JESUS meekly bows his Head,
The Rocks refent his mortal Pain,

The yawning Graves give up their Dead,
The Bodies of the Saints arife,

Reviving as their SAVIOUR dies.

III.

And fhall not we his Death partake,

In fympathetic Anguish groan?

O SAVIOUR let thy Paffion fhake

Our Earth, and rend our Hearts of Stone !

To fecond Life our Souls reftore,

And wake us that we fleep no more!

HYMN

*Heb. vi. 6.

+ If. lxi. 1.

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HYMN CLVIII.

ANOTHER.

I.

GOD of unexampled Grace,

REDEEMER of Mankind,

Matter of eternal Praise,
We in thy Paffion find;
Still our choiceft Strains we bring,
Still the joyful Theme purfue,
Thee the Friend of Sinners fing,
Whofe Love is ever new.

II.

Endless Scenes of wonder rife
With that myfterious Tree,
Crucify'd before our Eyes

Where we our Maker fee:
JESUS, LORD, what haft Thou done!
Publish we the Death Divine,
Stop, and gaze, and fall, and own,,
Never was Love like Thine !
III.

Never Love nor Soriow was
Like that our JESUS fhew'd;
See him ftretch'd on yonder Crofs
And cruth'd beneath our Load!
Now discern the DEITY,

Now his heav'nly Birth declare !
Faith cries out, 'Tis He, 'tis He,
My God that fuffers there.!

LORD

IV.

LORD we blefs Thee for thy Grace,
And Truth which never fail,
Haft'ning to behold thy Face,
Without a dimming Veil !
We fhall fee our heav'nly King,
All thy glorious Love proclaim,
Help the Angel-quire to fing
Our dear triumphant LAMB.

A1

HYMN CLIX.

I.

LL hail thou fuff'ring Son of GoD, Who didft thefe Myfteries ordain; Communion of thy Flesh and Blood, Sure Inftruments thy Grace to gain; Type of the heav'nly* Marriage-feast, Pledge of our everlasting Rest.

II.

JESUS, thine own with Pity fee,

Our helpless Unbelief remove; Impow'r us to remember Thee,

Give us the Faith that works by Love: The Faith which Thou haft giv'n Increase, And fill us with thy glorious Peace.

FA

HYMN CLX.

I.

ATHER, GOD, who fee'ft in Me,
Only Sin and Mifery,

See thine own anointed One,
Look on thy beloved SON.

* Rev. xix. 9.

Turs

II.

Turn from Me thy glorious Eyes
To that bloody Sacrifice,

To the full Atonement made,
To the utmost Ransom paid.

III.

To the Blood that ‡ speaks above;
'Calls for thy forgiving Love:
To the Tokens of his Death,
Here exhibited beneath.

*

IV.

Hear his Blood's prevailing Cry,
Let thy Bowels then reply;
Then thro' him the Sinner fee,
Then in JESUS look on Me!

G

HYMN CLXI.

I.

OD of all redeeming Grace, By thy pard'ning Love compell'd,, Up to Thee our Souls we raife, Up to thee our Bodies yield.

Thou our Sacrifice receive,
Acceptable through thy Son ;
While to Thee alone we live,
While we die to Thee alone..
III.

Juft it is, and good, and right,
That we should be wholly Thine,

In thine only Will delight,
In thy bleffed Service join.

P3..

1 Heb. xii. 24,

V. Ixiii. 159