3 Thine's an everlasting Love: We have sorely tried Thee. Whom have we in heaven above, Whom on earth beside Thee? 4 What can helpless sinners do, When temptations seize us? Naught have we to look unto, But the Blood of Jesus.
5 Pardon all our baseness, Lord; All our weakness pity: Guide us safely by Thy Word To the heavenly city.
60 sustain us on the road
Through this desert dreary. Feed us with Thy Flesh and Blood, When we're faint and weary.
7 Bid us call to mind Thy Cross Our hard hearts to soften.
Often, Savior, feast us thus; For we need it often.
1 BREAD of heaven, on Thee we feed, For Thy Flesh is meat indeed; Ever may our souls be fed
With this true and living Bread.
2 Vine of heaven, Thy Blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice;
Lord, Thy wounds our healing give; To Thy Cross we look and live.
3 Day by day with strength supplied, Through the life of Him who died, Lord of life, O let us be
Rooted, grafted, built on Thee!
Joseph Conder. 1836. a.
337 Wie wohl hast Du gelabet. 10 LIVING Bread from heaven,
How hast Thou fed Thy guest! The gifts Thou now hast given Have filled my heart with rest. O wondrous Food of blessing, O Cup that heals our woes! My heart, this gift possessing, In thankful song o'erflows.
2 My Lord, Thou here hast led me Within Thy holiest place, And there Thyself hast fed me With treasures of Thy grace: And Thou hast freely given What earth could never buy, The Bread of Life from heaven, That now I shall not die!
3 Thou givest all I wanted, The Food can death destroy; And Thou hast freely granted The Cup of endless joy. Ah, Lord, I do not merit
The favor Thou hast shown,
And all my soul and spirit
Bow down before Thy throne!
4 Lord, grant me that, thus strengthened With heavenly Food, while here My course on earth is lengthened, I serve with holy fear:
And when Thou callest my spirit To leave this world below, I enter, through Thy merit, Where joys unmingled flow.
From Miss Winkworth. 1858. Tr. John Rist. 1651.
1 LORD, accept our feeble praise For the banquet given;
Though unworthy, we would raise Hearts and hands to heaven.
2 Of the streams of grace divine We have now been tasting: On the mystic bread and wine With rich comfort feasting. 3 Meat indeed Thy Flesh we find, Drink Thy Blood so precious; Jesus, Savior, Thou art kind, Merciful and gracious!
4 On our guilty souls Thy rod Falls with gentle chidings; And Thou healest with Thy Blood All our great backslidings.
5 May we to Thy bleeding Cross Soul and body fasten; All for Jesus count but loss, To His coming hasten. 6 None from trials are below Totally exempted; All-sufficient grace bestow, Succor, Lord, the tempted.
7 To Thy Name, for evermore, Be all glory given;
None on earth will we adore, None but Thee in heaven.
AUTHOR of life divine, Who hast a table spread, Furnished with living Wine, And everlasting Bread,
Preserve the life Thyself hast given, And feed and train us up for heaven. . 2 * Our needy souls sustain
With fresh supplies of love, Till all Thy life we gain,
And all Thy goodness prove;
And, strengthened by Thy perfect grace, Behold, without a veil, Thy face.
1 THE Savior calls; let every ear Attend the heavenly sound.
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear; Hope smiles reviving round.
2 For every thirsty longing heart, Here streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss impart, To banish mortal woe.
3 Here springs of sacred pleasure rise, To ease your every pain. Immortal fountain! full supplies! Nor shall you thirst in vain.
4 Ye sinners, come, 'tis mercy's voice; The gracious call obey:
Mercy invites to heavenly joys, And can you yet delay?
5 Dear Savior, draw reluctant hearts; To Thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss Thy Love imparts, And drink, and never die.
C. M. 1 THE King of heaven His table spreads, And dainties crown the board. Not all the boasted joys of earth Could such delight afford.
2 Pardon and peace to dying men, And endless life are given;
And the rich Blood that Jesus shed To raise the soul to heaven.
3 Ye hungry poor, who long have strayed In sin's dark mazes, come; Come from the hedges and highways, And Grace will find you room.
4 Thousands of souls, in glory now, Were fed and feasted here;
And thousands more, still on the way, Around the board appear.
5 Yet are His house and heart so large, That thousands more may come; Nor could the wide assembling world O'erfill the spacious room.
6 All things are ready: enter in, Nor weak excuses frame.
Come, take your places at the feast, And bless the Founder's Name.
Doddridge. 1755. a.
THE Spirit, in our hearts
Is whispering, "Sinner, come:"
The bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims To all His children, "Come!"
Let him that heareth, say To all about him, "Come!"
Let him that thirsts for righteousness To Christ, the Fountain, come!
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