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2 Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and bless'd, 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 bless'd the wine;
• 'Tis the new cov'nant in My blood.' 4 For us His flesh with nails was torn,
He bore the scourge, He felt the thorn: And justice pour'd upon His head
It's heavy vengeance in our stead. 5 For us His vital blood was spilt,
To buy the pardon of our guilt,
His soul a sacrifice.
In mem'ry of your dying Friend; • Meet at My table, and record
• The love of your departed LORD.' 7 Jesus, Thy feast we celebrate,
We show Thy deatb, we sing Thy Name, Till Thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage-supper of the LAMB.
Design of the Lord's Supper. 1 COME, all who truly bear
The Name of CHRIST your LORD, His last mysterious supper share,
And keep His kindest word.
2 Hereby your faith approve
In JESUS crucified:
Do this,'He said, and died. 3 The badge and token this,
The sure confirming seal,
The servants of His will.
Our Master's honour'd Name,
True foll'wers of the LAMB. 5 Part of His church below,
We thus our right maintain, Our living membership we show,
And in the fold remain.
Lord's Supper - Memorial, 8c. | JESUS is gone above the skies,
Where our weak senses reach him not; And carnal objects court our eyes
To thrust our SAVIOUR from our thought. 2 He knows what wand'ring hearts we have,'
Apt to forget His lovely face; And, to refresh our minds, He gave
These kind memorials of His grace. 3 The Lord of life His table spread
With His own flesh and dying blood; We on the rich provision feed, And taste the wine, and bless the God.
4. Let sinful sweets be all forgot,
And earth grow less in our esteem;
And faith and hope be fix'd on Him. 5 While He is absent from our sight,
Tis to prepare our souls a place, That we may dwell in heav'nly light,
And live for ever near His face. 6 Our eyes look upwards to the hills
Whence our returping LORD shall come ; We wait Thy chariot's awful wheels
To fetch our longing spirits home.
Lord's Supper blessed Food. 1
THE banquet that we eat
Is made of heav'nly things; Earth hath po dainties half so sweet
As our REDEEMER brings. 2 In vain had Adamn sought
: Andrsearch'd his garden round, For there was no such blessed fruit.:
In all the happy ground. ... 3
Th’ angelic host above
Can never taste this food;
But not a SAVIOUR's blood.
And sing the solemn feast,
For ev'ry willing guests
Compassion of a dying Saviour.
O that our feeble lips could move,
And melting as His dying love! 2 Was ever equal pity found?
The Prince of Heav'n resigns His breath, And pours His life out on the ground,
To ransom guilty worms from death. 3 Here we have wash'd our deepest stains,
And heal'd our wounds with heav'nly blood : Bless'd fountain ! springing from the veins
Of JESUS our incarnate God. 4 In vain our mortal voices strive
To speak compassion so divine;
Bleeding to death for wretched me,
move, For I am all transform'd to love. 2 His thorns and nails pierce through my heart;
In ev'ry groan I bear a part ;
But see! He bows His head, and dies !
Wounded and dead, and bath'd in blood!
Magnify Thy dying word,
Come, and meet Thy foll’wers here. 2 In the rite Thou hast enjoin'd.
Let us now our SAVIOUR find,
Taste Thee in the broken bread. 3 Thou our faithful hearts prepare,
Thou Thy pard'ning grace declare,
Show Thyself the crucified ! 4 All the pow'r of sin remove,
Fill us with Thy perfect love,
Praise to Christ. 1 To our Redeemer's glorious Name Awake the sacred
song: O may His love (immortal flame!)
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue! 2 His love, what mortal thought
can reach, What mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away,