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6 Thou ransom'd church of Jesus, 14 How do I, with spirit's hunger,
Increase in love and faith, Lord, to taste thy goodness, linger! United to thy Saviour;
Oft I pant with inward sighing Be faithful unto death,
This blest food to be enjoying. And own him God for evermore,
5 O how crave I the fruition Who took our human nature;
Of thy blood, my soul's nutrition ! Him in the dust adore.
Since by sharing this communion,
I'm with God in closest union.
6 Heav'nly joy and holy trembling By the church desired,
For the food to which I'm bidden When our Lord again appears,
Is a myst'ry deep and hidden. Now from sight retired:
7 Human reason is too shallow 2 He hath with a pledge of grace
In this wonder thee to follow, His dear flock supplied,
How thou hast unto us given Whereby his own witness race
Thy own flesh, the bread of heaven Shows forth that he died.
8 How the blood which from thee 3 'Tis his body and his blood
flowed, Which the soul refreshes ;
Is in wine on us bestowed ; Church of Christ, this highest good
O the wonders deep and blessed, Claims thy thanks and
By God's Spirit here expressed! 4. By this sacrament we are
9 Thy communion's celebration To our Lord united;
Bows me down to deep prostration;
May I never unprepared,
condemnation share it.
744.* T. 23. While we this repast enjoy, COME, approach to Jesus' table, We with awe adore thee.
Taste that food incomparable, 6 Us thy congregation own,
Which to us is freely given,
As an antepast of heaven.
With his body she is nourishid,
With his blood refresh'd and cherish'd.
By thy love to be inspired.
745.* T. 71.
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
Unite heart to thee
In bonds unbroken.
10 Didst thou thyself devise 2 How vast is here display'd,
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
May be my pleasure.
11 Cause me, who now am thine, 3 How should I, slaughter'd Lamb, As branch, to thee the Vine Who dust and ashes am,
To cleave unceasing; A worm, and earthy,
Receiving strength and juice, To taste such boundless
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 Åh, 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
show Dare I, thou highest Good,
To fellow-sinners too To taste thy flesh and blood,
A love unfeigned, A sinner, venture ?
13 May ev'ry drop of blood 5 Upon thy call I'm here,
In me, O Lord
May I his praise repeat,
Who for me died.
Being imperfect, tears must sow;
Since we for Jesus' mercy weep. Freely invited.
2 Meanwhilethat we might bearin mind 7 Thy body slain for me,
His dying love to lost mankind,
He hath, as his last testament,
To us bequeath'd the sacrament.
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 :
* “ This is my blood, of which whene'er And to my needy heart
Ye drink, my death in 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. 747. T. 14.
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 scal 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;
let us banquet with our Lord, 2 When we commemorate his love, He saith “ For you I dy’d:
And lean upon his breast,
Thirsts with ardent longing
Which thou hast bequeathed 4 We eat his body, slain for us
As thy testament,
To thy congregation
In the sacrament.
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, 1748. T. 14.
While we live by faith. LORD, how divine thy comforts are !
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 Beloved's mine."
Are made welcome, not one is rejected, my
Else this grace to sinful me 3 “ Here,” (saith our kind redeeming Never could extended be. Lord,
2 Thou thy table spreadest for the needy, And shows his wounded side)
Who « Behold the spring of all your joys,
feast and take their fill, That open'd when I dy'd.”
Thou to grant thyheav'nlygiftsart ready,
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.
755.* T, 119.
Bread, that came to us from heaven! Enjoy the holy sacrament,
My poor soul can never thrive 2 Here all our wants are well supplya, Unless thou appease its craving;
Feed thou me. :||:
And that thou, Man of sorrows, 753*.
Hast by thy dealh 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 enjoy ing, 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!
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.
formerly to righteousness.
4 Lord, by the power of thy death, T. 99.
Renew in us a living faith,
Whate'er is carnal, quite erase, ACT full of godlike majesty!
And sanctify us by thy grace. O Love's abyss! I'm lost in thee, O mystry, 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, 0
may his sacred body cure, As oft-as we enjoy this blessing. And make our souls and bodies pure.
2 Yea, by thy blood once shed
A thorný 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
O 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 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
T. 149. 759. T. 582. 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 yet longs for ever
For more Whose death was thy desert,
grace And humbly view the living stream
2 Jesus cometh to fulfil Flow from his wounded heart.
All thy heart desireth,
Doth himself to thee reveal, 760. T. 166.
Thee with love inspireth;
His blood spilt=All thy guilt YE foll'wers of the slaughter'd Lamh,
ever, 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.
smart, 761.* T. 146.
And hastes to us when for him thirsta
ing, By thy sweat mix'd with blood, His choicest fayors, to impart;
Whích 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.