2 For food he gives his flesh, He bids us drink his blood, Amazing favour! matchless grace Of our descending God!] 3 This holy bread and wine Maintains our fainting breath, By union with our living Lord, And interest in his death. 4 Our heavenly Father calls Christ and his members one; We the young children of his love, And he the first-born Son. 5 We are but several parts Of the same broken bread; One body hath its several limbs, But Jesus is the head. 6 Let all our powers be join'd His glorious Name to raise; Pleasure and love fill every mind, And every voice be praise. Hymn 3:3. The new testament in the blood of Christ; or, The new covenant sealed. 1 "The promise of my Father's love "Shall stand for ever good;" He said, and gave his soul to death, And seal'd the grace with blood. 2 To this dear covenant of thy word I set my worthless name; I seal th' engagement to my Lord, And make my humble claim. 3 Thy light, and strength, and pardoning grace, And glory shall be mine; My life and soul, my heart and flesh, And all my powers are thine. 4 I call that legacy my own Which Jesus did bequeath; 'Twas purchas'd with a dying groan, And ratify'd in death. 5 Sweet is the memory of his Name, Who bless'd us in his will, And to his testament of love Made his own life the seal. Hymn 3:4. Christ's dying love; or, Our pardon bought at a dear price. 1 How condescending and how kind Was God's eternal Son! Our misery reach'd his heavenly mind, And pity brought him down. 2 [When Justice by our sins provok'd Drew forth its dreadful sword, He gave his soul up to the stroke, Without a murmuring word.] 3 [He sunk beneath our heavy woes To raise us to his throne; There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows But cost his heart a groan.] 4 This was compassion like a God, That when the Saviour knew The price of pardon was his blood, His pity ne'er withdrew. 5 Now tho' he reigns exalted high, His love is still as great: Well he remembers Calvary, Nor lets his saints forget. 6 [Here we behold his bowels roll, As kind as when he dy'd; And see the sorrows of his soul Bleed thro' his wounded side.] 7 [Here we receive repeated seals Of Jesus' dying love: Hard is the wretch that never feels One soft affection move.] 8 Here let our hearts begin to melt, While we his death record, And with our joy for pardon'd guilt Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord. Hymn 3:5. Christ the bread of life, John 6. 31 35 39. 1 Let us adore th' eternal Word, 'Tis he our souls hath fed; Thou art our living stream, O Lord, And thou th' immortal bread. 2 [The manna came from lower skies, But Jesus from above, Where the fresh springs of pleasure rise And rivers flow with love. 3 The Jews the fathers dy'd at last, Who ate that heavenly bread; But these provisions which we taste Can raise us from the dead.] 4 Bless'd be the Lord that gives his flesh To nourish dying men; And often spreads his table fresh, Lest we should faint again.