2 Not all the malice of his foes His pity could subdue; "Forgive them, Father!" he exclaimed; "They know not what they do.” 3 O what a love was here displayed, 4 Let not his sacred truths by us Nor let our thoughtless hearts forget 7s. M. 335. PRATT'S COL. Christ the Broad from Heaven. 1 BREAD of heaven! on thee we feed, For thy flesh is meat indeed; Ever let our souls be fed With this true and living bread! 2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies Lord, thy wounds our healing give; 3 Day by day with strength supplied, Rooted, grafted, built on thee! C. M. 336. MONTGOMERY. "This do in remembrance of me." 1 ACCORDING to thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, 3 Gethsemane can I forget, 4 Or there thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember thee? When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! 5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, 6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee, When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, Jesus, remember me. 1 C. M. 337. E. TAYLOR. For the Lord's Supper. "O NOT for these alone I pray," The dying Saviour said, Though on his breast that moment lay The loved disciple's head, 2 Though to his eye that moment sprung For those that eager round him hung, 3 "O not for these alone I pray; Who hear my word and choose my way 4 Sweet is the thought, when here we meet, S. M. 338. PARADISE ST. COL. The Saviour commemorated. 1 JESUS, the Friend of man, The welcome summons we obey, 2 Here we survey that love Which spoke in every breath, Which crowned each action of his life, 3 Then let our powers unite, 4 And while we share the gifts C. M. 339. GASKELL. Following after Jesus. 1 IN vain we thus recall to mind 2 May we, like him, though thanked with ill, Insulted, and withstood, In hope and patience labor still 3 Like him may we, unmurmuring, go Our heaven-appointed way, And learn, 'midst gathering storms of woe, "God's will be done!" to say. C. M. 340. J. NEWTON. Prayer for those who join the Church. 1 LET plenteous grace descend on those 2 With cheerful feet may they advance, 3 Lord, plant us all into thy death, C. M. 341. E. TAYLOR. Hymn for the Lord's Supper. 1 NOT here, where met to think on Him 2 No, gracious Master, not in vain 3 "Thy kingdom come"; we watch, we wait, To hear thy cheering call; When heaven shall ope its glorious gate, 1 HERE, in the broken bread, FURNESS. 2 Yes, that our souls might live, 3 O Thou who didst allow Father, what more couldst thou have done Than thou hast done for us? |