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.
Cite this Item: "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 May 6, 2024.

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?