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THE LORD'S SUPPER. 120 MY God, and is Thy table spread ?
And does Thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them all its sweetness know.
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood !
That sacred stream, that heavenly food !
And furnished well with joyful guests;
121 COME, my soul, in faith draw nigh:
Come, and taste a Saviour's love:
See Him pleading now above.
Shed, from sin to set thee free:
Bruis'd and torn with nails for thee.
To Thy table I repair.
4 Here I think upon Thy love,
Till with sacred joy I burn,
122 BREAD of the world, in mercy broken,
Wine of the soul, in mercy shed,
And in whose death our sins are dead,-
Look on the tears by sinners shed,
That by Thy grace our souls are fed.
123 BRETHREN, come! our Saviour bids
Bids us to a feast of love : [us,
With provision from above !
2 Let us think of Him who bought us;
'Tis the Saviour's own command:
Now He leads us by the hand :
3 Oh, how much his people owe Him,
For the love that He has shown !
All that once we call'd our own :
124 To Thee, O Lord our God, we come !
For Thou art great, and Thou art good; Around Thy throne we know there's room, And on Thy table richest food.
2 'Tis sweet to know, that all we need
Is found in Him, by whom we live :
125 A BBA, Father, while we sing,
Hear the thankful praise we bring ;
2 By the Holy Spirit led,
Nourish'd with celestial bread,
3 What, though trials wait us here,
126 STAY, trembling soul ! and do not fear,
At Jesus' board for thee there's room ; He who hath loved thee, says, “Draw near;
'Tis Christ Himself that bids thee come. 2 Come, with thy burden'd, broken heart :
Partake His grace, so full, so free :
Unbless'd; for Jesus died for thee.
And wash thee white in Jesus' blood :
E'en Christ, thy Saviour, and thy God! 4 Though tremblingly thou dost fulfil
His last command, fear not; for He
MINISTERS. 127 FATHER of mercies, bow Thine ear,
Attentive to our humble pray'r;
Faithful, successful may they be.
Oh may their word indeed be Thine :
Strengthen their faith, and love, and zeal. 3 Teach them immortal souls to win,
And rescue from the snares of sin;
128 LORD, cause Thy face on us to shine;
Give us Thy peace, and seal us Thine :
2 O King of Salem, Prince of Peace !
Bid strife among Thy subjects cease;
3 Bless all, whose voice salvation brings,
Who minister in holy things :
129 SPIRIT of light and truth, from Thee
Help for our pastors we implore;
2 When foemen watch their tents by night,
And gath'ring mists hang thick and wide,