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9 Lord, of thy wondrous love My soul, prepare to meet

That brought thee from above Thy Saviour ; at his feet.

Thou gav'st this token : Fall down adoring;

O may it constantly The Lord of earth and skies

Unite my heart to thee

In bonds unbroken.
A feast for thee supplies,
Past thy exploring.

10 Didst thou thyself devise 2 How vast is here display'a,

To be my Sacrifice, In brightest form array'd,

My Lord, my Treasure ! His love's dimension !

Grant that continually

To live alone for thee
O grace! beyond the ken
Of angels or of men,

May be my pleasure.
Past comprehension !

11. Cause me, who now am thine, s How should I, slaughter'd Lamb, As branch, to thee the Vine Who dust and ashes amn,

To cleave unceasing; A.worm, and earthy,

Receiving strength and juice, To taste such boundless

grace,

That I may fruit produce And have so high a place

To thee well-pleasing. Be counted worthy !

12 Such grace on me is spent, 4 Ah, why am I thus blest,

That none hath its extent That such an heav'nly Guest

Aright explained; My house will enter ;

Grant now that I may

show Dare I, thou highest Good,

To fellow-sinners too To taste thy flesh and blood,

A loye unfeigned. A sinner, venture ?

13 May ev'ry drop of blood 5 Upon thy call I'm here,

In

me, O Lord my God, I venture to draw near,

Be sanctified: Because thou'rt gracious:

Oft as my heart doth beat, I on thy word rely,

May I his praise repeat, Thou wilt my soul supply

Who for me died. With food delicious. 6 Grant me but this firm faith,

746.* T. 22. That with thee by thy death The congregation while below, I am united.

Being imperfect, tears must sow; To cure and make me whole, But we expect once joy to reap, Thou hast my sin-sick soul

Since we for Jesus' mercy weep. Freely invited.

2 Meanwhilethat we might bear in mind 7 Thy body slain for me,

His dying love to lost mankind, My food, my foretaste be

He hath, as his last testament,
Of heav'n's fruition !

To us bequeath'd the sacrament.
And by its pow'r may I,
While I the world deny,

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, Of Christ's all-healing blood,

That you may never me forget.” My soul and senses :

4 "This is my blood, of which whene'er And to my needy heart

Ye drink, my death

mem'ry bear." Life, peace, and health impart, The church believes, and thus in faith Thus heav'n commences.

Partakes,&showeth forth Christ's death. 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.
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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,

And lean

upon

his breast. He saith “ For you I dy'd : Behold my hands, behold my feet,

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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,

To thy congregation
And giv'n a sacrifice,

In the sacrament.
Thirsting we drink his sacred blood,
That precious ransom-price.

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.

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, Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast Lord, hast bidden Of his redeeming grace!

Such a worthless guest as me; 2 There the rich bounties of our God, 'Tis an awful myst’ry, deep and hidden, And heav'nly glories shine;

'Tis a heav'nly legacy: There Jesus saith, that “ I am his,

Contrite souls howe'er by sin infected, And

Are made welcome, not one is rejected, Beloved's mine," my

Else this grace to sinful me 3 « Here,” (saith our kind redeeming Never could extended be. Lord,

2 Thou thy tablespreadest for the needy, And shows his wounded side)

Who « Behold the spring of all your joys,

feast and take their fill,

may

Thou to grant thyheav'nlygiftsart ready, That open'd when I dy'd."

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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T. 22.

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O CHURCH of Jesus, now draw near BREAD of life, :||:
With humble joy, and filial fear; Christ, by whom alone we live,
According to his testament,

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. :Il:
May we abide in him by faith,
And cleave to him in life and death.

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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,
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Hast by thy death and blood

Procur'd a new heart for us,
THOSE souls are truly blessed,

And sacramental food,
Who to our Saviour cleave,
Of living-faith possessed,

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!
With confidence relies :
He now his congregation

757.*

T. 22. With heav'nly food supplies; O THAT in Jesus' church, his bride, Would we as branches flourish

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, Eternal life you gain.

As formerly to righteousness.

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Renew in us a living faith, ACT full of godlike majesty!

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

pure.

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2 Yea, by thy blood once shed

For us, when scourges wounded THE breath which can the dead bones Thy back, and when thy head raise,

A thorny 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, () 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 guilt.

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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 pardon’d by his blood.
Look up, my soul, to him

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 fulbl Flow from his wounded heart.

All thy heart desireth,

Doth himself to thee reveal,
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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,

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.

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ing, By thy sweat mix'd with blood, His choicest favors 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 to me from Jesus' In sad Gethsemane;

wounds, And with our sins oppress’d, Hath often cheer'd me when distressDidst weep, and groan, and pray,

ed, That sinners might be bless’d; For there eternal life abounds.

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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, Thy blood unto my thirsting heart, Panting I seek thai fountain-head,

To the arms of my dear Saviour Whence waters so divine proceed;

I shall be convey'd to rest : Still near this living stream may I abide,

Amen, yea my

lot is blest! By which my needy soul is satisfy’d. 765. T. 124.

T. 83. MAY the stream from thee, the Rock, MORE than shepherd's faithfulness Gracious Jesus,

To his flock our Saviour showeth; Richly bless thy thirsting flock,

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, And salvation,

Since his blood for us aton'd. To thy congregation.

2 They who feel their want and need,

Thirsting for his great salvation, 766.* T. 580.

On the richest pastures feed,
The precious, all-atoning blood With true joy and delectation;
Is to this hour, O Lamb of God, Till they shall, when perfected,
An ocean of free grace.

With celestial joys be fed.
All those who venture to draw nigh
To thee, can witness bear with joy,
They ne'er go empty from thy face.

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My Shepherd is the Lamb, FLOCK of Christ, with exultation,

The living Lord, who dy'd;

With all that's truly good I am View the well-springs of salvation !

Most plenteously supply'd ; Drink, and live, with an emotion

He richly feeds my soul Of unseigned heart's devotion !

With manna from above,
2 May to Jesus, while we're living, And leads me where the rivers roll
From our works redound thanksgiving, Of everlasting love.
And our lowly, meek behavior
Clearly show we love our Saviour.

2 My table he doth spread
With choicest fare, and I
Behold the Lamb, the living Bread,

And eat most joyfully;
JESUS makes my heart rejoice, He makes my cup run o'er,
I'm his sheep, and know his voice: Anointeth me with oil,
He's a Shepherd kind and gracious, I shall enjoy for evermore
And his pastures are delicious.

The merits of his toil.
Constant love to me he shows,

3 When faith and hope shall cease, Yea, my worthless name he knows?

And love prevail alone, 2 Trusting his mild staff always, I then shall see him face to face, I go in and out in peace;

And know as I am known; He will feed me with the treasure Then I my Shepherd's care Of his grace in richest measure ; Shall praise, and him adore, When athirst to him I cry,

And in his Father's house shall share Living water he'll supply.

True bliss for evermore.

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