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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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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London :: Printed by J. Darby for Andr. Bell...,
1697.
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Lord's Supper.
Hymns, English.
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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." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A61411.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 25, 2025.
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HYMN XVIII. (Book 18)
O LORD, how shall we frame a Song* 1.1To celebrate thy Fame!Our highest Flights are all too lowTo reach thy Loftier Name.
Yet should the Objects of thy GraceThy Praises cease to shout,To censure such Ingratitude,* 1.2The Stones would soon cry out.
What's sinful Man, that toward him* 1.3Thy tender Heart should move,To draw him from the Gates of HellWith charming Bands of Love!* 1.4
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A Love, by many Sorrows try'd,* 1.5And 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,* 1.6Which on thy Cross did meet* 1.7From thy pierc'd Heart, and bleeding Head,* 1.8And wounded Hands and Feet.
* 1.9A Love whose Wonders far transcend* 1.10The reach of Humane View;Whose Myst'ries the inquiring Crowd* 1.11Of Cherubs look into.
O happy Men who taste this Grace,* 1.12Which Angels so admire;* 1.13And feel the Shines of that bright Face,Which they to see desire!
But when all Mystick Truths shall bePlac'd in a clearer Light;* 1.14What Joy! Christ Face to Face to seeWith a more piercing Sight!