2. Trusting his mild staff always, He makes my cup run o'er, I in and out in peace; He will feed me with the treasure 3. Should not I for gladness leap, 809.* Louisa v. Hayn. (962.) T. 83. MORE than shepherd's faithful T. 582 or 595. (963.) 810. MY Shepherd is the Lamb, The living Lord, who died; With all that's truly good I am Most plenteously supplied: He richly feeds my soul With manna from above, ; Anointeth me with oil; I shall enjoy for evermore The merits of his toil. 3. When faith and hope shall cease, And love prevail alone, I then shall see him face to face, And know as I am known: Then I my Shepherd's care Shall praise and him adore, And in his Father's house shall share True bliss for evermore. (967.) 812.* JESUS, who to save hast power, And who livest evermore For thy flock to intercede, Helping us in time of need;2. Thou, who a divine repast For the poor prepared hast, And leads me where the rivers roll Giving thy own flesh and blood Of everlasting love. 2. My table he doth spread With choicest fare, and I Behold the Lamb, the living bread, And eat most joyfully: As the needy sinner's food;- Z. T. 22. 2. May we so captivated be, (968.) 813.* By thy redeeming love, And fix our thoughts above; How doth it our poor souls abase, To eat thy flesh and drink thy blood, To feed on more than angels' food. 2. Thy sacred body thou didst give For us, that we thereby might live; No pledge of love could be so great: Never may we thy love forget. 3. Thy precious blood, for sinners SINCE Jesus' body I have ate, (guilt; And drank the blood he shed for spilt, (972.) 816.* T. 96 or 90. O may I never him forget: Cleanses our hearts, removes our me, M. Luther. (973.) 817.* Pfefferkorn. T. 83. T. 185. CHRIST, how are thy people PRAISE be given to Christ, our soul's beloved, bless'd With thee as their Head united: By us sinners; what are we? Still we, by thy love excited, us, And we drink his blood once shed, We meet with one accord; Until thou shalt appear; 818. T. 595. COME, O my soul, and sing He bids us drink his blood: Confirms us in the faith, Watts. 4. We are forgiv'n and reconcil'd, THOU Lamb once slain, thy flesh (fill'd and blood, Our happiness renew'd, Our hearts with deep abasement Which thou didst sacrifice for us And with his blood bedew'd. 5. From all anxiety and dread, Which else our souls oppress'd, Thanks be to him, we now are freed, For he hath given us rest. (487.) 820.* THE enjoyment of Christ's flesh and blood, T. 22. Upon the altar of the cross, (good, (977.) 822.* T. 22. Which is on earth our highest HAPPY, thrice happy hour of His members closely should unite,| And them to mutual love excite. 2. Love he most strongly did enforce, Just ere he finished his course; For love most fervently he pray'd, The night in which he was betray'd. 3. O that we all could quite fulfil Our Saviour's testament and will; To love each other we desire; Come, sacred Love, our hearts inspire. grace! 257 XXXVIII. HYMNS FOR DIFFERENT AGES AND He loveth children tenderly, 2. Yes, gracious Saviour, I believe (981.) 825. J. Swertner. T. 14. How full of sin and shame, For thou didst bless them formerly; O WHAT a wretched heart have I, grace, How day by day to blame! 2. Lord, look on me 'midst all my faults; My And when thou seest my guilt, Think why thy blood was spilt. T. 14. THOUGH Christ was God and all things made, Himself he humbled thus; That he, a servant in our stead, Might minister to us. 2. Our Saviour was a lovely child, His parents' chief delight, And never misbehave. 4. A child true happiness may find, And humbly ought to pray : 4. When thou, dear Jesus, wast a child, Thou hadst no sin like me; More harmless than a lamb, O LORD, forgive a sinful child, 2. O change my vile and stubborn heart, Like thee O make me pure; To me thy love divine impart, Keep me from sin secure. 3. Self-will, that cruel enemy, No more I would obey; Thy Spirit shall my teacher be, And guide me in thy way. 4. O may I never speak a word But what I truly mean, Nor lie to thee, most gracious Lord, By whom each thought is seen. 5. I'll make thy wondrous, dying Dear Lord, my daily song; (love, And joys, like theirs who sing above, Shall tune my infant tongue. 827. T. 14. NOW that my journey's just My course so little trod, (begun, I'll stay, before I further run, And give myself to God. 2. And, lest I should be ever led Through sinful paths astray, I would begin at once to tread In wisdom's pleasant way. 13. What sorrows may my steps I cannot now foretell; (attend, But if the Lord will be my friend, I know that all is well. 4. And, Lord, whatever grief or ill For me may be in store, Make me submissive to thy will, And I would ask no more. 5. Attend me through my youthful Whatever be my lot; (way, And when I'm feeble, old, and O Lord, forsake me not. (grey, Jane Taylor. 828. T. 14. YOUNG children once to Jesus His blessing to entreat: (came, And I may humbly do the same Before his mercy-seat. 2. For when their feeble hands were spread, And bent each infant knee, "Forbid them not," the Saviour And so he says to me. (said, 3. Though now he is not here below, But on his heavenly hill, To him may little children go, And seek a blessing still. |