467. The Dying Love of Christ. c.M.
1 How condescending and how kind
Was God's eternal Son!
Our misery reach'd his heav'nly mind,
And pity brought him down.
2 This was compassion like a God,
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.
3 Now, though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great:
Well he remembers Calvary-
Nor let his saints forget.
4 Here we receive repeated seals
Of Jesu's dying love;
Hard is the heart that never feels
One soft affection move.
5 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record;
And, with our joy for pardon'd guilt, Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.
468. Communion with Christ desired.
Go in peace.-LUKE vii. 50.
LAMB of God, whose bleeding love
We now recall to mind,
Send the answer from above,
And let us mercy find,
Burst our bonds, and set us free,
From all iniquity release;
O remember Calvary,
And bid us "go in peace!"
Let thy blood, by faith applied,
The sinner's pardon seal,
Speak us freely justified,
And all our sickness heal:
By thy passion on the tree.
Let all our griefs and troubles cease;
O remember Calvary,
And bid us "go in peace!"
Lord, we would not hence depart,
Till thou our wants relieve;
Write forgiveness in our heart,
And more thine image give:
May our souls still cry to thee,
Till perfected in holiness;
O remember Calvary,
And bid us "go in peace!"
469. Christ our great High-Priest. 148th.
Wherefore he is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them.-HEB. vii. 25.
1 OUR great High-Priest we sing, His dying love adore;
We hail our rising King,
Who lives for evermore:
He only can our wants relieve,
And sinners to the utmost save.
Why then indulge despair,
Tho' sunk in deepest guilt?
We hear his voice declare,
For such his blood was spilt:
In Jesu's hands my soul I leave,
For he can to the utmost save.
Believing souls, rejoice!
And on his grace depend;
The objects of his choice,
He'll love you to the end:
With holy boldness dare believe,
Your Lord will to the utmost save.
470. Invitation to the Lord's Supper. c.M. This is my blood of the New Testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins.-Matt. xxvi. 28.
1 THIS is the feast of heav'nly wine,
And God invites to
The juices of the living vine
2 Oh bless the Saviour, ye that eat,
With royal dainties fed;
Not heav'n affords a costlier treat,
For Jesus is the bread!
3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them,
Ye trembling souls, appear!
The righteous in their own esteem,
Have no acceptance here.
4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse
The banquet spread for you;
This, gracious Lord, is welcome news,
And I may venture too.
5 If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place,
Surely the Lord will welcome me,
And I shall see his face.
471. Before the Lord's Supper. L.M.
He was known of them in breaking of bread.-LUKE xxiv. 35.
1 To Jesus our exalted Lord,
That name by heav'n and earth ador'd,
Fain would our hearts and voices raise
A cheerful song of sacred praise.
2 But all the notes which mortals know
Are weak, and languishing, and low;
Far, far above our humble songs,
The theme demands immortal tongues.
3 Yet round his table while we meet,
And humbly worship at his feet,
O may our warm affections move
In glad returns of grateful love!
4 Let faith our feeble senses aid,
Here may we see his love display'd;
The broken body, precious blood,
And sufferings of our Saviour God.
5 To each the contrite heart bestow,
Give us thy pard'ning grace to know;
And may thy peace, O Lord, impart
Life, hope, and joy, to every heart.
472. Before the Lord's Supper.
The Son of man is come to seek and to save that whieh was lost.-LUKE Xix. 20.
1 LORD, at thy table I behold
The wonders of thy grace;
But most of all admire that I
Should find a welcome place.
2 I that am all defil'd with sin,
A rebel to my God;
I that have crucified his Son,
And trampled on his blood.
3 What strange surprising grace is this,
That one so lost has room!
Jesus my weary soul invites,
And freely bids me come.
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