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[Tune, Shining Shore, No. 496,] 8s & 7s. P.
He bids us seek this hallowed grave,
[Tune, Martyn, No. 771.]
1 CHRIST, who came my soul to save,
2 In the garden, o'er his soul
I'll follow then my glorious Lord,
He saves my soul, he's left his word
2 For me the cross and shame to bear, Dear Saviour, thou wast willing; Nor would I shrink thy yoke to wear, All righteousness fulfilling.
3 Jesus, to thee I yield my all;
In thy kind arms infold me; My heart is fixed,-no fears appall, Thy gracious power shall hold me. 1094
Thou wast laid beneath the wave;
Beneath the yielding wave,
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When he lay in the grave. 2 The light of truth is spreading, And shining now for thee; And sweet its notes are sounding To set the captive free; And while this glorious message Is spreading far around, Some souls exposed to ruin, Redeeming grace have found.
1. Our Saviour, meek and low
He an ex
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2 For on that night he was betrayed,
He rose and washed his brethren's feet. 3 'T was Christ, the Lord of earth and sky! He laid his royal garments by, And washed their feet, to show that we Should always kind and humble be. 4 But Peter said: "It shall not be!
Thou shalt not stoop to washing me!" O, that no Christian here may say, "I'm too unworthy to obey!"
5 "You call me Lord, and Master too: Then do as I have done to you; All my commands and counsel heed, And show your love by word and deed. 6 "Ye shall be happy if ye know
And do these things by faith, pelow; For I'll protect you till I come, And then I'll take you to your home." 1097
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1 AT thy command, O Lord, our hope, We come around thy table here; We break the bread, we bless the cup, That show thy death, till thou appear. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in One that died; We hope for heavenly crowns above From a Redeemer crucified.
3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, And cast their scandals on thy cause! We come to boast our Saviour's name, And make our triumph in his cross.
4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He that was dead hath left the tomb;
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1 'T WAS on that dark, that doleful night, When powers of earth and hell arose Against the Son, God's dear delight,
And friends betrayed him to his foes: 2 Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and blessed 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 blessed the wine: ""T is the new covenant in my blood." 4 "Do this," he said, " till time shall end,Meet at my table, and record, In memory of your dying Friend,
The love of your departed Lord." 5 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.
1. Thy brok-en bod-y, gra-cious Lord, Is shadowed by this brok- en bread; f
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2 And while we meet together thus, We show that we are one in thee: Thy precious blood was shed for us;
Thy death, O Lord, has set us free. 3 We have one hope that thou wilt come: Thee in the air we wait to see; Then thou wilt give thy saints a home, And we shall ever reign with thee.
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1 THE sun had set on Syria's plain, The night had bloomed with stars again, When, as his fateful hour drew nigh, The Saviour knew that he must die. 2 As still drew nigh that hour of dread, Wait his disciples pale and sad, When he, with love's compassion sweet, Knelt lowly down and washed their feet. 3 Draw near to us, O Lord, we pray;
We follow in thy steps to-day; Here with thy saints 't is joy to meet, And bow, and humbly wash their feet. 4 0 thou bright King, within whose hand The ages glide like grains of sand, Now hear us pray that we may be All lowly, meek, and pure, like thee.
5 And when that glorious morn shall break,
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1 'T WAS wondrous depth of heavenly love
2 He left his own majestic bliss,
To sojourn in a world like this;
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1 IN imitation, Lord, of thee,
This solemn service we repeat;
Has made this humble duty sweet. 2 Renew each sacred spark of love,
And vitalize the holy flame;
While this we do in Jesus' name.
3 Our great Example thou shalt be,
In washing thy disciples' feet;