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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YOU who our LORD's great Banquet share,
And welcome Places find* 1.1
His Table round, his Praises sound
With well-tun'd Voice and Mind.

Remember all his Acts of Love,
His Torments every one:
* 1.2Whom Angels fear'd, him Mortals jeer'd,
* 1.3Blasphem'd, and spat upon.

* 1.4See 's Head all torn with Thorns, his Face
* 1.5(Divinely bright before)
Now marr'd more than the Sons of Men;
* 1.6Reaking with Sweat and Gore.

* 1.7See cruel Nails in 's Hands and Feet,
Piercing the tender Veins:
See how each Wound the blushing Ground
With precious Tincture stains.

* 1.8See his pierc'd Side spouting out Blood
And Water through the Wound;
* 1.9A Stream wherein we're wash'd from Sin,
And all our Guilt is drown'd.

But, Oh! what Terrors wrack'd his Soul,
In that last Agony,
* 1.10When (e're he dy'd) My God, he cry'd,
Why hast forsaken me!

* 1.11Thus dy'd the Blessed Son of God,
That we might ever live
* 1.12There, where all Bliss our Souls can wish,
Or can contain, He'll give.

Mean while the Myst'ries of his Grace
* 1.13At's Table he displays;
That so great Love our Souls may move,
And Tongues to sing his Praise.