3 Never will we hence depart,
Till thou our wants reliéve,
Write forgiveness on our heart,
And all thy image give:
Still our souls shall cry to thee,
Till perfected in holiness;
O remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace.
'Tis done! the atoning work is done!
Jesus, the world's Redeemer, dies!
All nature feels the important groan,
Loud echoing through the earth and skies;
The earth doth to her centre quake,
And heaven as hell's deep gloom is black.
2 The temple's veil is rent in twain,
While Jesus meekly bows his head;
The rocks resent his mortal pain;
The yawning graves give up their dead;
The bodies of the saints arise,
Reviving as their Saviour dies.
3 And shall we not his death partake?
In sympathetic anguish groan?
O Saviour, let thy passion shake
Our earth, and rend our hearts of stone:
To second life our souls restore,
And wake us that we sleep no more.
JESUS, at whose supreme command,
We thus approach to God,
Before us in thy vesture stand,
Thy vesture dipt in blood.
2 Obedient to thy gracious word,
We break the hallow'd bread,
Commemorate thee, our dying Lord,
And trust on thee to feed.
3 Now, Saviour, now thyself reveal, And make thy nature known; Affix thy sacramental seal,
And stamp us for thy own.
4 The tokens of thy dying love,
O let us all receive!
And feel the quickening Spirit move,
And sensibly believe.
GLORY to Him who freely spent
His blood, that we might live;
And through this choicest instrument
Does all his blessings give.
2 Here all thy blessings we receive;
Here all thy gifts are given,
To those who would in thee believe—
Pardon, and grace, and heaven.
3 Thus may we still in thee be blest,
Till all from earth remove,
And share with thee the marriage-feast, And drink the wine above.
OUR Saviour spake the word,
His will our reason is,
Do this in memory of thy Lord;
Jesus has said, Do this!
He bids us eat the bread;
He bids us drink the wine;
No other motive, Lord, we need,
No other word than thine.
With what our Lord does say:
Let others ask a reason why,
Our glory is to obey.
Because he says, Do this,
This we shall always do;
Till Jesus comes in glorious bliss,
We thus his death will show.
To Jesus, our exalted Lord,
(The name by heaven and earth adored!) Fain would our hearts and voices raise A cheerful song of grateful praise.
2 But all the notes that mortals know,
Are weak, and languishing, and low;
Far, far above our humble
songs;
The theme demands immortal tongues.
3 Yet while around his board we meet,
And humbly worship at his feet;
O let our warm affections move,
In glad returns of grateful love.
4 Let faith our feeble senses aid,
To see thy wondrous love display'd;
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,
Thy dreadful agonizing pains.
5 Let humble, penitential woe,
With painful, pleasing anguish flow;
And thy forgiving smiles impart
Life, hope, and joy to every heart.
ACCORDING to thy gracious word,
In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember Thee.
2 Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember Thee.
3 Gethsemane can I forget,
Or there thy conflict see-
Thy agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember Thee?
4 When to the cross I turn my eyes,
And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,
I must remember Thee.
5 Remember Thee, and all thy pains,
And all thy love to me;
Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember Thee.
And when these failing lips grow dumb,
And mind and memory flee;
When thou shalt in thy kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me.
COME, and let us sweetly join,
Christ to praise in hymns divine :
Give we all, with one accord,
Glory to our common Lord:
Hands, and hearts, and voices raise;
Sing as in the ancient days;
Antedate the joys above;
Celebrate the feast of Love.
Strive we, in affection strive,
Let the purer flame revive;
Such as in the martyrs glow'd,
Dying champions for their God:
We, like them, may live and love;
Call'd we are their joys to prove;
Saved with them from future wrath;
Partners of like precious faith.
3 Sing we then in Jesus' name,
Now as yesterday the same;
One in every time and place;
Full for all of truth and grace;
We for Christ our Master stand,
Lights in a benighted land:
We our dying Lord confess:
We are Jesus' witnesses.
4 Witnesses that Christ has died;
We with him are crucified:
Christ has burst the bands of death;
We his quickening Spirit breathe:
Christ is now gone up on high;
Thither all our wishes fly:
Sits at God's right hand above;
There with him we reign in love.
COME, thou high and lofty Lord!
Lowly, meek, incarnate Word;
Humbly stoop to earth again;
Come and visit abject man:
Jesus, dear expected guest,
Thou art bidden to the feast;
For thyself our hearts prepare;
Come, and sit, and banquet here.
2 Jesus, we thy promise claim;
We are met in thy great name:
In the midst do thou appear;
Manifest thy presence here:
Sanctify, O Lord, and bless;
Breathe thy Spirit, give thy peace:
Thou thyself within us move;
Make our feast a feast of love.
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