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3 Never will we hence depart,
Till thou our wants relieve,
And all thy image give:
(L. B. 532.] 6 lines 8. '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;
Reviving as their Saviour dies.
In sympathetic anguish groan?
(L. B. 533.] C. M.
We thus approach to God,
Thy vesture dipt in blood.
We break the hallow'd bread,
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 sensibly believe.
[L. B. 538.] C. M. GLORY to Him who freely spent
His blood, that we might live; And through this choicest instrument
Does all his blessings give.
Here all thy gifts are given,
Pardon, and grace, and heaven. 3 Thus may we still in thee be blest,
Till all from earth remove,
And drink the wine above. 370.
(L. B. 547.] S. M. OUR Saviour spake the word,
His will our reason is,
Jesus has said, Do this!
He bids us drink the wine;
No other word than thine.
With what our Lord does say:
Our glory is to obey.
4 Because he says, Do this,
This we shall always do;
We thus his death will show.
[s. B.79.) L. M. 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.
Are weak, and languishing, and low;
The theme demands immortal tongues. 3 Yet while around his board we meet,
And humbly worship at his feet;
In glad returns of grateful love. 4 Let faith our feeble senses aid,
To see thy wondrous love display'd;
Thy dreadful agonizing pains. 5 Let humble, penitential woe,
With painful, pleasing anguish flow;
In meek humility,
I will remember Thee.
My bread from heaven shall be; Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember Thee.
3 Gethsemane can I forget,
Or there thy conflict seeThy agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember Thee?
And rest on Calvary,
I must remember Thee.
And all thy love to me;
Will I remember Thee. 6 And when these failing lips grow dumb,
And mind and memory flee;
Jesus, remember me.
[L. B. 505.]
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COME, and let us sweetly join,
Celebrate the feast of Love. 2 Strive we, in affection strive,
Let the purer flame revive;
We, like them, may live and love;
joys to prove;
Partners of like precious faith. 3 Sing we then in Jesus' name,
Now as yesterday the same;
[L. B. 506.] 8 lines 7.
Come, and sit, and banquet here. 2 Jesus, we thy promise claim;
We are met in thy great name: