7 [Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,
We shew thy death, we sing thy Name,
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage-supper of the Lamb.]

Hymn 3:2. 
Communion with Christ, and with saints,
1 Cor. 10. 16 17.

1 [Jesus invites his saints
To meet around his board;
Here pardon’d rebels sit, and hold
Communion with their Lord.

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.]