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A61411 Hymns in commemoration of the sufferings of Our Blessed Saviour Jesus Christ compos'd for the celebration of His Holy Supper / by Joseph Stennett. Stennett, Joseph, 1663-1713. 1697 (1697) Wing S5408; ESTC R15609 19,699 58

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Could purchase our Release His Blood his Father's Wrath atones Quenches Infernal Fire Disarms Death of its venomous Sting Makes Hell's black Troops retire He gain'd this Victory alone We in the Triumph share He wore our Thorns that we with Him Might Crowns of Glory wear Thy Love O LORD our righteousness All Knowledg does transcend Divinely Free and knows no Bounds Constant and knows no End May Peace and Joy from this thy Grace In all our Souls abound So while our King at Table sits Our Tongues his Praise shall sound Of the blest Fruits of Paradise Thou giv'st us here a taste But wisely for us dost reserve The best Wine to the last To that bright endless Day when we Shall hidden Manna eat Amidst the Heavenly Eden where Our Bliss shall be compleat HYMN XXV ALL thy Created Works O LORD In Earth and Heaven above And all thy Works of Providence Speak Thee a God of Love But thy surprizing Acts of Grace To Adam's guilty Seed Loudly proclaim to all the World That God is Love indeed To Objects worthy of thy Wrath Thy boundless Love extends Thou' rt kinder to thy Enemies Than Men are to their Friends Love drew the Model of our Bliss In the Decrees Divine Conducts the Work and will at length Compleat the Vast Design Love brought Heav'n's Heir down from his Throne Into a Virgin 's Womb Fasten'd him to a Cursed Tree And laid him in a Tomb. In 's Words his Deeds his Sufferings too The Law of Kindness reign'd Love open'd all his ghastly Wounds Through which his Life was drain'd His Love as freely tenders now That meritorious Blood And broken Body to our Souls The best and sweetest Food Love carry'd him up to his Throne There to prepare us room And Love will bring him down again At last to take us home HYMN XXVI As the 100 Psalm HAst Thou my Soul thy Saviour view'd As on the Cross he hung and bled Hast seen his Bruises Wounds and Tears Seen him bow down his dying Head Hast heard how rudely he was jeer'd By them that made him groan and die Heard him amidst their cruel Scoff 's Ev'n rend the Heavens with his Cry That doleful Cry My God my God O why hast thou me now forsook Hast mark'd the Anguish of His Words The mortal Horror of his Look All this is much yet 't is not All But Thou no proper Terms canst find T' express the Torments of his Soul The inward Bruises of his Mind All this and more than thou my Soul Canst tell or think he did endure To skreen thee from his Father's Wrath And thy Eternal Bliss secure Look back once more and view his Head His Back his Hands his Feet his Side And tell if any Sight like this Is found in all the World beside No all is Dung and Dross to me But my dear JESUS crucify'd Under the Shadow of his Cross I 'll sit me down and there abide His Wounds the noblest Proofs of Love His Beauty too I there shall see Darting through his reproachful Vail It s sweet and powerful Beams on me HYMN XXVII As the 25 Psalm LORD we approach thy Throne To thee Thank-Offerings bring For in thy Temple every one Should of thy Glory sing There Thou art pleas'd to dwell There thy bright Presence shines There to thy Fav'rites Thou dost tell Thy great thy good Designs Thy Table they draw near And thy kind Welcomes meet They find the best of Dainties there All full of Heav'nly Sweet Thy Flesh is Meat indeed Thy Blood the richest Wine How blest are they whom ●hou dost seed At this kind Feast of Thine While by our Sins to Thee We fill'd a bitter Cup Thou mad'st this Noble Treat that we Might at thy Table sup May Joy with humble Fear A true Devotion raise In all who are assembled here To celebrate thy Praise So while thy Courts resound With Songs we shall confess That no such Pleasure's to be found In Tents of Wickedness And if such Feasts as this Yield so much Sweet below What Joys swim in those Floods of Bliss Which at thy right Hand flow HYMN XXVIII O LORD Thou dost a broken Heart And contrite Mind approve And wilt the humble Penitent Receive with Smiles of Love Teach us both o're our Sins to weep And in thy Grace rejoice To mix Confessions of our Guilt With a Thanksgiving Voice Let thy free Spirit 's Convincing Power Induce us to repent That Holy Oil will soften Rocks Make flinty Hearts relent Let that Reviving Comforter Seal to us pard'ning Grace Nor let the Sins we loath eclipse The Lustre of thy Face Behold our Glorious Advocate At thy right Hand inthron'd Who by the Offering of Himself Has for them all aton'd He for our great and numerous Sins Did numerous Torments bear For them the Scourges Thorns and Nails His Flesh did rudely tear Rivers of Blood ran from his Wounds His Eyes wept mournful Showers And all this Pain and Grief he felt For Crimes entirely ours LORD since our Pardon cost so dear Yet comes to us so free Whence is it that our narrow Souls Shew no more Love to Thee May this Endearing Grace of Thine A powerful Motive prove To make us love and serve Thee more Who us so much dost love HYMN XXIX As the 100 Psalm ETernal Father how Divine How Noble is this Gift of Thine That Thou shouldst send thy only Son Thy well-beloved Holy One The worthiest Object of thy Love To leave his Throne and Crown above To dwell with Mortals here below And Death for them to undergo And Thou Blest Saviour who didst come So freely from thy Heav'nly home To make thy Self a Sacrifice For thy unworthy Enemies How full of Wonder is thy Love That Thou shouldst kindly choose to move From thy illustrious Palace where The Heav'nly Host did Thee revere Where Flaming Seraphs bow'd before Thy Awful Scepter to adore Thy Holy Holy Holy Name And thy Perfections to proclaim That all this Glory Thou shouldst leave A Vail of humane Flesh receive To live in Grief and Misery And after all to bleed and die To die a Death the most accurst And of all Death 's the very worst To be with lingring Torments slain Abus'd with Scoffs and vile Disdain And all for sinful Us that we Holy and happy too might be And with Thee in thy Kingdom reign When Thou dear LORD shalt come again HYMN XXX YOU that the Holy JESUS love Make mention of his Name The great Atchievements of his Grace In thankful Verse proclaim