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3 Lord, may they ever live to thee,
And grow in heavenly love;
Till crown'd with thee above.
399. L. M. Parkinson's Selection. Young Members wishing to live to God.
And yield our souls to Christ the Lord; Then to the church ourselves we give,
In holy fellowship to live
And sweetly on thy breast recline;
And never cease to watch and pray. 3 May we continue in thy ways,
Delight to pray-delight to praise ;
THE LORD'S SUPPER.
400. L. M. Watts. The Lord's Supper instituted. 1 Cor. xi. 23, &c.
When powers of earth and hell arose
And friends betray'd him to his foes : 2 Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake:
What wondrous words of grace he spake! 3 This is my body, broke for sin,
Receive and eat the living food ;'
4 Do this,' he cried, 'till time shall end,
In memory of your dying friend;
401. C. M. Relief Hymns.
Do this in Remembrance of Me. A COROLNG malihy
, gracious word, This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember thee. 2 Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be; Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember thee.
And rest on Calvary,
I must remember thee:-
And all thy love to me
I will remember thee. 5 And when these feetle lips grow dumb,
And mind, and memory flee,
Jesus, remember me.
402. C. M. Pres. Standard.
Thy blessed self impart;
Feed the believing heart.
In thy atoning blood ;
That we are born of God
3 Come, Holy Ghost, with Jesu's love,
Prepare us for the feast ;
And lean upon his breast.
403. C. M. Hart.
This solemn feast ordain.
And to remember thee:
• The Saviour died for me.'
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.
404. L. M. Watts Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ.
On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God;
I sacrifice them to his blood.
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
4 His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
And all the globe is dead to me.
That were a present far too small;
405. C. M. Watts. The Feast of Divine Love. Luke xiv. 17, 22, 23.
With Christ within the doors, Where everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores! 2 Here every bowel of our God
With soft compassion rolls,
Is food for dying souls.
Join to admire the feast,
Lord, why was I a guest ?' 4.Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there's room?
And rather starve than come ??
That sweetly forc'd us in,
And perish'd in our sin.
Constrain the earth to come; Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.
406. C. M.
ESPLENDENT Sun! thy rays impart;
Shed forth thy light and heat; Diffuse thy warmth through every beart;
Make our communion sweet. 2 Celestial breeze, awake, and come;
Descend, enlivening showers, Breathe on our souls a rich perfume,
And cheer these withering flowers.
And fill the sacred place;
407. C. M. Watts.
And pour the flowing wine. 2 Here thy revenging justice stands,
And pleads its dreadful cause; Here saving mercy spreads her hands,
Like Jesus on the cross.
On this great sacrifice;
And faith with fixed eyes.
To heaven directs her sight; Here every warmer passion meets,
And warmer powers unite.
And rising sin destroy ;
Yet not forbids the joy.