HYMNS In Commemoration Of the SUFFERINGS OF Our Blessed Saviour JESUS CHRIST Compos'd For the CELEBRATION of his Holy Supper By JOSEPH STENNETT Mat. 26.30 And when they had sung an Hymn they went out to the Mount of Olives London Printed by I. Darby for Andr. Bell at the Cross-Keys and Bible in Cornhil near Stocks-market 1697. A TABLE To find any HYMN Knowing its Beginning ALL thy Created Works O Lord Hymn 25 Behold the King of Glory sits 4 Come let us all who here have seen 34 Descend O King of Saints descend 6 Eternal Father how Divine 29 From Supper to Gethsemane 21 Glory to God on high 20 Gracious Redeemer how Divine 12 Happy are they our Lord has chose 35 Hast thou my Soul thy Saviour view'd 26 How many Miracles of Love 15 How sweet how beauteous is the Place 16 Jehovah we in Hymns of Praise 1 Immortal Praise be given 11 In grateful Hymns ye Saints display 10 Let all who love our Saviour's Name 32 Lord how Divine's this Gift of thine 13 Lord Thou hast giv'n to us 31 Lord we approach thy Throne 27 My Blessed Saviour is thy Love 22 My Soul let all thy noblest Powers 8 O Lord how shall we frame a Song 18 O Lord thou dost a broken Heart 28 Others may tell of famous things 37 Our Lord a Banquet has prepar'd 23 Sing Hallelujah to our Lord 19 Sing to Jehovah a new Song 24 That doleful Night when our dear Lord 3 Thou art All Love my dearest Lord 2 To us our God commends his Love 5 What mighty Conqueror do we see 36 What wondrous things do we behold 33 When Sin had brought Death with a Train 14 Wherewith shall I a sinful Worm 17 With humble Boldness trembling Ioy 9 You that the Holy Iesus love 30 You who our Lord 's great Banquet share 7 HYMNS FOR THE Lord's Supper HYMN I. JEHOVAH we in Hymns of Praise Thy matchless Grace adore For the great Gift of thy dear Son What couldst thou give us more He 's All in All for we in him Every Perfection find Both Grace and Glory from him flow So good is he and kind He freely gave his Blood the Price Of our Eternal Bliss Since no less could atone for Sin His Love would give no less I' th' Wine-Press of the Wrath Divine He was severely crusht Humbled himself to die and laid His Honour in the Dust. That at his Table we might sit And be replenish'd there With these sweet Pledges of his Love Till we in Glory share HYMN II. THOU art All Love my dearest LORD Thou art All Lovely too Thy Love I at thy Table taste Thy Loveliness I view Thy Divine Beauty vail'd with Flesh Thy Enemies despise Thy mangled Body they disdain And from Thee hide their Eyes But Thou more Lovely art to me For all that Thou hast born Each Cloud sets off thy Lustre more Thee all thy Scars adorn Thy Garments tinctur'd with thy Gore The best and noblest Dye Out-shine the Robes that Princes wear Thy Thorns their Gems out-vie That I may be all Love to Thee And Lovely like thee too O cleanse me with thy precious Blood And me thy Beauty shew My former Vows I now renew O LORD as Thou art Mine Behold I give my Heart To Thee For ever I 'll be Thine HYMN III. As the 100 Psalm THat doleful Night when our dear LORD Into the Garden did retreat To vent his Grief in Groans and Cries In Tears and in a bloody Sweat That ne're to be forgotten Night When our Redeemer was betray'd Before his Sufferings he took Bread Gave Thanks then brake't and thus he said Take eat this is my Body broke For you upon the Cursed Tree Perform this Ord'nance as I do And when you do 't remember Me. He took the Cup too crown'd with Wine Bless'd it and to 's Disciples said 'T is the New Test'ment in my Blood For you and many others shed All you my Friends must drink of this Your Sins Remission here you see Perform this Ord'nance as I do And when you do 't remember Me. Yes LORD we will remember Thee And thy Love more than fragrant Wine We 'll call to mind thy Death whereby Thou art made ours and we made Thine Our right Hands first shall lose their Art Our Tongues forget to speak or move Before we will forget thy Wounds Those Everlasting Marks of Love We 'll thus commemorate thy Cross Until thou com'st on Earth again And LORD do thou remember us And haste to take thy Power and reign HYMN IV. BEhold the King of Glory sits At Table with his Guests Welcomes them all with gracious Smiles Them all with Dainties feasts No common Food he here presents No common Drink provides For Meat he gives his Flesh for Wine The Spear his Heart divides LORD give us Faith let not our Thoughts Be limited by Sense Thee in thy Myst'ries let 's discern And draw new Joys from thence Let 's know thy broken Body was An Offering for our Guilt Let 's know to wash us from our Sins Thy Heart 's pure Blood was spilt So shall our Minds and Voices join In Sacred Harmony To celebrate thy Praise and sing Hallelujah to Thee HYMN V. TO us our God commends his Love When guilty and undone In that to save us from our Sins He did not spare his Son His Only Son on whom he plac'd All his Delight and Love Before he form'd the Earth below Or spread the Heavens above Th' Eternal Darling of his Soul Him he sent from on high To clothe himself with mortal Rags And lay his Glory by To bear the Curses we deserv'd Our heavy Cross sustain To bleed and die upon it too That we might Life obtain This Life is hid in God with Christ Who fell a Sacrifice By Death to conquer Death for us That we like him might rise For he soon triumph'd o're the Grave And went to Heaven again There intercedes and thence will come Among his Saints to reign His Word says he will surely come Saints for his Coming pray The whole Creation for it groans Ev'n so LORD come away HYMN VI. As the 100 Psalm DEscend O King of Saints descend By thy good Spirit 's vital Heat Fresh Joys to every Soul extend That at thy Table finds a Seat O Prince of Peace bless thou this Board With those sweet Smiles which Angelschear Speak Peace unto us tell us LORD We 're pardon'd and are welcome here As Thou our hungry Souls hast fed Our thirsty Souls sustain'd with Wine Nourish us with this heav'nly Bread And with this Sacred Blood of thine Teach us to wash our Garments clean In the pure Fountain of thy Blood
Could purchase our Release His Blood his Father's Wrath atones Quenches Infernal Fire Disarms Death of its venomous Sting Makes Hell's black Troops retire He gain'd this Victory alone We in the Triumph share He wore our Thorns that we with Him Might Crowns of Glory wear Thy Love O LORD our righteousness All Knowledg does transcend Divinely Free and knows no Bounds Constant and knows no End May Peace and Joy from this thy Grace In all our Souls abound So while our King at Table sits Our Tongues his Praise shall sound Of the blest Fruits of Paradise Thou giv'st us here a taste But wisely for us dost reserve The best Wine to the last To that bright endless Day when we Shall hidden Manna eat Amidst the Heavenly Eden where Our Bliss shall be compleat HYMN XXV ALL thy Created Works O LORD In Earth and Heaven above And all thy Works of Providence Speak Thee a God of Love But thy surprizing Acts of Grace To Adam's guilty Seed Loudly proclaim to all the World That God is Love indeed To Objects worthy of thy Wrath Thy boundless Love extends Thou' rt kinder to thy Enemies Than Men are to their Friends Love drew the Model of our Bliss In the Decrees Divine Conducts the Work and will at length Compleat the Vast Design Love brought Heav'n's Heir down from his Throne Into a Virgin 's Womb Fasten'd him to a Cursed Tree And laid him in a Tomb. In 's Words his Deeds his Sufferings too The Law of Kindness reign'd Love open'd all his ghastly Wounds Through which his Life was drain'd His Love as freely tenders now That meritorious Blood And broken Body to our Souls The best and sweetest Food Love carry'd him up to his Throne There to prepare us room And Love will bring him down again At last to take us home HYMN XXVI As the 100 Psalm HAst Thou my Soul thy Saviour view'd As on the Cross he hung and bled Hast seen his Bruises Wounds and Tears Seen him bow down his dying Head Hast heard how rudely he was jeer'd By them that made him groan and die Heard him amidst their cruel Scoff 's Ev'n rend the Heavens with his Cry That doleful Cry My God my God O why hast thou me now forsook Hast mark'd the Anguish of His Words The mortal Horror of his Look All this is much yet 't is not All But Thou no proper Terms canst find T' express the Torments of his Soul The inward Bruises of his Mind All this and more than thou my Soul Canst tell or think he did endure To skreen thee from his Father's Wrath And thy Eternal Bliss secure Look back once more and view his Head His Back his Hands his Feet his Side And tell if any Sight like this Is found in all the World beside No all is Dung and Dross to me But my dear JESUS crucify'd Under the Shadow of his Cross I 'll sit me down and there abide His Wounds the noblest Proofs of Love His Beauty too I there shall see Darting through his reproachful Vail It s sweet and powerful Beams on me HYMN XXVII As the 25 Psalm 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 â—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 HYMN XXVIII O LORD Thou dost a broken Heart And contrite Mind approve And wilt the humble Penitent Receive with Smiles of Love Teach us both o're our Sins to weep And in thy Grace rejoice To mix Confessions of our Guilt With a Thanksgiving Voice Let thy free Spirit 's Convincing Power Induce us to repent That Holy Oil will soften Rocks Make flinty Hearts relent Let that Reviving Comforter Seal to us pard'ning Grace Nor let the Sins we loath eclipse The Lustre of thy Face Behold our Glorious Advocate At thy right Hand inthron'd Who by the Offering of Himself Has for them all aton'd He for our great and numerous Sins Did numerous Torments bear For them the Scourges Thorns and Nails His Flesh did rudely tear Rivers of Blood ran from his Wounds His Eyes wept mournful Showers And all this Pain and Grief he felt For Crimes entirely ours LORD since our Pardon cost so dear Yet comes to us so free Whence is it that our narrow Souls Shew no more Love to Thee May this Endearing Grace of Thine A powerful Motive prove To make us love and serve Thee more Who us so much dost love HYMN XXIX As the 100 Psalm ETernal Father how Divine How Noble is this Gift of Thine That Thou shouldst send thy only Son Thy well-beloved Holy One The worthiest Object of thy Love To leave his Throne and Crown above To dwell with Mortals here below And Death for them to undergo And Thou Blest Saviour who didst come So freely from thy Heav'nly home To make thy Self a Sacrifice For thy unworthy Enemies How full of Wonder is thy Love That Thou shouldst kindly choose to move From thy illustrious Palace where The Heav'nly Host did Thee revere Where Flaming Seraphs bow'd before Thy Awful Scepter to adore Thy Holy Holy Holy Name And thy Perfections to proclaim That all this Glory Thou shouldst leave A Vail of humane Flesh receive To live in Grief and Misery And after all to bleed and die To die a Death the most accurst And of all Death 's the very worst To be with lingring Torments slain Abus'd with Scoffs and vile Disdain And all for sinful Us that we Holy and happy too might be And with Thee in thy Kingdom reign When Thou dear LORD shalt come again HYMN XXX YOU that the Holy JESUS love Make mention of his Name The great Atchievements of his Grace In thankful Verse proclaim
True they the highest Thoughts surpass Can't be in Words exprest Yet something of 'em you may tell And wonder out the rest Remember all his mighty Deeds And all his Sufferings too How he abas'd his Glorious Self To bleed and die for you Remember all the Shame and Scorn The Vinegar and Gall The gaping Wounds thrô which he pour'd His Blood his Life and All. His Vertues and his Miserie 's Both numberless were found Sorrows from Earth from Heaven and Hell His innocent Soul surround Crucify'd by the worst of Men Forsaken by the best With th' endless Number of our Sins Sins endless Weight oppress'd He felt the Curses of the Law His Father's Wrath sustain'd Endur'd the cruel shock of all The Powers of Hell unchain'd But after all victorious He In Triumph did ascend And now prepares us Crowns and Thrones And Joys that ne're shall end HYMN XXXI As the 25 Psalm LORD Thou hast giv'n to us The True and Living Bread Thy Body as upon the Cross The painful Cross it bled Thy Blood 's a precious Wine The Heart of God it chears With Heav'nly Sweets and Joys Divine It calms our guilty Fears A Living Spring thy Side Thy pierc'd Side did impart Through which a vital Juice did slide Down from thy melting Heart This Crimson Stream with those Thy Hands and Feet did yield A Bath for Sinners does compose In which they 're cleans'd and heal'd Such Blessings LORD in Thee If at thy Cross we meet What Joys will in thy Kingdom be O how Divinely sweet When Thou with Glory crown'd Thy Saints on Thrones wilt place And satiate all thy Guests around With th' Vision of thy Face From that blest Paradise None e're shall be exil'd None by a Serpent's tempting Voice Of Joy and Life beguil'd The Tree of Life shall chase Death thence and all its Fears Rivers of Pleasure there have place And there are none of Tears HYMN XXXII As the 100 Psalm LET all who love our Saviour's Name That Name so full of Heav'nly Grace In Songs of Triumph spread his Fame Through every Age and every Place He kindly laid aside his Crown And Robes of awful Majesty And in a Servant's Form came down To bear a Cross and on it die With Tears and Sweat and Blood besmear'd This Holy Lamb was sacrific'd By the rude Multitude was jeer'd And by profaner Priests despis'd But dying thus he pluck'd the Sting From Death and rising from the Grave He triumph'd o're the mighty King Of Terrors as a Captive Slave Then to his Heav'nly Throne was rais'd From whence he 'll come again to be Throughout the World ador'd and prais'd By every Tongue and every Knee Tho Tears and Blood and Spittle here Clouded profan'd and marr'd his Face The Mid-day Sun is not so clear Now 't is adorn'd with every Grace The Heav'nly Hosts his Beauties praise While clad in glorious Robes of Light He darts innumerable Rays Around for mortal Eyes too bright Of this his Glory they 'll partake Who once deform'd and odious were For that pure Blood he shed can make A Leprous Soul all clean and fair Their Bodies too he will refine Vile Bodies under which they groan Shall with Immortal Beauty shine Render'd all lovely like his Own HYMN XXXIII WHat wondrous things do we behold At this Mysterious Board What copious Matter for a Song Of Praises they afford Extended on a Cross we see The Lord whom we adore Both giving and receiving Wounds Bath'd in Triumphant Gore No Victor's Robe so rich a Dye Before did ever stain No Champion such a Victory Before did ever gain Glory and Strength his Torments add To all his mighty Deeds His Enemies fly and fall the more The more he groans and bleeds Tho the Law 's Curse lights on his Head While Satan wounds his Heel His Body 's bruis'd by Men his Heart Death's cruel Sting doth feel Yet with firm Courage he o're all Bears up his Conquering Head Till on their Captive Necks his Feet In solemn Triumph tread This Shock our LORD sustain'd Alone But makes us share the Spoils He felt his Father's dreadful Frowns That we might have his Smiles To cure our Wounds and putrid Sores Was pierc'd in every Limb His Cross our Tree of Life became A Tree of Death to him But tho once Dead He 's now Alive And lives for ever-more Then let his Saints who in Him live His Sacred Name adore HYMN XXXIV As the 100 Psalm COME let us all who here have seen And tasted too our Saviour's Grace From his bless'd Table to his Cross In Thought his weary Footsteps trace Let 's trace Him up to Calvary Not flag as once his Followers did Who when they 'd at his Table supp'd Forsook their suffering Lord and fled Into the Garden first he goes Where Mortal Fears beset him round Sins pressing Weight bows down his Soul And sinks his Body to the Ground Here prostrate as he lay he groans And pours out Prayers with fervent Cries Till he sweats Drops of Blood to mix With Floods that issue from his Eyes Yet are his Sorrows but begun By one Disciple he 's betray'd Another Him with Oaths denies The rest all run like Sheep afraid Falsly accus'd he 's doom'd to die Loaded with Blasphemy and Scorn He 's rudely buffeted and bound His Sacred Flesh with Scourges torn His Temples wear a Wreath of Thorns His Reverend Face is spit upon His weary Shoulders bear a Cross And afterward he 's nail'd thereon Between two Thieves he lingring dies While thousand Tortures on Him meet His Heart 's dissolv'd within his Blood Flows out in Streams from Hands and Feet These Streams join'd with that other Flood That gush'd out from his wounded Side Do make a Sovereign Bath wherein The Leprous Soul is purify'd HYMN XXXV HAppy are they our LORD has chose In his blest Courts to dwell His Praises still their Thoughts employ Their Tongues his Glory tell There He his Loveliness makes known To all who love his Name And is to them a glorious Crown And beauteous Diadem With a Celestial Banquet there His Table 's richly spread The Wine 's the Tincture of his Veins His Body is the Bread To this blest Treat he calls his Friends And bids 'em seast thereon Pours fragrant Oil upon their Heads Gives Robes to every one Nay every contrite Mind to him A Holy Temple proves For humble Souls are his Delight And He dwells where he loves He at the Door of every Heart Does his kind Calls