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Thou didst give Thy - self for me, Now I give my - self to Thee.

A-MEN.

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2 Thou didst die that I might live;

Claim, O Christ, Thy love unfailing:

Blessed Lord, Thou cam'st to save me; Thou didst give Thyself for me,

All that love of God could give
Jesus by His sorrows gave me:
Thou didst give Thyself for me,
Now I give myself to Thee.

3 By the thorns that crowned Thy brow, By the spear wound and the nailing, By the pain and death, I now

Now I give myself to Thee.

4 Wilt Thou own the gift I bring?
All my penitence I give Thee;
Thou art my exalted King,

Of Thy matchless love forgive me:
Thou didst give Thyself for me,
Now I give myself to Thee.

Rev. John Brownlie, 1907: based on the Greek

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2 When the weary ones we love
Enter on their rest above,
Seems the earth so poor and vast,
All our life-joy overcast?
Hush, be every murmur dumb:
It is only till He come.

3 Clouds and conflicts round us press:
Would we have one sorrow less?
All the sharpness of the cross,

331 (SCHUMANN) S. M.
1 A parting hymn we sing

Around Thy table, Lord;
Again our grateful tribute bring,
Our solemn vows record.

2 Here have we seen Thy face,
And felt Thy presence here;
So may the savor of Thy grace
In word and life appear.

All that tells the world is loss, Death and darkness, and the tomb, Only whisper "Till He come."

4 See, the feast of love is spread, Drink the wine, and break the bread: Sweet memorials, till the Lord Call us round His heavenly board; Some from earth, from glory some, Severed only till He come.

Bishop Edward H. Bickersteth, 1862

3 The purchase of Thy blood,
By sin no longer led,
The path our dear Redeemer trod
May we rejoicing tread.

4 In self-forgetting love

Be our communion shown,
Until we join the Church above,
And know as we are known.

Rev. Aaron R. Wolfe, 1858

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Anon. (Latin, c. 17th cent.). Trans. by Rev. Ray Palmer, 1858: verse 2, lines 1, 3, 4, alt.

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2 Here would I feed upon the bread of God,
Here drink with Thee the royal wine of heaven;

Here would I lay aside each earthly load,
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

3 This is the hour of banquet and of song;

This is the heavenly table spread for me:
Here let me feast, and, feasting, still prolong
The brief, bright hour of fellowship with Thee.

4 I have no help but Thine, nor do I need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon:
It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;

My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.

5 Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness;
Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood;
Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace,
Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my God.

Rev. Horatius Bonar, 1855

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