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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Title: Hymns in commemoration of the sufferings of Our Blessed Saviour Jesus Christ compos'd for the celebration of His Holy Supper / by Joseph Stennett.
Author: Stennett, Joseph, 1663-1713.
Publication: London :: Printed by J. Darby for Andr. Bell...,; 1697.
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Subject terms: Lord's Supper.; Hymns, English.
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IMmortal Praise be given,
And Glory in the high'st,* 1.1
To th' God of Peace, who sent from Heaven
His own beloved Christ,* 1.2

To be an Offering made* 1.3
For fallen Adam's Sons;
On him our pressing Sins were laid,* 1.4
For them his Blood atones.* 1.5

Such Torments he endur'd* 1.6
As none 'ere felt before,
That Joy and Bliss might be secur'd* 1.7
To us for evermore.

Hurri'd from Bar to Bar,* 1.8
With Blows and Scoffs abus'd,
Revil'd by Herod's Men of War;* 1.9
With Pilate's Scourges bruis'd.* 1.10

His sweet and Reverend Face
With Spittle was profan'd;* 1.11
That Visage, full of Heav'nly Grace,
With his own Blood was stain'd.

Stretch'd on the cruel Tree,* 1.12
He bled, and groan'd, and cry'd;
And in a mortal Agony
Languish'd a while, and dy'd.

* 1.13But dying left a Wound
* 1.14On the Old Serpent's Head,
For which no Cure can e're be found;
* 1.15And soon rose from the Dead:

* 1.16Then did to Heav'n ascend,
That we might thither go,
* 1.17Where Love and Praises have no end,
* 1.18Where Joys no Changes know.