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192. After the Ordinance of the Lord's Supper. ,, . . [Tune, Regent Street. The Lord of the feast We solemly bless, And pray that each guest May grow in his grace: Thanks for his preparing This banquet of love; O may we all share in The banquet abovel
193. The Lord our Shepherd. S. M.
1 The Lord my shepherd is,
I shall be well supply'd;
Since he is mine and I am his,
What can I want beside?
2 He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.
3 If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim,
And guides me in his own right way,
For his most holy name:
4 While he affords his aid
I cannot yield to fear;
Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade,
My Shepherd's with me there.
In spite of all my foes
Thou dost my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.
The bounties of thy love
Shall crown my following days;
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.
* * * * * * * o * , of • * * in on 1 Characters of Christ, borrowed from inanimate Things in Scripture. L. M.
1 Go worship at Immanuel's feet,
See in his face what wonders meet;
Earth is too narrow to express
His worth, his glory, or his grace.
The whole creation can afford
But some faint shadows of my Lord:
Nature, to make his beauties known,
Must mingle colours not her own.
Is he compared to wine or bread?
Dear Lord, our souls would thus be fed;
That flesh, that dying blood of thine,
Is bread of life, is heav'nly wine.
Is he a tree? The world receives
Salvation from his healing leaves;
That righteous branch, that fruitful bough,
Is David's root and offspring too.
Is he a rose? Not Sharon yields
Such fragrancy in all her fields;
Or, if the lily he assume,
The valleys bless the rich perfume.
6 Is he a vine? His heav'nly root of
Supplies the boughs with life and fruit:
Blest union! which doth firmly join on
My soul, the branch, to Christ the vine. -
7 Is he the head? Each member lives
And owns the vital pow'rs he gives; , ;
The saints below, and saints above, is
Join’d by his spirit and his love.” “... "
8 Is he a rock? How firm he proves!
The Rock of ages never moves;
Yet the sweet streams that from him flow
Attend us all the desert thro’.
9 Is he away? He leads to God;
The path is drawn in lines of blood;
There would I walk, with faith and zeal,
'Till I arrive at Zion's hill. .
10 Not earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars,
Nor heav'n, his full resemblance bears;
His beauties we shall clearer trace
When we behold him face to face.
l When, overwhelm'd with grief, My heart within me dies,
, Helpless, and far from all relief, To heaven I lift my eyes.
2 O lead me to the Rock -
That's high above my head,
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade!
3 Within thy presence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide; . .
Thou art the tow'r of my defence,
1 JEsus, lover of thy nation, -
Saviour of thy people free, . . . .
Visit us with thy salvation; ...
Let us, Lord, thy glory see!
O revive us, ...
That we may rejoice in thee!
2 Let us find thy love surrounding
Us, thy fickle children, here;
And thy mighty grace abounding,
Leading us in holy fear!
Guide us, Jesus,
To our souls be ever near!
3 May we never more forget thee,
(Base ingratitude indeed!)
Keep us with thine arm almighty,
Us in verdant pastures lead:
Be our guardian,
Till from this vain world we're freed .
4 Then, O sweetest, lovely Jesus,
When in heav'n we see thy face,
Who from all our bondage freed us,
We will give thee all the praise!
All the glory
Shall redound to thy free grace!
ol 97, ... . . At parting. 8, 7. May the grace of Christ our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favour, Rest upon us from above! Thus may we abide in union With each other and the Lord; And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford!
1 For a season cald to part,
Let us now ourselves commend
To the gracious eye and heart
Of our ever-present friend.
2 Jesus, hear our humble pray'rs
Tender shepherd of thy sheep,
Let thy mercy and thy care
All our souls in safety keep!
3 In thy strength may we be strong,
Sweeten every cross and pain;
Give us, if we live, ere long,
Here to meet in peace again.