3 of thee we still commune, and mourn
Till thou the veil remove:
Talk with us, and our hearts shall burn
With flames of perfect love.
4 Enkindle now the heav'nly zeal,
And make thy mercy known,
And give our pardon'd souls to feel
That God and love are one.
The eucharist commemorative.
AT, drink, in mem'ry of your friend!"
Such was our Master's last request;
Who all the pangs of death endur'd,
That we might live for ever blest.
2 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 O! what vast transporting joys
Shall fill our breasts, our tongues inspire,
When join'd with yon celestial train,
Our grateful souls thy love admire.
521 The Eucharist commanded by Christ. L. M
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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;
HIS feast was Jesus' high behest,
For him the wreath of glory bind,
Who freed from vassalage his kind.
3 And shall not He your praises reap,
Who rescues from the iron sleep?
The great Deliverer, whose breath
Unbinds the captives e'en of death?
4 Shall he who, sinful men to save,
Became a tenant of the grave,
Unthank'd, uncelebrated, rise,
Pass unremember'd to the skies?
5 Christians! unite with loud acclaim,
To hymn the Savior's welcome name:
On earth extol his wondrous love;
Repeat his praise in worlds above.
Love to Christ and one another.
foll'wers of the Prince of peace,
Who round his table draw,
Remember what his spirit was,
What his peculiar law.
2 The love, which all his bosom fill'd,
Did all his actions guide:
Inspir'd by love, he liv'd and taught;
Inspir'd by love, he died.
3 And do you love him? do you feel
Your warm affections move?
This is the proof which he demands,
That you each other love.
4 Let each the sacred law fulfil;
Like his, be ev'ry mind;
Be ev'ry temper form'd by love,
And ev'ry action kind.
5 Let none, who call themselves his friends
Disgrace the honor'd name;
But by a near resemblance prove
The title which they claim.
Meditating on the cross of Christ.
1 COME see on bloody Calvary,
Suspended on th' accursed tree,
A harmless suff'rer, cover'd o'er
With shame, and welt'ring in his gore.
2 Is this the Savior, long foretold
To usher in the age of gold?
To make the reign of sorrow cease,
And bind the jarring world in peace?
3 'Tis He, 'tis He!-he kindly shrouds
His glories in a night of clouds,
That souls might from their ruin rise
And heir th' imperishable skies.
4 See, to their refuge and their rest,
From all the bonds of guilt releas'd,
Transgressors to his cross repair
And find a full redemption there.
5 Jesus, what millions of our race
Have been the triumphs of thy grace,
And millions more to thee shall fly,
And on thy sacrifice rely.
A sacramental hymn.
LORD, at thy table I behold
The wonders of thy grace;
But most of all admire that I
Should find a welcome place:
2 I that am all defil'd with sin,
A rebel to my God;
I that have crucified his Son,
And trampled on his blood.
3 What strange, surprising grace is this,
That such a soul has room!
My Savior takes me by the hand,
My Jesus bids me come.
4 "Eat, O my friend," the Savior cries,
"The feast was made for you;
For you I groan'd, and bled, and died,
And rose, and triumph'd too."
5 With trembling faith, and bleeding hearts,
Lord, we accept thy love:
'Tis a rich banquet we have had,
What will it be above!*
6 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord,
I'd give them all to thee;
Had I ten thousand tongues, they all
Should join the harmony.
My flesh is meat indeed.
ERE at thy table, Lord, we meet
To feed on food divine:
Thy body is the bread we eat,
Thy precious blood the wine.
2 He that prepares this rich repast,
Himself comes down and dies;
And then invites us thus to feast
Upon the sacrifice.**
3 Sure there was never love so free,
Dear Savior, so divine!
Well thou may'st claim that heart of me
Which owes so much to thine.
4 Yes, thou shalt surely have my heart,
My soul, my strength, my all;
With life itself I'll freely part,
My Jesus, at thy call.
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 O let thy table honor'd be,
And furnish'd well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes.
3 Let crowds approach; with hearts prepar'd
With warm desire, let all attend;
Nor, when we leave our Father's board,
The pleasure or the profit end.
4 Revive thy dying churches, Lord!
Aud bid our drooping graces live;
And more that energy afford,
A Savior's death alone can give.
5 Nor let thy spreading gospel rest,
Till through the world thy truth has run,
Till with this bread all men be blest
Who see the light or feel the sun.
Prayer for the world's conversion.
PITY the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.
2 We long to see thy churches full,
That all thy faithful race
May, with one voice and heart and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.
KINGDOM AND CHURCH OF CHRIST. 528 Effusion of the Spirit on Pentecost day. L. M 1 GREAT was the day, the joy was great, When the divine disciples met;
While on their heads the spirit came,
And sat like tongues of cloven flame.
2 What gifts, what miracles he gave!
And pow'r to kill and pow'r to save!
Furnish'd their tongues with wondrous words
Instead of shields and spears and swords.
3 Nations, the learned and the rude,
Were by these heav'nly arms subdu'd,
The heathen saw thy glory, Lord!
And, wond'ring, bless'd thy gracious word.
4 Come the great day, the glorious hour,
When all shall feel thy saving pow'r,
And the whole race of man confess
The beauty of thy holiness!
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