3 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven, 4 Had we ten thousand hearts, dear Lord! We'd give them all to thee; Had we ten thousand tongues, they all BREAD of heaven! on thee we feed, Ever let our souls be fed With the true and living bread! 2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies Lord! thy wounds our healing give, 3 Day by day with strength supplied, Rooted, grafted, built on thee! REMEMBER Thee, redeeming Lord! Can we forget the Prince of life, Who saves us by his grace? 2 The Lord of life, with glory crowned, 3 His glory now no tongue of man That souls are saved from hell. 4 For this he came and dwelt on earth; For this his life was given; For this he fought and vanquished death; 5 Join, all ye saints beneath the sky, COME, thou everlasting Spirit, Let us feel thy power applying WHILE in sweet communion feeding Saviour, may we see thee bleeding Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know. 2 Though unseen, be ever near us, Of thy life and death of woe; How sweet and awful is the place, With Christ within the doors; While everlasting love displays 2 While all our hearts, and all our songs, Join to admire the feast, Each of us cries, with thankful tongues, "Lord, why was I a guest? 3 "Why was I made to hear thy voice, When thousands make a wretched choice, 4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast, That sweetly drew us in; Else we had still refused to taste, 5 Pity the nations, O our God! 337 Lo 8s & 7s. OVE'S abyss there's no exploring, "Tis beyond the seraph's ken: Prostrate at thy feet adoring, We revere thy love to men. 2 Hail the Lamb who came to save us! Hail the love that made him die! This great gift our God hath given us: And we'll raise his honours high. 3 When we join the general chorus Of the royal blood-bought throng, Who to glory went before us, Saved from every tribe and tongue; 4 Then we'll make the blissful regions Echo to our Saviour's praise; While the bright angelic legions, Listen to the charming lays. 338 C. M. GOD, accept our hearts this day, That we from thee no more may stray, 2 Before the cross of him who died, Let every sin be crucified, 3 Anoint us with thy heavenly grace, That we may see thy glorious face, 4 May the dear blood, once shed so free, 339 AT 7s. T the Lamb's high feast we sing, 2 Praise we him, whose love divine 3 Where the Paschal blood is poured, Death's dark angel sheaths his sword; Israel's hosts triumphant go Through the wave that drowns the foe. 4 Christ, our Paschal Lamb, is slain, 5 Hymns of glory and of praise, |