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 May 27, 2025.
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HYMN VI. [As the 100 Psalm.] (Book 6)
* 1.1DEscend, O King of Saints, descend;* 1.2By thy good Spirit's vital HeatFresh Joys to every Soul extend,That at thy Table finds a Seat.
O Prince of Peace, bless thou this Board* 1.3With those sweet Smiles which Angelschear;Speak Peace unto us; tell us, LORD,* 1.4We're pardon'd, and are welcome here.
As Thou our hungry Souls hast fed,* 1.5Our thirsty Souls sustain'd with Wine;* 1.6Nourish us with this heav'nly Bread,And with this Sacred Blood of thine.
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Teach us to wash our Garments clean* 1.7In the pure Fountain of thy Blood;* 1.8LORD, whiten them from every StainI' th' Streams of that All-cleansing Flood.
Each Sin of ours has been a Thorn,* 1.9A cruel Nail, a Whip, a Spear;By t••ese thy sacred Flesh was torn,These did thy Soul with Horror tear.
Yet every Wound of thine does yield* 1.10A Balsam for a contrite Heart,Which, on the painful Sore distill'd,Heals and allays the tort'ring Smart.
Amazing Love! 'Tis Infinite!* 1.11No Thoughts its endless Depth can sound;Exceeding Heaven it self for Height,* 1.12And for Extent, the World's vast Round.
LORD, to advance thy Praises here,* 1.13Increase our Light, inlarge our Love;And by thy Grace our Souls prepare* 1.14For better Songs and Tunes above.