2 Before the mournful scene began, He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake: Then took the cup, and bless'd the wine; 6 4 For us His flesh with nails was torn, He bore the scourge, He felt the thorn: 5 For us His vital blood was spilt, 6 'Do this,' he cried, till time shall end, In mem'ry of your dying Friend 'Meet at My table, and record d; 'The love of your departed LORD.' 7 JESUS, Thy feast we celebrate, We show Thy death, we sing Thy Name, Hymn. Design of the Lord's Supper. 1 COME, all who truly bear The Name of CHRIST your LORD, 3 5 Hereby your faith approve In mem❜ry of My dying love! The badge and token this, The sure confirming seal, That He is ours, and we are His, Then let us still profess Our Master's honour'd Name, Stand forth His faithful witnesses, True foll'wers of the LAMB. Part of His church below, We thus our right maintain, Our living membership we show, And in the fold remain. Hymn. Lord's Supper-Memorial, &c. 1 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, 3 The LORD of life His table spread And taste the wine, and bless the GOD. 4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot, And earth grow less in our esteem; 5 While He is absent from our sight, 6 Our eyes look upwards to the hills 1 2 Hymn. Lord's Supper blessed Food. THE banquet that we eat Is made of heav'nly things; Earth hath no dainties half so sweet In vain had Adam sought And search'd his garden round, For there was no such blessed fruit... In all the happy ground. Can never taste this food; They feast upon their Maker's love, We bless Thy bounteous hand, Where sweet celestial dainties stand Hymn. Compassion of a dying Saviour. 1 OUR spirits join t' adore the LAMB: 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; Christ Crucified. 1 WHEN on the cross my LORD I see, 2 His thorns and nails pierce through my heart; In ev'ry groan I bear a part; I view His wounds with streaming eyes; 3 Come, sinners, view the LAMB of GOD, Hymn. During Celebration. 1 JESUS, dear redeeming LORD, In Thy ordinance appear; 3 Thou our faithful hearts prepare, 4 All the pow'r of sin remove, Wymn. Praise to Christ. 1 To our REDEEMER'S glorious Name Awake the sacred song: O may His love (immortal flame!) 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach, What mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch In wonder dies away. |