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5 But words can never fully tell
What in our melted hearts we feel:
We taste, experience, and possess
True joy, and weep for thankfulness.

747. T. 14.

WHEN we before our Saviour's face
Appear with contrite hearts,

He soothes our griefs, and pard'ning
grace

To ev'ry one imparts.

2 When we commemorate his love,
He saith "For you I dy'd:
Behold my hands, behold my feet,
And view my wounded side."

3 "These are the wounds I bore for you,
The tokens of my pain:
By which I for your guilty souls
Eternal life did gain."

4 We eat his body, slain for us
And giv'n a sacrifice,
Thirsting we drink his sacred blood,
That precious ransom-price.

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!
How heav'nly is the place,
Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast
Of his redeeming grace!

2 There the rich bounties of our God,
And heav'nly glories shine;
There Jesus saith, that " I am his,
And Beloved's mine."
my

3" Here," (saith our kind redeeming
Lord,

And shows his wounded side)
"Behold the spring of all your joys,
That open'd when I dy'd."

4 What shall we pay our heav'nly King
For grace so vast as this!
He brings our pardon to our eyes,
And seals it with a kiss.

749. T. 14.
TOGETHER with these symbols,
Thy blessed self impart; [Lord,
And let thy holy flesh and blood
Feed the believing heart.

2 Let us from all our sins be wash'd
In thy atoning blood;

And let thy Spirit be the seal

That we are born of God.

3 Come, Holy Ghost, with Jesus' love
Prepare us for this feast;"

O let us banquet with our Lord,
And lean upon his breast.

750.* T. 141.

CHRIST, thy flock doth hunger
For thy flesh, our food,
Thirsts with ardent longing
For thy precious blood,
Which thou hast bequeathed
As thy testament,
To thy congregation

In the sacrament.
2 Like the king of Salem,

Thou with wine and bread
Com'st to meet thy people,

Them to cheer and feed.
O preserve th' enjoyment
Of thy blood and death
To thy congregation,

While we live by faith.

751. T. 185.

GREAT the feast, to which thou,
Lord, hast bidden

Such a worthless guest as me;
'Tis an awful myst'ry, deep and hidden,
'Tis a heav'nly legacy:

Contrite souls howe'er by sin infected,
Are made welcome, not one is rejected,
Never could extended be.
Else this grace to sinful me

2 Thou thy table spreadest for the needy,
Who may feast and take their fill,
Thou to grant thyheav'nlygifts art ready,
And thy goodness to reveal;
Soul and body in this rich fruition
Gain from thee, the Bread of life, nutri-
And we, as thy flesh and bone, [tion;
Lord, with thee are render'd one.

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O CHURCH of Jesus, now draw near
With humble joy, and filial fear;
According to his testament,
Enjoy the holy sacrament,

2 Here all our wants are well supply'd,
And we show forth that Jesus dy'd:
May we abide in him by faith,
And cleave to him in life and death.

3 Th' enjoyment of the flesh and blood
Of Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God,
Endoweth us with strength and grace
To love and serve him all our days.

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.

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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
With thee, my Lord, am dying,
What peace divine, what joy!
757.* T. 22.

O THAT in Jesus' church, his bride,
Sin might henceforth be mortify'd
By him, who us to save was slain,
And underwent such racking pain!

2 O might our souls and bodies be
From sinful influences free,

Might we, while still on earth we live,
To him the Vine as branches cleave.
3 O were we free from strange desirė
And from depraved nature's fire,
As dead to all corruption base,
As formerly to righteousness.
4 Lord, by the power of thy death,
Renew in us a living faith,
Whate'er is carnal, quite erase,
And sanctify us by thy grace.

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.
MY Saviour's pierced side
Pour'd forth a double flood;
By water we are purify'd,
And pardon'd by his blood.
Look up, my soul, to him
Whose death was thy desert,
And humbly view the living stream
Flow from his wounded heart.

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;

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FLOCK of Christ, with exultation,
View the well-springs of salvation!
Drink, and live,-with an emotion
Of unfeigned heart's devotion!

2 May to Jesus, while we're living,
From our works redound thanksgiving,
And our lowly, meek behavior
Clearly show we love our Saviour.
768.* T. 82.

JESUS makes my heart rejoice,
I'm his sheep, and know his voice:
He's a Shepherd kind and gracious,
And his pastures are delicious.
Constant love to me he shows,
Yea, my worthless name he knows?
2 Trusting his mild staff always,

I

go in and out in peace;

He will feed me with the treasure
Of his grace in richest measure;
When athirst to him I cry,
Living water he'll supply.

3 Should not I for gladness leap,
Led by Jesus as his sheep;
For when these blest days are over,
To the arms of my dear Saviour
I shall be convey'd to rest:
Amen, yea my lot is blest!

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,
The living Lord, who dy'd;
With all that's truly good I am
Most plenteously supply'd;
He richly feeds my soul
With manna from above,
And leads me where the rivers roll
Of everlasting love.

2 My table he doth spread
With choicest fare, and I
Behold the Lamb, the living Bread,
And eat most joyfully;
He makes my cup run o'er,
Anointeth me with oil,

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 know as I am known;
Then I my Shepherd's care
Shall praise, and him adore,

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,

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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!
O how unutterably blest am I,

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

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