116 HEAVENLY FATHER, may Thy love Beam upon us from above;
Let this infant find a place
In Thy covenant of grace!
2 Son of God, be with us here,
Listen to our humble prayer;
Let Thy blood on Calvary spilt
Cleanse this child from nature's guilt.
3 Holy Ghost, to Thee we cry,
Thou this infant sanctify;
Thine Almighty power display,
Seal him to redemption's day.
4 Great Jehovah, Father, Son,
Holy Spirit, Three in One,
Let the blessing come from Thee,
Thine shall all the glory be.
117 ONCE to other lords we bow'd;
None were more enslav'd than we;
Once we join'd the thoughtless crowd:
Saviour, now we come to Thee.
2 Lord, we now confess with shame,
How we slighted all Thy love;
How we long withstood Thy claim,
And against Thy mercy strove.
3 Henceforth, we desire to be
Thine alone, for ever Thine:
Saviour, set Thy people free;
Saviour, on Thy people shine.
118 LORD, shall Thy children come to Thee?
A boon of love Divine we seek :
Brought to Thine arms in infancy,
Ere heart could feel, or tongue could
speak,
Thy children pray for grace, that they
May come themselves to Thee to-day.
2 Lord, shall we come,-and come again?
Oft as we see yon
table spread,
And (tokens of Thy dying pain,)
The wine poured out, the broken bread,
Bless, bless, O Lord, Thy children's prayer,
That they may come and find Thee there.
3 Lord, shall we come ?-not thus alone,
At holy time, or solemn rite,
But every hour till life be flown,
Through weal or woe, in gloom or light,
Come to Thy throne of grace, that we
In faith, hope, love, confirmed may be.
119 THY solemn vows are on me, Lord;
Thou shalt receive my praise;
How good, how faithful is Thy word;
How righteous are Thy ways:
2 Thou hast redeem'd my soul from death:
Oh set Thy pris'ner free,
That heart and hand, and life and breath,
May be employ'd for Thee.
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.
2 Hail, sacred feast which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood!
Thrice happy he who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food!
3 O let Thy table honour'd be,
And furnished well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes!
121 COME, my soul, in faith draw nigh:
Come, and taste a Saviour's love:
See Him suffer, bleed, and die ;
See Him pleading now above.
2. Come, behold his precious blood,
Shed, from sin to set thee free
See his body, heav'nly food,
Bruis'd and torn with nails for thee.
3 Jesus, what a bounteous feast
Hungry souls are call'd to share!
Though of saints I am the least,
To Thy table I repair.
4 Here I think upon Thy love,
Till with sacred joy I burn,
Till my heart Thy mercies move,
Till I love Thee in return.
122 BREAD of the world, in mercy broken,
Wine of the soul, in mercy shed,
By whom the words of life were spoken,
And in whose death our sins are dead,-
Look on the heart by sorrow broken,
Look on the tears by sinners shed,
And be Thy feast to us the token
That by Thy grace our souls are fed.
123 BRETHREN, come! our Saviour bids
Bids us to a feast of love :
Bless the Lord, whose bounty feeds us
With provision from above!
Ye for whom his life was given,
Come, and eat the bread of heaven!
2 Let us think of Him who bought us;
'Tis the Saviour's own command:
When we wander'd, Jesus sought us;
Now He leads us by the hand :
Now He gives us hope, and says,
We shall sing his endless praise.
3 Oh, how much his people owe Him,
For the love that He has shown!
Well may we surrender to Him
All that once we call'd our own:
Lord, we give ourselves to Thee;
Thou our Guide, our Master be!
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 :
Then grant us that for which we plead,-
Increase our faith, our sins forgive!
125 ABBA, Father, while we sing,
Hear the thankful praise we bring;
Taught to cast our care on Thee,
Daily mercies, Lord, we see:
Yet enrich us with Thy grace,
Give us with Thy sons a place.
2 By the Holy Spirit led,
Nourish'd with celestial bread,
Strengthen'd through their mortal strife,
Kept to everlasting life,
Peace and hope to them are giv'n,
Time and glory, earth and heav'n.
3 What, though trials wait us here,
Christ endur'd what we must bear
If his grace our strength sustain,
Welcome sorrow, shame, and pain;
Peace shall flow from ev'ry loss,
Endless glory from the cross.
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