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9 Lord, of thy wondrous love
That brought thee from above
Thou gav'st this token:
O may it constantly
Unite my 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,
To cleave unceasing;
Receiving strength and juice,
That I may fruit
To thee well-pleasing.
12 Such grace on me is spent,
That none hath its extent
Grant now that I
To fellow-sinners too
A love unfeigned,
13 May ev'ry drop of blood
In me, o Lord
Oft as my heart doth beat,
May I his praise repeat,
Who for me died.
Being imperfect, tears must sow;
Since we for Jesus' mercy weep,
2 Meanwhile that we might bearin mind 7 Thy body slain for me,
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, Gain there admission.
Its solemn import thus explain'd: 8 Pervade, thou precious flood
" This is my body, take and eat,
That you may never me forget.”
4 “This is my blood, of which whene'er And to my needy heart
Ye drink, my death in mem'ry bear." Life, peace, and health impart, The church believes, and thus in faith Thus heav'n commences.
Partakes, &showeth forth Christ'sdeath,
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5 But words can never fully tell
749. T. 14. What in our melted hearts we feel :
TOGETHER with these symbols, We taste, experience, and possess
Thy blessed self impart; (Lord, True joy, and weep for thankfulness.
And let thy holy flesh and blood
Feed the believing heart. 47.'T. 14.
2 Let us from all our sins be wash'd WHEN we before our Saviour's face In thy atoning blood;
Appear with contrite hearts, And let thy Spirit be the seal He soothes our griefs, and pard’ning
That we are born of God. grace
3 Come, Holy Ghost, with Jesus' love To ev'ry one imparts.
Prepare us for this feast;
O let us banquet with our Lord, 2 When we commemorate his love, He saith “ For you I dyd:
And lean upon his breast. Behold my
T., 141. And view my wounded side." CHRIST, thy flock doth hunger 3 "These are the wounds I bore for you, For thy flesh, our food, The tokens of my pain :
Thirsts with ardent longing By which I for your guilty souls For thy precious blood, Eternal life did gain.'
Which thou hast bequeathed 4 We eat his body, slain for us
As thy testament, And giv'n a sacrifice,
To thy congregation
In the sacrament.
2 Like the king of Salem,
Thou with wine and bread 5 Ah then we feel, that life divine
Com'st to meet thy people, From Jesus' death redounds,
Them to cheer and feed.. Eternal blessings from his cross,
O preserve th' enjoyment And healing from his wounds.
Of thy blood and death
To thy congregation, 748. T. 14.
While we live by faith. LORD, how divine thy comforts are !
751. T. 185. How heav'nly is the place,
GREAT the feast, to which thou,
Such a worthless guest as me;
'Tis a heav'nly legacy: There Jesus saith, that “ I am his,
Contrite souls howe'er by sin infected, And my Beloved's mine."
Are made welcome, not one is rejected, 3 « Here,” saith our kind redeeming Never could extended be.
Else this grace to sinful me
2 Thou thy tablespreadest for the needy,
Who 6 Behold the spring of all your joys,
feast and take their fill, That open’d when I dy'd.”
Thou togrant thyheav'nlygiftsart ready,'
And thy goodness to reveal ; 4. What shall we pay our heav'nly King Soul and body in this rich fruition For grace so vast as this !
Gain from thee, the Bread of life, nutriHe brings our pardon to our eyes,
And we, as
thy flesh and bone, [tion; And seals it with a kiss.
Lord, with thee are render'd one.
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Bread, that came to us from heaven! Enjoy the holy sacrament,
My poor soul can never thrive 2 Here all our wants are well supply'd, Unless thou appease its craving; And we show forth that Jesus dy'd :
Lord, I hunger only after thee,
Feed thou me. ::
* 3. Th' enjoyment of the flesh and blood OWN me, Lord, my, Salvation ! Of Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God, Receive my Shepherd, me! Endoweth us with strength and grace I know, thy bitter passion To love and serve him all our days.
Is a rich treasury ; .
And that thou, Man of sorrows, 753*.
Hast by thy death and blood THOSE souls are truly blessed,
Procur'd a new heart for us,
And sacramental food.
2 What heav'nly consolation And in his name believe;
Doth in my heart take place, For what is still denied
When I thy toil and passion To sight, while here below,
Can in some measure trace ! Is by our faith enjoyed,
Oh, what am I enjoying, And makes our hearts to glow.
Thy flesh and bone, when I
With thee, my Lord, am dying, 2 Faith on Christ's declaration
What peace divine, what joy!
Sin might henceforth be mortify'd On Jesus the true Vine,
By him, who us to save was slain, His blood our souls must nourish;
And underwent such racking pain! Else they would droop and pine.
2 O might our souls and bodies be 3 Draw near to Jesus' table,
From sinful influences free, Ye contrite souls, draw near ;
Might we, while still on earth we live, The hungry, sick and feeble
To him the Vine as branches cleave. His choicest dainties share. Let Jesus' death engraven
3 O were we free from strange desire Upon your hearts remain ; And from depraved nature's fire, Thus here, and there in heaven,
As dead to all corruption base,
As formerly to righteousness.
Renew in us a living faith,
Whate'er is carnal, quite erase,
And sanctify us by thy grace. O Love's abyss! I'm lost in thee, O myst'ry, all our thoughts surpassing! 5 O church, rejoice, tho' tremblingly, Now all our wants are well supply'd, The Lord's death now pervadeth thee; And we show forth that Jesus dy'd, O may his sacred body cure, As oft as we enjoy this blessing. And make our souls and bodies
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12 Yea, by thy blood once shed The breath which can the dead bones Thy back, and when thy head
For us, when scourges wounded raise,
A thorný crown surrounded; And to Christ's members life conveys, Oh, by that blood which flow'd Pervadeth thee, thou church of God, When nails thy body tore, And Jesus' sanctifying blood
Bless us, O Lord our God, Is now imparted to each thirsty soul;
Who humbly thee adore! It cheers the mourners, makes the wounded whole,
3 Lord Jesus, may the blood
Thou shedst for our salvation, 2 O church of God, lift up thy heart, which is our highest good, The Vine its power doth impart; Refresh this congregation, Take, drink the blood so freely spilt When in the sacrament For thine and ev'ry sinner's guilt; We drink of it in faith, Take, drink the blood, the blood so And by this testament freely spilt
Show forth thy bitter death. For mine, for thine, and ev'ry sinner's
759. T. 582. O WHAT happiness divine ! My Saviour's pierced side
What a lot most precious, Pour'd forth a double flood;
Confidently to recline By water we are purify'd,
On the breast of Jesus !
Where who will-Takes his fill,
"And yet longs for ever Whose death was thy desert,
For more grace and favor. And humbly view the living stream
2 Jesus cometh to fulfil Flow from his wounded heart.
All thy heart desireth,
Doth himself to thee reveal, 760, T. 166.
Thee with love inspireth; YE foll'wers of the slaughter'd Lamb, Will erase for ever,
His blood spilt-All thy guilt Draw near, and take the cup of God: And thy sins will cover. Approach unto the healing stream,
And drink of the atoning blood; That blood for our redemption spilt,
763.* T. 184. Assuring us of purchas'd grace ; THAT sacred blood, from Jesus burstThat blood, which takes away all guilt,
ing, And speaketh to the conscience
Who by his stripes soothes ev'ry peace.
smart, 761.*, T. 146.
And hastes to us when for him thirsta
ing, BY thy sweat mix'd with blood, His choicest fayors to impart;
Which flow'd in thy soul's anguish That precious blood, life's fountain From thee, O Lamb of God,
blessed, When thou for us didst languish Which flows 10 me from Jesus' In sad Gethsemane;
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3 Should not I for gladness leap, JESUS, thou Source of life, impart
Led by Jesus as his sheep;
For when these blest days are over,
To the arms of my dear Saviour
I shall be convey'd to rest :
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To his flock our Saviour showeth;
From the treasures of his
grace And refresh us!
He the choicest gifts bestoweth : 'Tis the source of pow'r, of life,
As his sheep by him we're own'd,
Since his blood for us aton'd.
12 They who feel their want and need, *
Thirsting for his great salvation,
With celestial joys be fed.
My Shepherd is the Lamb,
The living Lord, who dy'd;
With all that's truly good I am
Most plenteously supply'd;
He richly feeds my soul
With manna from above,
2 My table he doth spread
With choicest fare, and I
Behold the Lamb, the living Bread, 768.* T. 82.
And eat most joyfully;
The merits of his toil.
3 When faith and hope shall cease, Yea, my worthless name he knows?
And love prevail alone;
And know as I am known;
And in his Father's house shall share
True bliss for evermore,