HYMN XVI. The Triumphal Feaft for Chrift's Victory over Sin, Death, and Hell. By Dr.Watts. To London-New Tune. Ome, let us lift our voices high, Co And join the fongs above the sky, 2 Jefus, the God that fought and bled, And brings immortal bleffings down 4 The Lord! how glorious is his face! And O what melting words he says 5 "For you, the children of my love, "It was for you I dy'd, "Behold my hands, behold my feet, "And look into my fide. 6 "These are the wounds for you I bore, "The tokens of my pains, "When "When I came down to free "From misery and chains. 66 7 Juftice unfheath'd its fiery fword, "And moft tormenting fmart. 8 "When bell and all its fpiteful pow'rs "Stood dreadful in my way, "To rescue thofe dear lives of yours (6 I gave my own away. 9 "But while I bled, and groan'd, and "I ruin'd Satan's throne, [dy'd, "High on my crofs I hung, and fpy'd "The monster tumbling down. ΤΟ Now you must triumph at my feaft, "And tafte my flefh, my blood; "And live eternal ages blefs'd, "For 'tis immortal food. II Victorious God! what can we pay We would devote our hearts away 12 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise, HYMN HYMN XVII. A Happy Refurrection. By Dr.Watts. To the 100 Pfalm Tune. No, I'll repine at death no more, But with a chearful gafp refign To the cold dungeon of the grave 2 Let worms devour my wafting flesh, 3 Break, facred morning, thro' the skies, Bring that delightful, dreadful day, Cut fhort the hours, dear lord, and come, [4 Our weary fpirits faint to fee [5 Haste then upon the wings of love, HYMN |