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(387.) L. M. 514.
The institution of the Lord's Supper. 1 'TWAS on that dreadful, doleful night,
When the whole pow'r of darkness re. Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betray'd him to his foes, 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! § “This is my body broke for sin;
Receive and eat the living food.”
took the cup and bless'd the wine: “ 'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood.” “Do this (he cried) till time shall end,
In mem'ry of your dying friend:
C. M. 515.
Welcome to the Table.
And God invites to sup:
Were press’d, to fill the cup.
With royal dainties fed;
For Jesus is the bread.
Ye trembling souls, appear!
Have no acceptance here,
The banquet spread for you;
If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place,
(390.) S. M. Communion at the Lord's Tablo 1
invites his saints To mect around his board: Here those he died to save may hold
Communion with their Lord. 2 Oar beav'nly Father calls
Christ and his members one: We are the children of his love,
And he the first-born Son. 3 We are the ser 'ral parts
Of the same broken bread; One body with its sev'ral limbs,
But Jesus is the head.
His glorious name to raise;
And ev'ry voice be praise!
517. (392.) L. M.
ESUS is gone above the skies,
Where our weak senses reach nim not; And carnal objects couit our eyes,
To thrust our Saviour from our though.t. 2 He knows, what wand'ring hearts we have,
Apt to forget his lovely face;
These kind memorials of his grace. 3 The Lord of life his table spread
With his own flesh and dying blood,
4. Let sinful sweets be all forgot,
And earth grow less in our esteem; Christ and his lore fill ev'ry thought,
And faith and liope be fix'd on him. 5 While he is absent from our sight,
'T'is to prepare our souls a place; That we may dwell in heav'nly light,
And live for ever near his face.
The bleeding Saviour's name,
And eat the Paschal Lamb: Our passover was slain,
At Salem's hallowed place, Yet we who in our tents remain,
Shall gain his largest grace. 2 This eucharistic feast,
Our every want supplies,
And share his sacrifice;
'Who here his passion show, And God out of his lioly seat
. Shall all his gifts bestow; 3 Who thus our faith employ
His suffprings to record, E'en now we mournfully enjoy
Communiun with our Lord; As though we every one
Beneath his cross had stood, And seen him heave, and heard him groan,
And felt his gushing blood.
The mortal pang is past!
We too with him are dead,
And shall with him arise,
Shall lift us to the skies.
C. M, 1 O THOU, who this myster.vus bread
Didst in Emmaus break, Return herewith our souls to feed,
And to thy foll’wers speak. 2 Unseal the volume of thy grace,
Apply the gospel word; Open our eyes to see thy face,
Our hearts, to know thee, Lord.
Till thou the veil remove:
With flames of perfect love.
And make thy mercy known, And give our pardon'd souls to feel
That God and love are one. 520.
(388.) L. M. The Eucharist commemorative. 1 "EAT, drink, in mem’ry of your frien..!"
Such was our Master's last request; Who all the pangs of death endur'd,
That we might live for ever blest. ? Yes, we'll record thy matchless grace,
Thou dearest, tend'rest, best of friends! Thy dying love the noblest praise
Of long eternity transcends. 3 'Tis pleasure more than earth can give,
Thy goodness through these veils to see, Thy table food celestial yields;
And happy they, who sit with thee,
4 But oh ! what vast transporting joys.
Shall fill our breasts, our tongues inspire, When, join'd with the celestial train,
Our grateful souls thy love admire!
(389.) L. M. 521. The Eucharist commanded by Jesus. THIS feast was Jesus' high behest,
This cup of thanks his last request. Ye, who can feel his worth, attend:
Eat, drink, in mem’ry of your friend. 2 Around the patriot's bust ye throng;
Him ye exalt in swelling song;.
Who freed from vassalage his kind. 3 And shall not he your praises reap,
Who rescues from the iron sleep?
Unbinds the captives e'en of death? 4 Shall he, who, sinful men to save,
Became a tenant of the grave,
Pass unremember'd to the skies?
To hymn the Saviour's welcome name:
Repeat his praise in worlds above. 522. Communicants must love Christ and one
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another. i foll'wers of the Prince of peace, YE
Who round his table draw! Remember what his spirit was,
What his peculiar law. 9 The love, which all his bosom fill'd, Did all his actions guide: