731.* T. 594. JESUS, how great was thy desire, Once more to eat the paschal lamb With thy dear flock! O what love's fire Did here thy sorr'wing soul inflame! Each precious word thy kindness showeth,
Thereby we are divinely blest: The love that in thy bosom gloweth Is herein render'd manifest.
2 Thy love is great beyond all measure, Thence we derive eternal good; Thou grantest us, O what a treasure! Thy holy body, and thy blood; Lord Jesus, was it not sufficient That thou shouldst die for our offence, But, out of love, thou ev'ry patient Wouldst heal, and make thy re-
3 O love divine! how strong, how ardent!
More strong than death! our life to gain,
Th' incarnate God, thro' love most fervent,
734. T. 151.
DEAR Lord! this congregation Is poor, despise her not; She's taken with thy passion, As were she on the spot, When, earning her election, Thy heart-strings broke in death;
Was as a Lamb for sinners slain. Love urg'd the sov'reign great Creator, 'Fore whom the universe doth shake, By whom all things subsist in nature,That stirs up her affection, Once in the earth his grave to make!
732. T. 590. THAT doleful night before his death, The Lamb, for sinners slain, Did almost with his latest breath
This solemn feast ordain. To keep thy feast, Lord, are we met, And to remember thee: Help each poor sinner to repeat, "For me he dy'd, for me." 2 Thy suff'rings Lord, each sacred sign To our remembrance brings; We feed upon thy love divine, Forget all earthly things. O tune our voices, and inflame
Our hearts with love to thee, That each may gratefully proclaim, "My Saviour dy'd for me!"
And gives her life and breath. 2 Shouldst thou desire her beauty, For shame she hides her face; And shouldst thou look for duty,
Her only plea is grace: Tho' we are poor and needy, Yet we're thy property; When we enjoy thy body
And blood, how blest are we!
735.* T. 146.
WHERE my Redeemer's blood And sweat the earth did cover, May ev'ry sinful thought
Be now interr'd for ever; Lord Jesus, grant my wish, That I may thine abide, And by thy holy flesh
And blood be sanctify'd.
He gave us his flesh to eat,
And to drink, his precious blood: All who sick and needy are
May receive in him a share.
3 Hither each afflicted soul May repair, tho' fill'd with grief; To the sick, not to the whole,
The Physician brings relief; Fear not, therefore, but draw nigh, He will all your wants supply.
And thy holy body and blood to enjoy. 4 He who in self-righteousness
SUFFRING Saviour, Lamb of God, How hast thou been used! With God's sin-avenging rod Soul and body bruised!
2 We, for whom thou once wast slain, We, whose sins did pierce thee, Now commemorate thy pain, And implore thy mercy. 3 What can we poor sinners do, When temptations seize us! Nought have we to look unto But the blood of Jesus,
4 Pardon all our sins, O Lord; All our weakness pity; Guide us safely by thy word To the heav'nly city.
5 O sustain us on the road
Thro' this desert dreary; Feed us with thy flesh and blood When we're faint and weary.
6 Bid us call to mind thy cross, Our hard hearts to soften; Often Saviour, feast us thus, For we need it often.
738.* T. 581.
To avert from men God's wrath Jesus suffer'd in our stead; By an ignominious death.
He a full atonement made: And by his most precious blood Brought us sinners nigh to God. 2 That we never should forget This great love on us bestow'd,
Fixeth any hope or stay, Hath not on a wedding dress,
And with shame is sent away: To the hungry, weary heart, He will food and rest impart. 5 But examine first your case, Whether be in the faith; you you mourn for pard'ning grace? Is your only hope his death? Then, howe'er your soul's opprest, Come, you are a worthy guest. 6 He who Jesus' mercy knows, Is from wrath and envy freed; Love unto our neighbor shows
That we are his flock indeed: Thus we may in all our ways Show forth our Redeemer's praise.
739.* T. 58.
CHRIST was revealed in the flesh for us,
To suffer death upon the shameful cross; Now his holy body, for sinners given, Is our souls' food, until we shall in heaven Adore his name.
2 With thirsty souls we drink the sacred blood,
Which flow'd from Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God,
[tion, To procure for sinners complete salvaWhen he became the full propitiation For all our sins.
3 While we partake thereof in hum, ble faith,
We show forth Jesus' sin-atoning death, And with deep abasement the congregation
Gives glory, honor, praise and adoraUnto the Lamb,
Yea, bear such fruit as pleaseth thee.
3 O Lord, who dost thyself impart In mercy to each contrite heart,
Enjoying the communion: Grant that we may be one in thee, May love each other heartily,
And thus abide in union. Let nothing 'mongst thy flock take place Which tends thy doctrine to disgrace; By faith and love in all we do,
may we, to thy honor, show
In all our ways
The boundless grace
Thy love displays,
Which in the sacrament we trace.
4 Now bless and praise the slaughter'd Lamb,
Extol his saving Jesus' name,
Thou favor'd congregation! Which at the table of our Lord
Hast eat and drank with one accord;
Thou know'st thy destination Is to abide in Christ by faith, And to show forth our Saviour's death. Walk then as children of the light, Live to his praise by day and night; O Lamb once slain, We vow again Thine to remain :
Confirm our promises. Amen!
IS that my dearest Brother, (Saith one of low degree,) Who tho' the Father's equal Became a man like me, And on the ignominious tree Aton'd for my transgressions?- 'Tis he most certainly!
2 Ye who believe on Jesus,
And on account of sin Have mourn'd with pungent sorrow, But now feel joy within, What think ye, that to him on high,
'Fore whom ev'n John did tremble, Ye dare approach so nigh?
3 He show'rs his choicest blessings This day upon each heart, And thus to soul and body Salvation doth impart.
That blood which on the cross he shed Our drink is, and his body
Is our true heav'nly bread.
6 Thou ransom'd church of Jesus, Increase in love and faith, United to thy Saviour;
Be faithful unto death,
And own him God for evermore, Who took our human nature; Him in the dust adore.
TILL the hour shall come, with tears By the church desired, When our Lord again appears, Now from sight retired:
2 He hath with a pledge of grace His dear flock supplied, Whereby his own witness race Shows forth that he died.
3 'Tis his body and his blood
Which the soul refreshes ; Church of Christ, this highest good Claims thy thanks and praises! 4 By this sacrament we are To our Lord united;
To due watchfulness and pray'r, And good works excited.
5 With deep rev'rence we draw nigh, Falling down before thee; While we this repast enjoy,
We with awe adore thee.
14 How do I, with spirit's hunger, Lord, to taste thy goodness, linger! Oft I pant with inward sighing This blest food to be enjoying.
6 Us thy congregation own, Let us taste thy favor, And by faith recline, like John, On thy breast, dear Saviour. 743.* T. 23. SOUL, at this most awful season, Soar above thy scanty reason; To the light approach, where clearest; Duly mind what dress thou wearest. 2 Jesus, Lord of the creation, Gives thee now an invitation, His unbounded love revealing, He'll take up in thee his dwelling. 3 Hasten, as for brides is fitting, Give thy bridegroom soon the meeting, Say," Dear Lord, let me receive thee, Hold thee fast, and, never leave thee."
5 O how crave I the fruition Of thy blood, my soul's nutrition! Since by sharing this communion, I'm with God in closest union. I feel in me, past dissembling; 6 Heav'nly joy and holy trembling
For the food to which I'm bidden Is a myst'ry deep and hidden.
7 Human reason is too shallow In this wonder thee to follow, How thou hast unto us given Thy own flesh, the bread of heaven. 8 How the blood which from thee flowed,
Is in wine on us bestowed;
O the wonders deep and blessed, By God's Spirit here expressed!
9 Thy communion's celebration Bows me down to deep prostration; May I never unprepared, To my condemnation share it.
744.* T. 23.
COME, approach to Jesus' table, Taste that food incomparable, Which to us is freely given, As an antepast of heaven.
2 Jesus' bride, his congregation, Calls to mind her Saviour's passion, With his body she is nourish'd, With his blood refresh'd and cherish'd. 3 Far be gone all carnal reason, At this awful blessed season; Slaughter'd Lamb! we now desire it By thy love to be inspired.
4 This mysterious, heav'nly blessing Is all thought by far surpassing; Deeply bow'd may we adore thee, Soul and body sink before thee. 5 Now is come our time sabbatic, Lord, we feel thy pow'r emphatic; Ah, draw near to us, dear Saviour, Let us taste thy grace and favor!
745.* T. 71. MY soul, prepare to meet Thy Saviour; at his feet Fall down adoring;
The Lord of earth and skies A feast for thee supplies, Past thy exploring.
2 How vast is here display'd, In brightest form array'd, His love's dimension! O grace! beyond the ken Of angels or of men,
Past comprehension!
3 How should I, slaughter'd Lamb, Who dust and ashes am,
A worm, and earthy, To taste such boundless grace, And have so high a place Be counted worthy! 4 Ah, why am I thus blest, That such an heav'nly Guest
My house will enter; Dare I, thou highest Good, To taste thy flesh and blood,
A sinner, venture? 5 Upon thy call I'm here, I venture to draw near, Because thou'rt gracious: I on thy word rely, Thou wilt my soul supply With food delicious.
6 Grant me but this firm faith, That with thee by thy death I am united.
To cure and make me whole, Thou hast my sin-sick soul Freely invited.
7 Thy body slain for me, My food, my foretaste be
Of heav'n's fruition! And by its pow'r may I, While I the world deny, Gain there admission.
8 Pervade, thou precious flood Of Christ's all-healing blood, My soul and senses: And to my needy heart Life, peace, and health impart, Thus heav'n commences.
9 Lord, of thy wondrous love That brought thee from above Thou gav'st this token:
O may it constantly
heart to thee
In bonds unbroken.
10 Didst thou thyself devise To be my Sacrifice,
My Lord, my Treasure! Grant that continually To live alone for thee May be my pleasure.
11 Cause me, who now am thine, As branch, to thee the Vine To cleave unceasing; Receiving strength and juice, That I may fruit produce To thee well-pleasing.
12 Such grace on me is spent, That none hath its extent Aright explained; Grant now that I may show To fellow-sinners too
A love unfeigned.
13 May ev'ry drop of blood In me, O Lord my God,
Be sanctified: Oft as my heart doth beat, May I his praise repeat, Who for me died.
746.* T. 22.
THE congregation while below, Being imperfect, tears must sow; But we expect once joy to reap, Since we for Jesus' mercy weep, 2 Meanwhile that we might bear in mind His dying love to lost mankind, He hath, as his last testament, To us bequeath'd the sacrament.
3 He, when this feast was first ordain'd, Its solemn import thus explain'd: "This is my body, take and eat, That you may never me forget." "This is my blood, of which whene'er Ye drink, my death in mem'ry bear." The church believes, and thus in faith Partakes,&showeth forth Christ's death.
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