A26957:301
Monthly preparations for the Holy Communion by R.B
Monthly preparations for the Holy Communion by R.B. ; to which is added suitable meditations before, in, and after receiving ; with divine hymns in common tunes, fitted for public congregations or private families.Monthly preparations for the Holy Communion by R.B. ; to which is added suitable meditations before, in, and after receiving ; with divine hymns in common tunes, fitted for publick congregations or private families.
London: printed for Tho. Parkhurst, 1696
Title page typeset from the transcription.
Hymns suited to the Sacrament of the Lord's Supper. To be sung in t… › Another.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
V. My Christ did lovingly invite Me to his charming Feast; He added to his wondrous Love, Made me a willing Guest. ⟨p. 170⟩I came and found a Banquet rare, He brought me Angels food, He bid me take and eat my fill, For my Eternal good.
V. My Christ did lovingly invite Me to his charming Feast; He added to his wond'rous Love, Made me a wiliing Guest. ⟨p. 170⟩I came and found a Banquet rare, He brought me Angels food, He bid me take and eat my fill, For my Eternal good.
VI. He spoke such cheering words of Grace, What do you want, my Friend? What, can you doubt my kind design? Consider and attend. Sin cannot now defeat my Love, Since pardons I will give. Sin seems an unresisted Foe, It shall not always live.
VI. He spoke such chearing words of Grace, What do you want, my Friend? What, can you doubt my kind design? Consider and attend. Sin cannot now defeat my Love, Since pardons I will give. Sin seems an unresisted Foe, It shall not always live.
VII. You feel a dreadful War within, Lusts claim a rightless Throne, But this united force I'll break, Since now you are my own. Satan with all his Darts and Snares Shall prove a fruitless Foe; You are designed for Heaven's Bliss, He to Eternal Woe.
VII. You feel a dreadful War within, Lusts claim a rightless Throne, But this united force I'll break, Since now you are my own. Satan with all his Darts and Snares Shall prove a fruitless Foe; You are design'd for Heaven's Bliss, He to Eternal Woe.