2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake:
What love through all His actions ran !
What wondrous words of grace He spake!
3 This is My body, broke for sin,—
Receive and eat the living food :'

Then took the cup, and bless'd the wine;
'Tis the new cov'nant in My blood.'

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4 For us His flesh with nails was torn,

He bore the scourge, He felt the thorn:
And justice pour'd upon His head
It's heavy vengeance in our stead.

5 For us His vital blood was spilt,
To buy the pardon of our guilt,
When for our crimes of deepest dyes
He gave His soul a sacrifice.

6 'Do this,' he cried, till time shall end,

In mem'ry of your dying Friend

'Meet at My table, and record

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'The love of your departed LORD.'

7 JESUS, Thy feast we celebrate,

We show Thy death, we sing Thy Name,
Till Thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage-supper of the LAMB.

Hymn.

Design of the Lord's Supper.

1 COME, all who truly bear

The Name of CHRIST your LORD,
His last mysterious supper share,
And keep His kindest word.

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Hereby your faith approve
In JESUS crucified:

In mem❜ry of My dying love!
Do this,'-He said, and died.

The badge and token this,

The sure confirming seal,

That He is ours, and we are His,
The servants of His will.

Then let us still profess

Our Master's honour'd Name, Stand forth His faithful witnesses, True foll'wers of the LAMB.

Part of His church below,

We thus our right maintain, Our living membership we show, And in the fold remain.

Hymn.

Lord's Supper-Memorial, &c.

1 JESUS is gone above the skies,

Where our weak senses reach him not; And carnal objects court our eyes

To thrust our SAVIOUR from our thought.

2 He knows what wand'ring hearts we have,
Apt to forget His lovely face;
And, to refresh our minds, He gave
These kind memorials of His grace.

3 The LORD of life His table spread
With His own flesh and dying blood;
We on the rich provision feed,

And taste the wine, and bless the GOD.

4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem;
CHRIST and His love fill ev'ry thought,
And faith and hope be fix'd on Him.

5 While He is absent from our sight,
Tis to prepare our souls a place,
That we may dwell in heav'nly light,
And live for ever near His face.

6 Our eyes look upwards to the hills
Whence our returning LORD shall come ;
We wait Thy chariot's awful wheels
To fetch our longing spirits home.

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Hymn.

Lord's Supper blessed Food.

THE banquet that we eat

Is made of heav'nly things;

Earth hath no dainties half so sweet
As our REDEEMER brings.

In vain had Adam sought

And search'd his garden round, For there was no such blessed fruit...

In all the happy ground.

Can never taste this food;

They feast upon their Maker's love,
But not a SAVIOUR'S blood.

We bless Thy bounteous hand,
And sing the solemn feast,

Where sweet celestial dainties stand
For ev'ry willing guest.

Hymn.

Compassion of a dying Saviour.

1 OUR spirits join t' adore the LAMB:
O that our feeble lips could move
In strains immortal as His Name,
And melting as His dying love!
2 Was ever equal pity found?

The Prince of Heav'n resigns His breath, And pours His life out on the ground, To ransom guilty worms from death. 3 Here we have wash'd our deepest stains,

And heal'd our wounds with heav'nly blood : Bless'd fountain! springing from the veins Of JESUS our incarnate GOD.

4 In vain our mortal voices strive

To speak compassion so' divine;
Had we a thousand lives to give,
A thousand lives should all be Thine.
Hymn.

Christ Crucified.

1 WHEN on the cross my LORD I see,
Bleeding to death for wretched me,
Satan and sin no more can move,
For I am all transform'd to love.

2 His thorns and nails pierce through my heart; In ev'ry groan I bear a part;

I view His wounds with streaming eyes;
But see! He bows His head, and dies!

3 Come, sinners, view the LAMB of GOD,
Wounded and dead, and bath'd in blood!
Behold His side, and venture near,
The well of endless life is here.

Hymn.

During Celebration.

1 JESUS, dear redeeming LORD,
Magnify Thy dying word,

In Thy ordinance appear;
Come, and meet Thy foll'wers here.
2 In the rite Thou hast enjoin'd
Let us now our SAVIOUR find,
Drink Thy blood for sinners shed,
Taste Thee in the broken bread.

3 Thou our faithful hearts prepare,
Thou Thy pard'ning grace declare,
Thou who hast for sinners died
Show Thyself the crucified!

4 All the pow'r of sin remove,
Fill us with Thy perfect love,
Stamp us with the stamp divine,
Seal our souls for ever Thine.

Wymn.

Praise to Christ.

1 To our REDEEMER'S glorious Name Awake the sacred song:

O may His love (immortal flame!)
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue!

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach, What mortal tongue display?

Imagination's utmost stretch

In wonder dies away.