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We are persuaded now,
That nothing can divide
Displayed in Him who died ;-
Of mercy, truth, and peace,
To bring a full release.
FROTHINGHAM. “ He took bread and gave thanks.” i The Son of God
thanks Before the bread he broke ; How high that calm devotion ranks
Among the words he spoke! 2 Thanks, ʼmid those troubled men;
Thanks, at that deathly hour ;The world's dark prince advancing then
With all his rage and power. . 3 Thanks, o'er that loaf's dread sign;
Thanks, o'er that bitter food; — And o’er the cup, that was not wine,
But sorrow, fear, and blood. 4 And shall our griefs resent
What God appoints as best, When he, in all things innocent,
Was yet in all distressed ? 5 Shall we unthankful be
For all our blessings round, When in the press of agony
Such room for thanks he found ?
6 O shame us, Lord, whate'er
The fortunes of our days, -
If, favored, slow to praise !
Song of the Lamb.
i Come, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,
To be exalted thus ;
For he hath died for us.
3 Let all who dwell above the sky,
In air, on earth, in seas, Conspire to lift his glories high,
And speak his endless praise.
Close of Communion.
1 COME, and before we bid adieu,
And the communion end,
Of our exalted Friend.
2 Though in the blissful realms above
His brighter glories shine;
Shall hail the light divine;
3 Yet there are mild enlivening rays
Diffused around us here;-
Make his remembrance dear.
4 O let us, then, his praise repeat
In our most grateful strains,
In glory, where he reigns.
For the Communion.
i O God, accept the sacred hour
Which we to thee have given ;
To raise our souls to heaven.
2 Still let us hold, till life departs,
The precepts of thy Son, Nor let our thoughtless, thankless hearts
Forget what he has done.
From all corruption free,
Our powers, our wills, to thee.
8 &78. M.
i From the table now retiring,
Which for us the Lord hath spread,
Grow in all things like our Head.
2 His example by beholding,
May our lives his image bear; Him our Lord and Master calling,
His commands may we revere. 3 Love to God and men displaying,
Walking steadfast in his way, Joy attend us in believing,
Peace from God through endless day.
7 & 6s. M. 348.
FROM THE GERMAN. “ He bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.” i O SACRED Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down, So scornfully surrounded,
With thorns thine only crown, How art thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn! How do those features languish,
Which once were fair as morn! 2 What language shall I borrow
To thank thee, dearest Friend, For this thy dying sorrow,
This love that knew no end? O make me thine for ever!
And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love to thee! 78. M.
We are met in thy dear name;
2 Sanctify us, Lord, and bless;
Breathe thy spirit, give thy peace; Thou thyself within us move;
Make our feast a feast of love! 3 Give to us thy humble mind,
Patient, fearless, just, and kind;
Full of goodness, full of thee.
Give to us the fruits of peace,
That we have communed with thee. 5 Make us all in thee complete;
Make us all for glory meet, -
78. M. 350. PIERPONT.
Communion Hymn. i While to lips with praise that glow
This communion cup we press,
2 Reconcile us by thy Son,
In whose name on thee we call ;
We in him, and thou in all.
Who wast for our ransom slain,