(387.)

514. The institution of the Lord's Supper. L. M. 1 'TWAS on that dreadful, doleful night, When the whole pow'r of darkness re Against the Son of God's delight,

And friends betray'd him to his foes;

2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake,
What love through all his actions ran!
What wondrous words of grace he spake!
3 "This is my body broke for sin;
Receive and eat the living food."

Then took the cup and bless'd the wine;
""Tis the new cov'nant in my blood."

4 "Do this (he cried) till time shall end,
In mem❜ry of your dying friend:
Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed Lord,'

C. M.

515. Welcome to the Table. THIS is the feast of heavenly wine

And God invites to sup:

The juices of the living vine
Were press'd, to fill the cup.

2 Oh bless the Saviour, ye that eat,
With royal dainties fed;

Not heaven affords a costlier treat,
For Jesus is the bread.

3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them,
Ye trembling souls, appear!
The righteous in their own esteem
Have no acceptance here.

4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse
The banquet spread for you;
Dear Saviour, this is welcome news,
Then I may venture too.

If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place,

Surely the Lord will welcome me,
And I shall see his face.

(390.) S. M.

516. Communion at the Lord's Table

1

JESUS invites his saints

To mect around his board:

Here those he died to save may hold
Communion with their Lord.

2 Our heav'nly Father calls

Christ and his members one: We are the children of his love, And he the first-born Son.

3 We are the sev'ral parts

Of the same broken bread;
One body with its sev'ral limbs,
But Jesus is the head.

4 Let all our pow'rs be join'd,
His glorious name to raise;
Pleasure and love fill ev'ry mind,
And ev'ry voice be praise!

JESUS is

gone

L. M.

above the skies,

Where our weak senses reach nim not; And earnal objects court our eyes,

To thrust our Saviour from our thought.

2 He knows, what wand'ring hearts we have,
Apt to forget his lovely face;
And, to refresh our minds, he gave
These kind memorials of his grace.

3 The Lord of life his table spread
With his own flesh and dying blood;
We on the rich provision feed,

And taste the wine and bless the God.

4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem; Christ and his love fill ev'ry thought, And faith and hope be fix'd on him. 5 While he is absent from our sight, 'Tis to prepare our souls a place; That we may dwell in heav'nly light, And live for ever near his face.

ET all who truly bear

1 LE

The bleeding Saviour's name,

Their faithful hearts with us prepare,
And eat the Paschal Lamb:

Our passover was slain,

At Salem's hallowed place, Yet we who in our tents remain, Shall gain his largest grace.

2 This eucharistic feast,

Our every want supplies,
And still we by his death are blest,
And share his sacrifice;
By faith his flesh we'll eat,
Who here his passion show,
And God out of his holy seat
Shall all his gifts bestow;

3 Who thus our faith employ
His suff'rings to record,
E'en now we mournfully enjoy
Communion with our Lord;
As though we every one

Beneath his cross had stood,

And seen him heave, and heard him groan,

And felt his gushing blood.

O God! 'tis finish'd now!

The mortal pang is past!

By faith his head we see him bow,
And hear him breathe his last,

We too with him are dead,

And shall with him arise,

The cross on which he bows his head
Shall lift us to the skies.

1 THOU, who this myster.uus bread
Didst in Emmaus break,

Return herewith our souls to feed,
And to thy foll'wers speak.

2 Unseal the volume of thy grace,
Apply the gospel word;
Open our eyes to see thy face,

Our hearts, to know thee, Lord.

3 of thee we still commune, and mourn
Till thou the veil remove:

Talk with us, and our hearts shall burn,
With flames of perfect love.

4 Enkindle now the heavenly zeal,
And make thy mercy known,
And give our pardon'd souls to feel
That God and love are one.

520.

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(388.) L. M.

The Eucharist commemorative.

EAT, drink, in mem'ry of your frien 1!”

Such was our Master's last request;
Who all the pangs of death endur'd,
That we might live for ever blest.

2 Yes, we'll record thy matchless grace,
Thou dearest, tend'rest, best of friends!
Thy dying love the noblest praise
Of long eternity transcends.

3 'Tis pleasure more than earth can give,
Thy goodness through these veils to see.
Thy table food celestial yields;

And happy they, who sit with thee.

4 But oh! what vast transporting joys
Shall fill our breasts, our tongues inspire,
When, join'd with the celestial train,
Our grateful souls thy love admire!

521. The Eucharist commanded by Ĵesus.
(389.) L. M.
THIS feast was Jesus' high behest,
This cup of thanks his last request.
Ye, who can feel his worth, attend:
Eat, drink, in mem'ry of your friend.
2 Around the patriot's bust ye throng;
Him ye exalt in swelling song;

For him the wreath of glory bind,
Who freed from vassalage his kind.

3 And shall not he your praises reap,
Who rescues from the iron sleep?
The great Deliverer, whose breath
Unbinds the captives e'en of death?
4 Shall he, who, sinful men to save,
Became a tenant of the grave,
Unthank'd, un celebrated, rise,
Pass unremember'd to the skies?

5 Christians! unite with loud acclaim,
To hymn the Saviour's welcome name.
On earth extol his wondrous love;
Repeat his praise in worlds above.

(391.) C. M.

522. Communicants must love Christ and one

another.

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YE

foll'wers of the Prince of peace,

Who round his table draw!

Remember what his spirit was,

What his peculiar law.

2 The love, which all his bosom fill'd, Did all his actions guide: