8 Salvation to the Name Of our adored Christ: Thro' the wide earth his grace proclaim His glory in the high'st. Hymn 3:18. The same. 1 Jesus, we bow before thy feet, Thy table is divinely stor'd: Thy sacred flesh our souls have eat, 'Tis living bread; we thank thee, Lord! 2 And here we drink our Saviour's blood, We thank thee, Lord, 'tis generous wine; Mingled with love the fountain flow'd From that dear bleeding heart of thine. 3 On earth is no such sweetness found, For the Lamb's flesh is heavenly food; In vain we search the globe around For bread so fine, or wine so good. 4 Carnal provisions can at best But cheer the heart, or warm the head, But the rich cordial that we taste Gives life eternal to the dead. 5 Joy to the Master of the feast, His name our souls for ever bless: To God the King, and God the Priest, A loud Hosanna round the place. Hymn 3:19. Glory in the cross; or, Not ashamed of Christ crucified. 1 At thy command, our dearest Lord, Here we attend thy dying feast; Thy blood like wine adorns thy board, And thine own flesh feeds every guest. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, And trusts for life in one that dy'd; We hope for heavenly crowns above From a Redeemer crucify'd. 3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, And fling their scandals on thy cause; We come to boast our Saviour's Name, And make our triumphs in his cross. 4 With joy we tell the scoffing age He that was dead has left his tomb, He lives above their utmost rage, And we are waiting till he come. Hymn 3:20. The provisions for the table of our Lord; or, The tree of life, and river of love. 1 Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand, And sing the solemn feast Where sweet celestial dainties stand For every willing guest. 2 [The tree of life adorns the board With rich immortal fruit, And ne'er an angry flaming sword To guard the passage to't. 3 The cup stands crown'd with living juice; The fountain flows above, And runs down streaming for our use In rivulets of love.] 4 The food's prepar'd by heavenly art, The pleasure's well refin'd, They spread new life thro' every heart, And cheer the drooping mind. 5 Shout and proclaim the Saviour's love, Ye saints that taste his wine, Join with your kindred saints above, In loud hosannas join. 6 A thousand glories to the God That gives such joy as this; Hosanna! let it sound abroad, And reach where Jesus is. Hymn 3:21. The triumphal feast for Christ's victory over sin, and death, and hell. 1 [Come let us lift our voices high, High as our joys arise, And join the songs above the sky, Where pleasure never dies. 2 Jesus, the God that fought and bled, And conquer'd when he fell; That rose, and at his chariot-wheels Dragg'd all the powers of hell.] 3 [Jesus the God invites us here To this triumphal feast, And brings immortal blessings down For each redeemed guest.] 4 The Lord! how glorious is his face! How kind his smiles appear! And O what melting words he says To every humble ear!