6 Our life by death is here sustain'd,
And so shall be on high;

For this our feeder was arraign'd,
For this he chose to die.

7 That we on him might feed and live
To ages without end;

He chose his flesh and blood to give-
Ye sinners, what a friend!

8 Where are they now who were supplied With angel's corn in show'rs?

They ate, and yet we know, they died—
To eat and live, is ours.

9 To live in one transporting round
Of joys which ever last,

Of joys without alloy or bound,
We share in this repast.

10 Great as these are, yet much shall they In magnitude arise,

When he, who wash'd our sins away,
Shall strike our longing eyes.

11 Methinks I rush to kiss the scar
Which on each foot is found;
But quickly backward start! aware,
My sins had made the wound.

12 Lost in his mercy, and my shame,
I pour a flood of tears;

This damps in me the kindling flame,
That all my spirit cheers,

13 O extacy of joy, too strong;
O horror two intense,
For mortal nature to prolong!
Too big for human sense!

14 How dare I at this table stay,
With judgment, if I do?
And yet how dare I stay away,
With double death in view?

15 My way is hedg'd on either hand,
My way to God and bliss;
That as I cannot stop or stand,
That way I may not miss.

16 Why, then my soul, repent, believe,
And to this table fly;

"Tis thine to tremble, his to give ;
Be grateful, and draw nigh.

17 Thy stubborn heart let mercy woo;
Thy mercy, Lord, prevails;
Aud gratitude that work shall do,
Wherein my conscience fails.

18 How wou'd you love that tender friend,
Who from the tongue, the knife,
Or from the gallows, shou'd defend
Your character and life?

19 And yet, O mortal, how much more,
If he shou'd take your place,

For you shou'd shed his precious gore,
Adopting your disgrace?

20 How wou'd his memory survive
In your responsive soul!

Wou'd he not reign there all alive,
And occupy the whole?

21 But if such gratitude is due

To him who for one hour,

From pain and shame thus rescues you,

And farther hath no power;

From endless pain and shame below,
Due by divine decree?

23 Who died by your own hands, to give
Eternal life to you,

That you in endless joys may live
O! what to him is due!

24 If we believe these glorious things,
And feelings draw from thence,
Action alone the tribute brings,

Which speaks the faith and sense.

25 On faith, firm ground, your anchor cast, And ne'er hereafter weigh;

But here adhering ever fast,

Put out no more to sea.

AFTER RECEIVING.

26 Hence fly, thou foe to virtue, fly!
Avaunt, ye lust and pride!
Your pow'rs of darkness we defy;
Away! in hell go hide.

27 In Christ Almighty here we stand,
New fed around his board,
And in a now all-conqu’ring hand
We shake his two-edg'd sword;

28 Now giant-like rejoice to run
In light and heat the race
Of this our soul-reviving sun,
Our bleeding God to trace.

29 We, late but worms, now angels grown, Expand a flaming wing,

And swiftly rising tow'rd the throne,
Loud halaluiahs sing.

30 Halaluiah, halaluiah,

Halal, halaluiah!

Now swiftly rising tow'rd the throne,
Loud halaluiahs sing.

A

HYMN TO GOD.

1 To God, ye choir above, begin
A hymn so loud and strong,
That all the universe may hear,
And join the grateful song.

2 Praise him, thou sun, who dwells unseen Amidst transcendant light,

Where thy refulgent orb would seem,

A spot, as dark as night.

3 Thou silver moon, ye host of stars, The universal song,

Thro' the serene and silent night,

To list'ning worlds prolong.

4 Sing him, ye distant worlds and suns,
From whence no travelling ray

Hath yet to us, thro' ages past,
Had time to make its way.

5 Assist, ye raging storms, and bear
On rapid wings his praise,

From north to south, from east to west,

Thro' heaven, and earth, and seas.

6 Exert

your

voice ye

furious fires,

That rend the wat'ry cloud;

And thunder to this nether world,

Your Maker's words aloud.

7 Ye works of God, that dwell unknown
Beneath the rolling main;

Ye birds, that sing among the groves,
And sweep the azure plain;

8 Ye stately hills, that rear your heads,
And, tow'ring, pierce the sky;
Ye clouds, that with an awful pace,
Majestic roll on high;

9 Ye insects small, to which, one leaf
Within its narrow sides,

A vast extended world displays,
And spacious realms provides;

10 Ye race, still less than these, with which The stagnant water teems,

To which one drop, however small,

A boundless ocean seems.

11 Whate'er you are, where'er you dwell,
Ye creatures great or small,

Adore the wisdom, praise the power;
That made and keeps you all.

12 And if you want or sense or sounds
To swell the grateful noise,

Prompt mankind with that sense, and they

Shall find for

you a

voice.

13 From all the realms of boundless space,

Let loud Hosannah's sound;

Loud send, ye wondrous works of God,
The joyful concert round.

14 But while his other works, aloud,
His power and wisdom sing,

For these, and for his mercies, man,
Do thou thine incense bring.

15 To save thee from the dreadful doom,
Which for thy sins was due,

He left the blissful realms of light,
And to thy rescue flew.

16 To crown thee with immortal life,
By thy own hands he dies;

And in the agony of death,
For thy salvation cries.

17 For this, o'erwhelm'd with shame and grief,
Thy shocking sins bewail;
And sing the wonders of his love,
Wrapt in a flame of zeal.

18 And, O my soul, with all around,
What thanks shalt thou return?
How should a vile unworthy heart,
So sav'd, so favour'd, burn!

19 How great, how matchless must these gifts, Almighty goodness, be,

That flow from such majestic hands,
To such a wretch as me!

20 Yet, since to thee, a grateful song
My soul attempts to raise,

Take, good and gracious Father, take
The tribute of my praise.

21 How far, O Lord, beneath thy throne,
How far beneath thine eye,

These stars around thy footstool shine,
And deck this nether sky!

22 Tho' farther downward still I

A worm on earth below,

creep,

Yet thro' the clouds, the skies, the stars,

My song of love shall go.

23 On wings of gratitude and love,

My praises shall ascend;

While boundless Mercy to my voice
Thy gracious ear shall bend.