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HYMN XXVII.

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,
And there thy beauty shines;
There to thy fav'rites thou dost tell
Thy great, thy good designs.

Thy table they draw near,

HYMN XXVI.

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 those that made him groan and die?
Heard him amid their cruel scoffs,
Ev'n rend the heavens with his cry,

That doleful cry, my God, my God ,
O why hast thou thy son for sook!
Hast mark'd the anguish of his words,
The mortal horror of his look?

HYMN XXV.

Lord, all the works thy hand has form'd
In earth and heaven above,
And all thy tracks of providence
Shew 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 object who deserve thy wrath
Thy boundless love extends;
Thou'rt kinder to thy enemies

HYMN XXIV.

Angels and Men your songs renew,
Sing all with pious mirth;
Rejoice and shout, ye heavens above,
And be thou glad, O earth.

His son the God of grace sent down
With sinful men to dwell,
The wretched captives to redeem
From the wide jaws of hell.

So heinous were our crimes, so great
Our guilt; that nothing less
Than the effusion of his blood

HYMN XXIII.

Our LORD a banquet has prepar'd,
And every hungry soul invites;
Among his friends at table sits,
To bless 'em with refin'd delights.

The grape's pure blood, and flower
Are proper symbols to describe
The heavenly bread believers eat,
The sacred wine which they imbibe.

Salem 's great prince, Melchisedeck ,
Priest of an order most divine,
The conquering patriarch met, and fed
His weary troops with bread and wine.

HYMN XXII.

M Y 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:

HYMN XXI.

From supper to Gethsemane
Away our blessed Lord does haste;
Thither let's follow him, and see
How he begins of death to taste.

He saw of sins an endless scroul,
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'er his head he saw.

Horror and anguish on him seize,

HYMN XX.

G L ory to God on high,
Good will to men below:
If thus the friendly angels cry,
What joy should mortals show!

Those angels free from sin,
No bloody offering need:
'Twas for the guilty sons of men
Our Saviour came to bleed.

Yet the kind heav'nly host
With shouting rend the sky,

HYMN XIX.

S I ng hallelujah to our king,
Who nobly entertains
His friends with bread of life, and wine
That flow'd from all his veins.

His body pierc'd with numerous wounds,
Did as a victim bleed;
That we might drink his sacred blood,
And on his flesh might feed.

Wormwood and gall was once his meat,
His cup with terror fill'd,

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 love
Thy praises cease to shout,
To censure such ingratitude,
The stones would soon cry out.

What was there, Lord , in sinful man
That could thy pity move,
To draw him from the gates of hell