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5 O Jesus! ever with us stay; Make all our moments calm and bright; Chase the dark night of sin away; Shed o'er the world thy holy light.
Lat., Bernard, of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1833.
477 Aletta. 7s.
_The Bread of Life._ (973)
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 This blest cup of sacrifice; Lord, thy wounds our healing give; To thy cross we look and live.
3 Day by day with strength supplied, Thro' the life of him who died, Lord of life, oh, let us be Rooted, grafted, built on thee.
Josiah Conder, 1824.
478 Windham. L.M.
_The Lord's Supper Inst.i.tuted._ (964)
'Twas on that dark, that dreadful night, When powers of earth and h.e.l.l arose Against the Son of G.o.d's delight, And friends betrayed him to his foes.
2 Before the mournful scene began He took the bread, and blessed and brake; What love thro' 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 blessed 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 the table, and record The love of your departed Lord."
5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate; We show thy death, we sing thy name Till thou return, and we shall eat The marriage supper of the Lamb.
Isaac Watts.
479 Dorrnance. 8s & 7s.
_Viewing the Cross._ (977)
While, in sweet communion, feeding On this earthly bread and wine, Savior, may we see thee bleeding On the cross, to make us thine.
2 Now, our eyes forever closing To this fleeting world below, On thy gentle breast reposing, Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know.
3 Though unseen, be ever near us, With the still small voice of love, Whisp'ring words of peace to cheer us, Ev'ry doubt and fear remove.
4 Bring before us all the story Of thy life, and death of woe; And, with hopes of endless glory, Wean our hearts from all below.
Edward Denny, 1839.
480 Arlington. C.M.
_Remembering Christ._ (958)
That dreadful night before his death, The Lamb, for sinners slain, Did, almost with his dying breath, This solemn feast ordain.
2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met, And to remember thee; Help each poor trembler to repeat-- For me he died, for me.
3 Thy suff'rings, Lord, each sacred sign To our remembrance brings; We eat the bread and drink the wine, But think on n.o.bler things.
4 Oh, tune our tongues, and set in frame Each heart that pants for thee, To sing, Hosanna to the Lamb, The Lamb that died for me.
Joseph Hart, d. 1768
481 Till He Come. 7s.
_The Coming Joy._
"Till he come!" oh, let the words Linger on the trembling chords, Let the "little while" between In their golden light be seen; Let us think how heav'n and home Lie beyond that "Till he come!"
2 When the weary ones we love Enter on that rest above, When their words of love and cheer Fall no longer on our ear, Hus.h.!.+ be ev'ry murmur dumb, It is only "Till he come!"
3 Clouds and darkness round us press; Would we have one sorrow less?
All the sharpness of the cross, All that tells the world is loss, Death, and darkness, and the tomb Pain us only "Till he come!"
4 See, the feast of love is spread, Drink the wine and eat the bread: Sweet memorials, till the Lord Call us round his heavn'ly board; Some from earth, from glory some, Severed only "Till he come!"
E.H.B. Bickersteth, 1861.
482 Arlington. C.M.
_Baptized into His Death._ (945)
We long to move and breathe in thee, Inspired with thine own breath, To live thy life, O Lord, and be Baptized into thy death.
2 Thy death to sin we die below, But we shall rise in love; We here are planted in thy woe, But we shall bloom above.
3 Above we shall thy glory share, As we thy cross have borne; E'en we shall crowns of honor wear, When we the thorns have worn.
483 Arlington. C.M.
_Baptism of Children._ (948)
Our children, Lord, in faith and prayer We now devote to thee; Let them thy covenant mercies share, And thy salvation see.