precious Balm distils Which heals the Scars that Sin had made With Joy the Sinner fills Those Wounds are Mouths that preach his Grace The Characters of Love The Seals of our expected Bliss In Paradise above We see thee at thy Table LORD By Faith with great Delight But shall have fuller Joys when Faith Is wholly turn'd to Sight HYMN XIII LORD how Divine's this Gift of thine The Gospel does propose Thou giv'st thy Son thy only One A Ransom for thy Foes And Christ we find with ready Mind Himself does freely give An Offering whole Body and Soul To make dead Sinners live The Spirit Divine for this Design Lights on him like a Dove The Sacred Three in One agree In this great Act of Love Justice and Grace here both have place With equal Splendor shine No Gift could be so full so free So great and so Divine Blest Saviour why should we deny To thee at thy Desire An Offering whole Body and Soul As Reason does require Since thou for us didst bear a Cross For us upon it die How great should be our Love to Thee Our Praises O how high HYMN XIV As the 100 Psalm WHen Sin had brought Death with a Train Of Miseries on the guilty World And wretched Man was doom'd to be Into Eternal Darkness hurl'd Where the tormenting Worm that gnaws Th' inraged Conscience ne're expires Where Tort'ring Brimstone always feeds The ne're to be extinguish'd Fires When Justice wav'd the flaming Sword Of Vengeance o're the Sinner's Head The Son of God steps in and stays The Mortal Stroke and thus he said Tho all the Offerings Men can bring Can't for one single Crime atone O God I come to do thy Will I 'll bear their numerous Sins alone The humane Nature I 'll assume Humane Infirmities I 'll wear Hunger and Thirst and Weariness Sorrows and Pains I 'll freely bear Reproaches tho they 'll break my Heart I am resolv'd to undergo I 'll suffer all that 's on me laid By God above or Men below Tho all th' Infernal Powers conspire My Great Design to overthrow Through Showers of firy Darts from Hell And through Death's horrid Vale I 'll go Thus said the Father soon reply'd Content I have a Ransom found Dear Son to save the ruin'd World Ev'n thee I with Delight shall wound Go execute thy brave Resolves Thy Sufferings shall rewarded be Many Thou shalt redeem the rest Shall all at last be judg'd by Thee How precious are these Thoughts of thine How glorious LORD these Acts of Love For these we sing thy Praise below For these Thou' rt better prais'd above HYMN XV. HOw many Miracles of Love What Mysteries of Grace Has th' Ever-blessed Iesus shown To Adam's sinful Race That he should humbly condescend Our mortal Flesh to wear Our Sicknesses and Sorrows too And numerous Sins to bear Was 't not enough thou Holy One To lay aside thy Crown And in a Servant's Form on Earth To wander up and down Was 't not enough with Sighs and Tears Our Miseries to deplore To teach us by thy blameless Life But wouldst Thou still do more Whence is this unexampled Love To wretched Human kind What to attract thy Heart couldst Thou In loathsom Sinners find That loaded with our Sins and Pains Thou through Death's Vale wouldst go That we made Innocent and Free The way of Life might know Worthy art thou O Lamb of God Among thy Saints to reign Who to redeem them by thy Blood Wast once an Offering slain HYMN XVI HOW sweet how beauteous is the Place Where God his Presence grants His pious Children sitting round His Tabl ' as Olive-Plants To them he cries My welcome Friends Eat of this Feast of mine Come my Beloved freely drink Of this my mingled Wine LORD we accept thy bounteous Treat With Wonder Joy and Love O may we in thy House have place And ne're from thence remove Here let our Faith still feed on Thee The only Food Divine To Faith thy Flesh is Meat indeed Thy Blood the Noblest Wine Thy Blood that purifying Juice To cleanse the Soul design'd To heal a Sinner's bleeding Heart And chear his drooping Mind Here we rejoice to see thy Love Through Figures and in part But how much greater Joy wil 't be To see thee as thou art HYMN XVII As the 100 Psalm WHerewith shall I a sinful Worm Iehovah's Sanctu'ry draw nigh With what Oblations shall I bow Before the Throne of God most High Shall I Burnt-Offerings to him bring Calves taken from their tender Dams Will God be pleas'd if I should slay A thousand and a thousand Rams Shall I upon his Altar pour Rivers of Oil ten thousand times Or my First-born an Offering make To expiate my odious Crimes No God is so incens'd by Sin Such Offerings all would be in vain Too mean to save the guilty Soul And purge it from so foul a Stain With broken Heart and fervent Cries Dear JESUS to thy Cross I fly Tho other Refuge fail on Thee My Soul with Safety can rely The Blood that issu'd from thy Wounds Becomes both Oil and Wine to ours No Ease until thy Hand this Balm Into the wounded Conscience pours As at thy Table we behold Thy All-sufficient Sacrifice Let 's feel the Virtue of thy Blood Which heals and chears and purifies So while our Feet stand in thy Courts To Thee O God our Life and Joy We 'll bring the Sacrifice of Praise In Praise our Hearts and Tongues employ HYMN XVIII O LORD how shall we frame a Song To celebrate thy Fame Our highest Flights are all too low To reach thy Loftier Name Yet should the Objects of thy Grace Thy Praises cease to shout To censure such Ingratitude The Stones would soon cry out What 's sinful Man that toward him Thy tender Heart should move To draw him from the Gates of Hell With charming Bands of Love A Love by many Sorrows try'd And many a painful Wound Whose Flame could not be quench'd by Death Could by no Floods be drown'd No not by all those Streams of Blood Which on thy Cross did meet From thy pierc'd Heart and bleeding Head And wounded Hands and Feet A Love whose Wonders far transcend The reach of Humane View Whose Myst'ries the inquiring Crowd Of Cherubs look into O happy Men who taste this Grace Which Angels so admire And feel the Shines of that bright Face Which they to see desire But when all Mystick Truths shall be Plac'd in a clearer Light What Joy Christ Face to Face to
HYMNS In Commemoration Of the SUFFERINGS OF Our Blessed Saviour JESUS CHRIST Compos'd For the CELEBRATION of his Holy Supper By JOSEPH STENNETT Mat. 26.30 And when they had sung an Hymn they went out to the Mount of Olives London Printed by I. Darby for Andr. Bell at the Cross-Keys and Bible in Cornhil near Stocks-market 1697. A TABLE To find any HYMN Knowing its Beginning ALL thy Created Works O Lord Hymn 25 Behold the King of Glory sits 4 Come let us all who here have seen 34 Descend O King of Saints descend 6 Eternal Father how Divine 29 From Supper to Gethsemane 21 Glory to God on high 20 Gracious Redeemer how Divine 12 Happy are they our Lord has chose 35 Hast thou my Soul thy Saviour view'd 26 How many Miracles of Love 15 How sweet how beauteous is the Place 16 Jehovah we in Hymns of Praise 1 Immortal Praise be given 11 In grateful Hymns ye Saints display 10 Let all who love our Saviour's Name 32 Lord how Divine's this Gift of thine 13 Lord Thou hast giv'n to us 31 Lord we approach thy Throne 27 My Blessed Saviour is thy Love 22 My Soul let all thy noblest Powers 8 O Lord how shall we frame a Song 18 O Lord thou dost a broken Heart 28 Others may tell of famous things 37 Our Lord a Banquet has prepar'd 23 Sing Hallelujah to our Lord 19 Sing to Jehovah a new Song 24 That doleful Night when our dear Lord 3 Thou art All Love my dearest Lord 2 To us our God commends his Love 5 What mighty Conqueror do we see 36 What wondrous things do we behold 33 When Sin had brought Death with a Train 14 Wherewith shall I a sinful Worm 17 With humble Boldness trembling Ioy 9 You that the Holy Iesus love 30 You who our Lord 's great Banquet share 7 HYMNS FOR THE Lord's Supper HYMN I. JEHOVAH we in Hymns of Praise Thy matchless Grace adore For the great Gift of thy dear Son What couldst thou give us more He 's All in All for we in him Every Perfection find Both Grace and Glory from him flow So good is he and kind He freely gave his Blood the Price Of our Eternal Bliss Since no less could atone for Sin His Love would give no less I' th' Wine-Press of the Wrath Divine He was severely crusht Humbled himself to die and laid His Honour in the Dust. That at his Table we might sit And be replenish'd there With these sweet Pledges of his Love Till we in Glory share HYMN II. THOU art All Love my dearest LORD Thou art All Lovely too Thy Love I at thy Table taste Thy Loveliness I view Thy Divine Beauty vail'd with Flesh Thy Enemies despise Thy mangled Body they disdain And from Thee hide their Eyes But Thou more Lovely art to me For all that Thou hast born Each Cloud sets off thy Lustre more Thee all thy Scars adorn Thy Garments tinctur'd with thy Gore The best and noblest Dye Out-shine the Robes that Princes wear Thy Thorns their Gems out-vie That I may be all Love to Thee And Lovely like thee too O cleanse me with thy precious Blood And me thy Beauty shew My former Vows I now renew O LORD as Thou art Mine Behold I give my Heart To Thee For ever I 'll be Thine HYMN III. As the 100 Psalm THat doleful Night when our dear LORD Into the Garden did retreat To vent his Grief in Groans and Cries In Tears and in a bloody Sweat That ne're to be forgotten Night When our Redeemer was betray'd Before his Sufferings he took Bread Gave Thanks then brake't and thus he said Take eat this is my Body broke For you upon the Cursed Tree Perform this Ord'nance as I do And when you do 't remember Me. He took the Cup too crown'd with Wine Bless'd it and to 's Disciples said 'T is the New Test'ment in my Blood For you and many others shed All you my Friends must drink of this Your Sins Remission here you see Perform this Ord'nance as I do And when you do 't remember Me. Yes LORD we will remember Thee And thy Love more than fragrant Wine We 'll call to mind thy Death whereby Thou art made ours and we made Thine Our right Hands first shall lose their Art Our Tongues forget to speak or move Before we will forget thy Wounds Those Everlasting Marks of Love We 'll thus commemorate thy Cross Until thou com'st on Earth again And LORD do thou remember us And haste to take thy Power and reign HYMN IV. BEhold the King of Glory sits At Table with his Guests Welcomes them all with gracious Smiles Them all with Dainties feasts No common Food he here presents No common Drink provides For Meat he gives his Flesh for Wine The Spear his Heart divides LORD give us Faith let not our Thoughts Be limited by Sense Thee in thy Myst'ries let 's discern And draw new Joys from thence Let 's know thy broken Body was An Offering for our Guilt Let 's know to wash us from our Sins Thy Heart 's pure Blood was spilt So shall our Minds and Voices join In Sacred Harmony To celebrate thy Praise and sing Hallelujah to Thee HYMN V. TO us our God commends his Love When guilty and undone In that to save us from our Sins He did not spare his Son His Only Son on whom he plac'd All his Delight and Love Before he form'd the Earth below Or spread the Heavens above Th' Eternal Darling of his Soul Him he sent from on high To clothe himself with mortal Rags And lay his Glory by To bear the Curses we deserv'd Our heavy Cross sustain To bleed and die upon it too That we might Life obtain This Life is hid in God with Christ Who fell a Sacrifice By Death to conquer Death for us That we like him might rise For he soon triumph'd o're the Grave And went to Heaven again There intercedes and thence will come Among his Saints to reign His Word says he will surely come Saints for his Coming pray The whole Creation for it groans Ev'n so LORD come away HYMN VI. As the 100 Psalm DEscend O King of Saints descend By thy good Spirit 's vital Heat Fresh Joys to every Soul extend That at thy Table finds a Seat O Prince of Peace bless thou this Board With those sweet Smiles which Angelschear Speak Peace unto us tell us LORD We 're pardon'd and are welcome here As Thou our hungry Souls hast fed Our thirsty Souls sustain'd with Wine Nourish us with this heav'nly Bread And with this Sacred Blood of thine Teach us to wash our Garments clean In the pure Fountain of thy Blood
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
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 â—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
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