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2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met,
And to remember thee :
For me he died, for me! 3 Thy sufførings, Lord, each sacred sign
To our remembrance brings:
But think on nobler things.
Each heart that pants for thee, To sing,—Hosanna to the Lamb,
The Lamb that died for me!
We now approach to God,
Thy vesture dipp'd in blood. 2 Now, Saviour, now thyself reveal,
And make thy nature known; Affix thy blessed Spirit's seal,
And stamp us for thine own.
O let us all receive,
And sensibly believe.
Let it thy blood impart;
To cheer each languid heart. 5 The living bread sent down from heaven,
In us vouchsafe to be:
And all may live by thee.
C. M. The invitation. HE King of heaven his table spreads,
And blessings crown the board; Not Paradise, with all its joys,
Could such delight afford. 2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are given, Through the rich blood that Jesus shed,
To raise our souls to heaven.
Were fed and feasted here;
Around the board appear.
Nor weak excuses frame; Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder's name.
The bleeding Saviour's name,
And eat the Paschal Lamb. 2 This eucharistic feast,
Our every want supplies,
And share his sacrifice.
His suff'rings to record,
Communion with our Lord. 4 We too with him are dead,
And shall with him arise;
Shall lift us to the skies.
ACCORDING militby gracious worů,
In meek ,
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 see, Thine 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 mem'ry flee,
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And wash away my sin;
Can make the foulest clean. 2 It runs divinely clear,
A fountain deep and wide: 'Twas open'd by the soldier's spear,
In my Redeemer's side.
If tender thoughts within us burn
To feel a friend is nigh ;
The gratitude we owe
And save from endless wo?
Those pangs he would not flee,
Meet and remember me.
The griefs which thou didst bear! O mem'ry, leave no other name
So deeply graven there. 271
L. M. Figure and means of saving grace. UTHOR of our salvation, thee,
With lowly, thankful hearts, we praise ; Author of this great mystery,
Figure and means of saving grace. 2 The sacred, true, effectual sign,
Thy body and thy blood it shows; The glorious instrument divine,
Thy mercy and thy strength bestows. 3 We see the blood that seals our peace;
Thy pard’ning mercy we receive; The bread doth visibly express
The strength through which our spirits live 4 Our spirits drink a fresh supply,
And eat the bread so freely given, Till, borne on eagles' wings, we fly,
And banquet with our Lord in heaven.
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Magnify thy dying word;
Seal our souls forever thine. 273
Thy presence may we feel;
Before thy table kneel. 2 Here may thy faithful people know
The blessings of thy love; The streams that through the desert low,
The manna from above.
To feast on heavenly food;
Our drink, his precious blood.
For we, O God, are thine; And go rejoicing on our way,
Renew'd with strength divine.