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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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True they the highest Thoughts surpass Can't be in Words exprest Yet something of 'em you may tell And wonder out the rest Remember all his mighty Deeds And all his Sufferings too How he abas'd his Glorious Self To bleed and die for you Remember all the Shame and Scorn The Vinegar and Gall The gaping Wounds thrô which he pour'd His Blood his Life and All. His Vertues and his Miserie 's Both numberless were found Sorrows from Earth from Heaven and Hell His innocent Soul surround Crucify'd by the worst of Men Forsaken by the best With th' endless Number of our Sins Sins endless Weight oppress'd He felt the Curses of the Law His Father's Wrath sustain'd Endur'd the cruel shock of all The Powers of Hell unchain'd But after all victorious He In Triumph did ascend And now prepares us Crowns and Thrones And Joys that ne're shall end HYMN XXXI As the 25 Psalm LORD Thou hast giv'n to us The True and Living Bread Thy Body as upon the Cross The painful Cross it bled Thy Blood 's a precious Wine The Heart of God it chears With Heav'nly Sweets and Joys Divine It calms our guilty Fears A Living Spring thy Side Thy pierc'd Side did impart Through which a vital Juice did slide Down from thy melting Heart This Crimson Stream with those Thy Hands and Feet did yield A Bath for Sinners does compose In which they 're cleans'd and heal'd Such Blessings LORD in Thee If at thy Cross we meet What Joys will in thy Kingdom be O how Divinely sweet When Thou with Glory crown'd Thy Saints on Thrones wilt place And satiate all thy Guests around With th' Vision of thy Face From that blest Paradise None e're shall be exil'd None by a Serpent's tempting Voice Of Joy and Life beguil'd The Tree of Life shall chase Death thence and all its Fears Rivers of Pleasure there have place And there are none of Tears HYMN XXXII As the 100 Psalm LET all who love our Saviour's Name That Name so full of Heav'nly Grace In Songs of Triumph spread his Fame Through every Age and every Place He kindly laid aside his Crown And Robes of awful Majesty And in a Servant's Form came down To bear a Cross and on it die With Tears and Sweat and Blood besmear'd This Holy Lamb was sacrific'd By the rude Multitude was jeer'd And by profaner Priests despis'd But dying thus he pluck'd the Sting From Death and rising from the Grave He triumph'd o're the mighty King Of Terrors as a Captive Slave Then to his Heav'nly Throne was rais'd From whence he 'll come again to be Throughout the World ador'd and prais'd By every Tongue and every Knee Tho Tears and Blood and Spittle here Clouded profan'd and marr'd his Face The Mid-day Sun is not so clear Now 't is adorn'd with every Grace The Heav'nly Hosts his Beauties praise While clad in glorious Robes of Light He darts innumerable Rays Around for mortal Eyes too bright Of this his Glory they 'll partake Who once deform'd and odious were For that pure Blood he shed can make A Leprous Soul all clean and fair Their Bodies too he will refine Vile Bodies under which they groan Shall with Immortal Beauty shine Render'd all lovely like his Own HYMN XXXIII WHat wondrous things do we behold At this Mysterious Board What copious Matter for a Song Of Praises they afford Extended on a Cross we see The Lord whom we adore Both giving and receiving Wounds Bath'd in Triumphant Gore No Victor's Robe so rich a Dye Before did ever stain No Champion such a Victory Before did ever gain Glory and Strength his Torments add To all his mighty Deeds His Enemies fly and fall the more The more he groans and bleeds Tho the Law 's Curse lights on his Head While Satan wounds his Heel His Body 's bruis'd by Men his Heart Death's cruel Sting doth feel Yet with firm Courage he o're all Bears up his Conquering Head Till on their Captive Necks his Feet In solemn Triumph tread This Shock our LORD sustain'd Alone But makes us share the Spoils He felt his Father's dreadful Frowns That we might have his Smiles To cure our Wounds and putrid Sores Was pierc'd in every Limb His Cross our Tree of Life became A Tree of Death to him But tho once Dead He 's now Alive And lives for ever-more Then let his Saints who in Him live His Sacred Name adore HYMN XXXIV As the 100 Psalm COME let us all who here have seen And tasted too our Saviour's Grace From his bless'd Table to his Cross In Thought his weary Footsteps trace Let 's trace Him up to Calvary Not flag as once his Followers did Who when they 'd at his Table supp'd Forsook their suffering Lord and fled Into the Garden first he goes Where Mortal Fears beset him round Sins pressing Weight bows down his Soul And sinks his Body to the Ground Here prostrate as he lay he groans And pours out Prayers with fervent Cries Till he sweats Drops of Blood to mix With Floods that issue from his Eyes Yet are his Sorrows but begun By one Disciple he 's betray'd Another Him with Oaths denies The rest all run like Sheep afraid Falsly accus'd he 's doom'd to die Loaded with Blasphemy and Scorn He 's rudely buffeted and bound His Sacred Flesh with Scourges torn His Temples wear a Wreath of Thorns His Reverend Face is spit upon His weary Shoulders bear a Cross And afterward he 's nail'd thereon Between two Thieves he lingring dies While thousand Tortures on Him meet His Heart 's dissolv'd within his Blood Flows out in Streams from Hands and Feet These Streams join'd with that other Flood That gush'd out from his wounded Side Do make a Sovereign Bath wherein The Leprous Soul is purify'd HYMN XXXV HAppy are they our LORD has chose In his blest Courts to dwell His Praises still their Thoughts employ Their Tongues his Glory tell There He his Loveliness makes known To all who love his Name And is to them a glorious Crown And beauteous Diadem With a Celestial Banquet there His Table 's richly spread The Wine 's the Tincture of his Veins His Body is the Bread To this blest Treat he calls his Friends And bids 'em seast thereon Pours fragrant Oil upon their Heads Gives Robes to every one Nay every contrite Mind to him A Holy Temple proves For humble Souls are his Delight And He dwells where he loves He at the Door of every Heart Does his kind Calls
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