198 HYMNS. V. VI. VII. VIII. [Book III. 5 Now tho' he reigns exalted high, His love is still as great ; Well he remembers Calvary, .Nor lets his saints forget. 6 [Here we behold his bowels roll As kind as when he dy'd, And see the sorrows of his soul Bleed thro' his wounded side.] _4 [Here we receive repeated seals Of Jesus'.. dying love Hard is the wretch that never feels One soft affection move.] 8 Here let ourhearts begin to melt, While we his death record, And, with our joy for pardon'd guilt, Mourn that we pieced the Lord. HYMN V. (C. M.) Christ the bread of life, John vi. 31, 35, 39, 1 LET us adore th' eternal Word, 'Tis he our souls has fed : Thou art our living stream, O Lord, And thou th' immortal bread. 2 [The manna came from lower skies, But Jesus from above, [rise, Where the fresh springs of pleasure And rivers flow with love, 3 The Jews, thefathers, dy'd at last, Who ate that heav'nly bread; But those provisions which we taste Can raise us from the dead.] 4 Bless'd be the Lord that gives his flesh To nourish dying men And often spreads his table fresh. Lest we should faint again, 5 Our souls shall draw their heav'nly breath Whilst Jesus finds supplies: Nor shall our graces sink to death, For Jesus never dies. 6 Daily our mortal flesh decays, Bnt:Christ our life shall come ; " His nnresisted -pow'r shallraise Our bodies from the tomb. HYMN VI. (L. M.) The memorial of ourabsent Lord. John xvi. lo. Lukexxii. 19. John xiv. ß. 1 JESUS is gone above the skies, Where our weaksenses reach him not: And carnal objectscourt our eyes. To thrust ourSaviour from our thought. 2 He knows what wand'ring hearts we have, Apt to forget his - lovely face And, to refretb our minds, he gave These kind memorials of his grace. " 3 The Lord of life this table spread With bis own flesh and dying blood ; We, on the rich provision feed, And taste the wine, and bless thc'. God. 4 Let sinful sweets be forgot, And earth grow less in our esteem ; Christ and his love fill ev'ry thoughts And faith and hope be fix'd on him. 5 While he is absent from our sight, 'Tis to prepare our souls a place, That we may dwell in heav'nly light, And live for ever near his face. 6 [Our eyes look upwards to the hills Whenceour return in gLordshall come; We wait thy chariot's awful wheels, To fetch our longing spirits home.] HYMN VII. (L. M.) Crucifixion to the world, by the cross of Christ, Gal. vi. 14. 1 WHEN I surveythe wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory dy'd, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid )t. Lord, that I- should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God All the vain things that charmme most, I sacrifice them to. his blood. 3 See frown his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose so rich a crown'? 4 [His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o'er his body on the tree; Then am I dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me.] 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a presentfar too small: Love so amazing, no divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. HYMN VIII. (C. M.) The tree of life. 1 [COME, let us join a joyful tune To our exalted lord, Ye saints on high around his throne, And we around his board. 2 While once upon this lower ground Weary and faint ye stood, Whet dear refreshments here ye found From this immortal food'. '3 The Tree of Life, that near the throne In heav'n's high garden' grows, Laden with grace, bends gently down Its ever -smiling boughs. 4 [Hoy'ring amongst the leaves, there stands The sweet celestial Dove, And Jesus on the branches hangs The banner of his love.] 5 ['Tis a youngheav'n of strange delight While in his shade we sit; His fruit is pleasing to the sight, And to the taste as sweet. 6 New life it spreads thro' dying hearts, T;lnd cheers the drooping mind ? Vigour and joy the juke imparts, Without a sting behind.]
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