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Savioub, who Thy flock art feeding
AH the feeble gently leading,
While the lambs Thy bosom share:
Now these little ones receiving,
There, we know, Thy Word believing,
Never, from Thy pasture roving,
Let them be the lion's prey; Let Thy tenderness so loving
Keep them all life's dangerous way:
Then, within Thy fold eternal,
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink the rivers of Thy grace. Amen.
Lobd, shall Thy children come to Thee?
Brought to Thy 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.
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.
Lord, shall we come? not thus alone
At holy time or solemn rite, But every hour, till life be flown,
In weal or woe, in gloom or light! Come to Thy throne of grace, that we In faith, hope, love, confirmed may be.
Lord, shall we come? Come yet again?
Thy children ask one blessing more— To come, not now alone, but then
When life and death and time are o'er, Then, then to come, O Lord, and be Confirmed in heaven, confirmed by Thee.
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My God, and is Thy table spread,
And doth Thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them all Thy sweetness know.
Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes,
Thrice happy he who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food.
Why are its dainties all in vain
Was not for them the Victim slain?
O let Thy table honoured be,
And furnished well with joyful guests; And may each soul salvation see
That here its sacred pledges tastes.
Revive Thy dying churches, Lord,
And more, that energy afford,
A Saviour's blood alone can give. Anien.
O God, unseen yet ever near,
Thy presence may we feel; And, thus inspired with holy fear,
Before Thy Table kneel.
Here may Thy faithful people know
The blessings of Thy love, The streams that through the desert flow,
The manna from above.
We come, obedient to Thy word,
To feast on heavenly food;
Our drink, His precious Blood.
Thus would we all Thy words obey,
For we, O God, are Thine; And go rejoicing on our way,
Renewed with strength divine.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God Whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore. Amen.
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Jesus, we thus obey
Thy last and kindest word,
And in Thine own appointed way
Thus we remember Thee,
And take this bread and wine
As Thine own dying legacy,
Thy Presence makes the feast;
Now let our spirits feel
The joy unspeakable!
With high and heavenly bliss
Thy house of banqueting is thii,
Now let our souls be fed
With manna from above,
Of everlasting love. Amen.
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Jesu, Thou joy of loving hearts!
Thou Fount of life! Thou Light of men! Prom the best bliss that earth imparts
We turn unfilled to Thee again.
Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
Thou savest those that on Thee call; To them that seek Thee, Thou art good,
To them that find Thee, All in AU!