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Hymns in commemoration of the sufferings of Our Blessed Saviour Jesus Christ compos'd for the celebration of His Holy Supper / by Joseph Stennett.
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Stennett, Joseph, 1663-1713.
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LORD whiten them from every Stain I' th' Streams of that All-cleansing Flood Each Sin of ours has been a Thorn A cruel Nail a Whip a Spear By tâ—ese thy sacred Flesh was torn These did thy Soul with Horror tear Yet every Wound of thine does yield A Balsam for a contrite Heart Which on the painful Sore distill'd Heals and allays the tort'ring Smart Amazing Love 'T is Infinite No Thoughts its endless Depth can sound Exceeding Heaven it self for Height And for Extent the World 's vast Round LORD to advance thy Praises here Increase our Light inlarge our Love And by thy Grace our Souls prepare For better Songs and Tunes above HYMN VII YOU who our LORD 's great Banquet share And welcome Places find His Table round his Praises sound With well-tun'd Voice and Mind Remember all his Acts of Love His Torments every one Whom Angels fear'd him Mortals jeer'd Blasphem'd and spat upon See 's Head all torn with Thorns his Face Divinely bright before Now marr'd more than the Sons of Men Reaking with Sweat and Gore See cruel Nails in 's Hands and Feet Piercing the tender Veins See how each Wound the blushing Ground With precious Tincture stains See his pierc'd Side spouting out Blood And Water through the Wound A Stream wherein we 're wash'd from Sin And all our Guilt is drown'd But Oh! what Terrors wrack'd his Soul In that last Agony When e're he dy'd My God he cry'd Why hast forsaken me Thus dy'd the Blessed Son of God That we might ever live There where all Bliss our Souls can wish Or can contain He 'll give Mean while the Myst'ries of his Grace At 's Table he displays That so great Love our Souls may move And Tongues to sing his Praise HYMN VIII MY Soul let all thy noblest Powers And Faculties combine Awake my Tongue and to my Thoughts Thy tuneful Numbers join All that 's within me bless and praise My Saviour and my King When He 's the Subject of the Song Who can forbear to sing Holy and Reverend is his Name How glorious and how sweet All Greatness and all Goodness too I' th' Name of JESUS meet A Name vile Men shall one day dread As now the Devils fear A Name the Heavenly Hosts adore To pardon'd Sinners dear Most dear to them by strongest Ties Of his Redeeming Love Which by a thousand Torments try'd Did always constant prove Not Death with all its poison'd Darts Could balk his Enterprize This spotless Lamb resolv'd to fall A willing Sacrifice So conquering Sin and Death and Hell In Glory did arise And in bright Triumph did ascend His Throne above the Skies Thence in due time he will return With a Celestial Train Of Saints and Angels and among Those shining Legions reign HYMN IX WIth humble Boldness trembling Joy And with a filial Fear LORD we thy Majesty address And to thy Seat draw near For Thou Great Judg of all the Earth Now on a Throne of Grace Between the wondring Cherubs Wings Reveal'st thy glorious Face Behold thy Son at thy right Hand Who kindly intercedes His Blood cries louder than our Sins And for our Pardon pleads Ah Cruel Sins how odious now And how deform'd are they While in that Crimson Fountain we Their monstrous Hew survey These with black Horror fill'd his Mind Inrag'd his Wounds with Pain These rent his trembling Heart with Grief And all his Blood did drain Tho these our Crimes all testify Our crying Guilt aloud LORD do not vail thy shining Face Within an angry Cloud Let thy Love's Rays attract from us A Penitential Dew And while our Vileness we lament Thy pard'ning Mercy shew Then tho our Sins have numerous been Like Sands upon the shore Peace like a River floats our Souls And Sins are seen no more HYMN X. As the 100 Psalm IN grateful Hymns ye Saints display IEHOVAH'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 fervent Mind that breathes his Praise With stammering Lips He 'll not disdain Eternal Father we adore Thy Love for thou didst pleasure take In bruiâ—â—ng thy Beloved Son For guilty wretched Sinners sake And Thee dear Saviour we adore Who didst endure th' invenom'd Sting Of Death and every dreadful Curse Justice provok'd by Sin could bring While we behold Thee on thy Cross In every Wound thy Love appears Dearer than Life more strong than Death Flowing in Streams of Blood and Tears To bathe our Souls defil'd by Sin LORD we approach this Sacred Flood To heal our broken Hearts we seek The Sovereign Balsam of thy Blood This is a Living Scream from whence The dying Soul new Life derives This is the Sacred Oil of Joy Which the poor drooping Spirit revives O King of Glory shine on us Who do thy Table now surround Let not our Sins Eclipse thy Face Since such a Ransom thou hast found HYMN XI As the 25 Psalm IMmortal Praise be given And Glory in the high'st To th' God of Peace who sent from Heaven His own beloved Christ To be an Offering made For fallen Adam's Sons On him our pressing Sins were laid For them his Blood atones Such Torments he endur'd As none ' ere felt before That Joy and Bliss might be secur'd To us for evermore Hurri'd from Bar to Bar With Blows and Scoffs abus'd Revil'd by Herod's Men of War With Pilate's Scourges bruis'd His sweet and Reverend Face With Spittle was profan'd That Visage full of Heav'nly Grace With his own Blood was stain'd Stretch'd on the cruel Tree He bled and groan'd and cry'd And in a mortal Agony Languish'd a while and dy'd But dying left a Wound On the Old Serpent's Head For which no Cure can e're be found And soon rose from the Dead Then did to Heav'n ascend That we might thither go Where Love and Praises have no end Where Joys no Changes know HYMN XII GRacious Redeemer how Divine How wondrous is thy Love The Subject of th' Eternal Songs Of Blessed Spirits Above Join in the sacred Harmony Saints here on Earth below To praise Immanuel from whose Name All fragrant Odors flow He left his Crown he left his Throne By his Great Father's side Wore Thorns sustain'd a heavy Cross And on't was crucify'd His was the Torment his the Curse Tho all the Guilt was ours To cleanse us on our Leprous Souls His Vital Blood he pours Behold how every Wound of his A
see With a more piercing Sight HYMN XIX SING Hallelujah to our LORD Who nâ—â—ly entertains His Friends with â—read of Life and Wine That issu'd from his Veins He gave his Body to be broke And unto Death to bleed That we his Sacred Blood might drink And on his Flesh might feed A bitter Cup with Terror fill'd He drank off for our sake That we might of those heav'nly Sweets His Table yields partake As when he suffer'd he became Both Sacrifice and Priest So at his Supper he is both Th' Inviter and the Feast We sup with him and on him too At 's Table he presides As Ruler of the Feast his share To every Soul divides While he Love's Banner here displays O're our Triumphant Heads Sin dies and Grace revives and soon It s precious Odor spreads Nor are our Pleasures bounded here For he 's gone to prepare Mansions where Heavenly Manna shall Be our Eternal Fare HYMN XX. As the 25 Psalm GLory to God on high Good Will to Men below If thus the Friendly Angels cry Mortals may well do so Those Spirits free from Sin No bloody Offering need No 't was for Men who 'd guilty been Our Saviour came to bleed Yet the kind Heav'nly Host With shouting rend the Sky Glad that the Thrones their Fellows lost Redeem'd Men shall supply What good what welcome News What wondrous Love is here That God his Only Son should bruise So Lovely and so Dear That poor Apostate Man In Heav'n might ever dwell Who with wild Fury headlong ran The way that leads to Hell Dear LORD with what Surprize Do we thy Sufferings trace And mark thy Wounds thy Groans thy Cries Thy Sorrows and Disgrace For all this hast Thou born To expiate our Guilt Thy Flesh to heal our Sores was torn Thy Blood to cleanse us spilt Thy Shame deserves Renown Thy Cross a Princely Throne Well thou becom'st a Royal Crown Who wor'st a thorny one And one day Thou our King In Glory wilt appear And Troops of Saints and Angels bring T' attend thy Triumph here Glory to God on High Good Will to Men below If thus the Friendly Angels cry Mortals may well do so HYMN XXI As the 100 Psalm FROM Supper to Gethsemane Away our Blessed LORD did haste Thither let 's follow Him and see How he begins of Death to taste He saw of Sins an endless Scrowl Millions of Sins of Crimson Red All meeting on his spotless Soul While he stood charg'd in Sinners stead He knew the Terrors of the LORD The Censures of his Righteous Law Naked the bright avenging Sword And brandish'd o're his Head he saw Horror and Anguish on him seize His Soul 's bow'd down with mortal Fears He cries out as his Griefs increase Sweats Drops of Blood weeps Floods of Tears But who can tell how much he felt On that Curs'd Tree whereon he dy'd While 's Heart like flowing Wax did melt His Strength was like a Potsherd dry'd There as his panting Body hung The Powers of Darkness all combin'd Their flaming Arrows at him flung To fill with thousand Wounds his Mind Men by whose cruel Hands he bled Ungrateful Men for whom he dy'd As void of Pity as of Dread Blaspheme him and his Pains deride His very Friends like timorous Sheep Are scatter'd from their Shepherd now His Father's Anger wounds him deep And down to Death all makes him bow No Pains no Cost our God would spare Revolted Sinners to regain That they might Robes of Glory wear And with him in his Kingdom reign Praise him ye Angels round his Throne Who us in Thought and Might excel Praise him his Servants every one Who in these lower Regions dwell HYMN XXII MY Blessed Saviour is thy Love So great so full so free Behold I give my Love my Heart My Life my All to Thee I love Thee for the glorious Worth In thy Great Self I see I love Thee for that shameful Cross Thou hast endur'd for me No Man of greater Love can boast Than for his Friend to die But for thy Enemies thou wast slain What Love with thine can vie Tho in the very Form of God With brightest Glory crown'd Down thou didst stoop to take our Flesh Besieg'd with Troubles round Thou wouldst like wretched Man become In every thing but Sin That we as like to Thee might be As we unlike have been Like Thee in Faith in Meekness Love In every beauteous Grace From Glory unto Glory chang'd As we behold thy Face O LORD I 'll treasure in my Soul The Mem'ry of this Love And thy Dear Name shall still to me A grateful Odor prove Thy Friends the Excellent on Earth Shall be my great Delight And when alone I 'll make thy Law My Study Day and Night Where Thou dost pitch thy Tent and where Thy Honour designs to dwell There I 'll fix mine and there reside There thy Love's Wonders tell There of thy Love full Draughts I 'll take To chear this Heart of mine Thy Love more fragrant and more sweet Than Bowls of Generous Wine HYMN XXIII As the 100 Psalm OUR LORD a Banquet has prepar'd And to 't each hungry Soul invites Whom He at 's holy Table meets To bless with most refin'd Delights The Grape 's pure Blood and Flower of Wheat He fitly uses to describe The Heavenly Bread Believers eat The Sacred Wine which they imbibe Salem's Great Prince Melchizedeck Priest of an Order most Divine The Conquering Patriarch met and fed His weary Troops with Bread and Wine After his Order Christ a Priest The other's Antitype and Lord For Bread his broken Body gives And does for Wine his Blood afford This Blessed King of Righteousness This Prince of Peace his Saints to feed Victorious Saints that follow him Was willing ev'n to Death to bleed From Thee alone our Spiritual Life We did at first O LORD derive By Thee the true and living Bread Our Souls are daily kept alive And to Thee we resolve to live Whose Grace will still our Life sustain So we at last shall live with Thee With Thee Eternally shall reign HYMN XXIV SING to Iehovah a new Song Sing all with pious Mirth Rejoice and shout ye Heavens above And be thou glad O Earth The God of Grace sent down his Son With sinful Men to dwell To draw the wretched Captives back Ev'n from the Jaws of Hell So hainous were our Crimes so great Our Guilt that nothing less Than the Effusion of his Blood