5 But words can never fully tell 747. T. 14. WHEN we before our Saviour's face He soothes our griefs, and pard'ning To ev'ry one imparts. 2 When we commemorate his love, 3 "These are the wounds I bore for you, 4 We eat his body, slain for us 5 Ah then we feel, that life divine From Jesus' death redounds, Eternal blessings from his cross, And healing from his wounds. 748. T. 14. LORD, how divine thy comforts are! 2 There the rich bounties of our God, 3" Here," (saith our kind redeeming And shows his wounded side) 4 What shall we pay our heav'nly King 749. T. 14. 2 Let us from all our sins be wash'd And let thy Spirit be the seal That we are born of God. 3 Come, Holy Ghost, with Jesus' love O let us banquet with our Lord, 750.* T. 141. CHRIST, thy flock doth hunger In the sacrament. Thou with wine and bread Them to cheer and feed. While we live by faith. 751. T. 185. GREAT the feast, to which thou, Such a worthless guest as me; Contrite souls howe'er by sin infected, 2 Thou thy table spreadest for the needy, O CHURCH of Jesus, now draw near 2 Here all our wants are well supply'd, 3 Th' enjoyment of the flesh and blood 753*. T. 151. THOSE souls are truly blessed, Who to our Saviour cleave, Of living-faith possessed, And in his name believe; For what is still denied To sight, while here below, Is by our faith enjoyed, And makes our hearts to glow. 2 Faith on Christ's declaration With confidence relies: He now his congregation With heav'nly food supplies; Would we as branches flourish. On Jesus the true Vine, His blood our souls must nourish ; Else they would droop and pine. 3 Draw near to Jesus' table, Ye contrite souls, draw near; The hungry, sick and feeble His choicest dainties share. Let Jesus' death engraven Upon your hearts remain ; Thus here, and there in heaven, Eternal life you gain. I 756.* T. 151. OWN me, Lord, my Salvation! Receive my Shepherd, me! know, thy bitter passion Is a rich treasury ; . And that thou, Man of sorrows, Hast by thy death and blood Procur'd a new heart for us, And sacramental food. 2 What heav'nly consolation Doth in my heart take place, When I thy toil and passion Can in some measure trace! Oh, what am I enjoying, Thy flesh and bone, when I O THAT in Jesus' church, his bride, 2 O might our souls and bodies be Might we, while still on earth we live, 5 O church, rejoice, tho' tremblingly, The Lord's death now pervadeth thee; O may his sacred body cure, And make our souls and bodies pure. 758.* T. 97. THE breath which can the dead bones raise, And to Christ's members life conveys, Pervadeth thee, thou church of God, And Jesus' sanctifying blood Is now imparted to each thirsty soul; It cheers the mourners, makes the wounded whole. 2 O church of God, lift up thy heart, The Vine its power doth impart; Take, drink the blood so freely spilt For thine and ev'ry sinner's guilt; Take, drink the blood, the blood so freely spilt For mine, for thine, and ev'ry sinner's guilt. 759. T. 582. 760. T. 166. YE foll❜wers of the slaughter'd Lamb, Draw near, and take the cup of God: Approach unto the healing stream, And drink of the atoning blood; That blood for our redemption spilt, Assuring us of purchas'd grace; That blood, which takes away all guilt, And speaketh to the conscience peace. 761.* T. 146. BY thy sweat mix'd with blood, Which flow'd in thy soul's anguish From thee, O Lamb of God, When thou for us didst languish In sad Gethsemane;' And with our sins oppress'd, Didst weep, and groan, and pray, That sinners might be bless'd; FLOCK of Christ, with exultation, 2 May to Jesus, while we're living, JESUS makes my heart rejoice, I go in and out in peace; He will feed me with the treasure 3 Should not I for gladness leap, 769.* T. 83. MORE than shepherd's faithfulness To his flock our Saviour showeth; From the treasures of his grace He the choicest gifts bestoweth : As his sheep by him we're own'd, Since his blood for us aton'd. 2 They who feel their want and need, Thirsting for his great salvation, On the richest pastures feed, With true joy and delectation; Till they shall, when perfected, With celestial joys be fed. 770.* T. 582. MY Shepherd is the Lamb, 2 My table he doth spread I shall enjoy for evermore The merits of his toil. 3 When faith and hope shall cease, And love prevail alone, I then shall see him face to face, And in his Father's house shall share True bliss for evermore. 771.* T. 583. HOW blest are we, when we enjoy thy love, And in the sacrament thy bounty prove! When we with humble shame, O Lamb of God, Feed on thy body and thy precious blood. 2 Whenever we this highest good enjoy, We promise thee anew fidelity; Pow'r to perform thou hast for us obtain'd When, by thy death, life was for man regain'd. to show 2 Make thou us monuments of grace, [canst do; What wonders thou on sinners vile O were in our whole walk this to be seen, That of thy feast we have partakers been. 4 We humbly pray that, with thy chosen train, [obtain; 774.* T. 583. From this repast we may new strength SINCE Jesus dy'd, my guilty soul to O deaden all that would thy grace withstand, Or to its influence refuse to bend. 5 We have nought good in us to bring 'fore thee, Yet thou art ours,and we're thyproperty, Preserve to us this grace, we thee implore, To have our part in thee for evermore. 772. T. 26. save, Heav'n's foretaste I may here already have: Partaking of him sacramentally! 2 When heav'nly bread he gives my soul to eat, [get; That I may henceforth never him forWhen I, a needy sheep of his blest flock, Drink of the stream that flows from Christ, the Rock! AH! who are we, thou God of love! That we should hear, thro' grace 3 I live now, and to God myself will abounding, The solemn invitation sounding: "Prepare for the Lamb's feast above." 2 Prostrate before the mercy-seat We sinners lie, with holy trembling, The elders' blissful choir resembling, Who cast their crowns before thy feet. 3 Here more than Tabor's glories shine; Heart-captivating meditation! Ev'n here thou feed'st thy congregation With heav'nly manną, food divine! 4 Here it is good for us to be! Our souls imbibe, while here we tarry, The breezes of the sanctuary, The atmosphere of Calvary. give, [live; But yet not I, but Christ in me shall His mercy and his goodness I shall taste Both here below, and when with him |