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3 Lord, may they ever live to thee,
399. L. M. Parkinson's Selection. Young Members wishing to live to God.
ENEW'D by grace, we love the word,
2 Lord, may we feel that we are thine, And sweetly on thy breast recline; Thy name revere, thy word obey, And never cease to watch and pray. 3 May we continue in thy ways,
Delight to pray-delight to praise;
THE LORD'S SUPPER.
400. L. M. Watts.
The Lord's Supper instituted. 1 Cor. xi. 23, &c. WAS on that dark, that doleful night, powers of
Against the Son of God's delight,
2 Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake:
3 This is my body, broke for sin,
4 'Do this,' he cried, 'till time shall end,
401. C. M. Relief Hymns. Do this in Remembrance of Me.
ACCORDING to thy gracious word,
In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord,
2 Thy body, broken for
3 When to the cross I turn my eyes, And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!
4 Remember thee, and all thy pains,
Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
5 And when these feekle lips grow dumb, And mind, and memory flee,
And thou shalt in thy kingdom come,
402. C. M. Pres. Standard.
The Holy Spirit Invoked at the Table
NOGETHER with these symbols, Lord, Thy blessed self impart; And let thy sacred flesh and blood, Feed the believing heart.
2 Let us from all our sins be wash'd
3 Come, Holy Ghost, with Jesu's love,
403. C. M. Hart.
A remembrance of Christ at his table.
2 To keep the feast, Lord, we are met,
3 Thy sufferings, Lord, each sacred sign
4 O tune our tongues, and put in frame
404. L. M. Watts
Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ. HEN I cross,
W on which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,
4 His dying crimson, like a robe,
5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
405. C. M. Watts.
The Feast of Divine Love.
Luke xiv. 17, 22, 23.
OW sweet and awful is the place
Where everlasting love displays
2 Here every bowel of our God With soft compassion rolls,
Here peace and pardon, bought with blood,
3 While all our hearts, and all our songs, Join to admire the feast,
Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, 'Lord, why was I a guest?'
4 'Why was I made to hear thy voice,
5 'Twas the same love that spread the feast,
Else we had still refus'd to taste,
6 Pity the nations, O our God,
406. C. M.
Prayer at the Lord's Table. ESPLENDENT Sun! thy rays impart; Shed forth thy light and heat; Diffuse thy warmth through every heart;Make our communion sweet.
2 Celestial breeze, awake, and come;
407. C. M. Watts. Divine Glories, and our graces. TOW are thy glories here display'd,
While at thy word we break the bread,
2 Here thy revenging justice stands,
3 Thy saints attend with every grace,
And love appears with cheerful face,
4 Our hope in waiting posture sits,
5 Zeal and Revenge perform their part,