The Door of Heaven Part 7

1 According to Thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember Thee.

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2 Thy Body, broken for my sake, My Bread from heaven shall be: Thy cup of blessing I will take, And thus remember Thee.

3 Can I Gethsemane forget?

Or there Thy conflict see, Thine agony and b.l.o.o.d.y sweat, And not remember Thee?

4 When to the Cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of G.o.d, my sacrifice, I must remember Thee.

5 Remember Thee, and all Thy pains, And all Thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember Thee.

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee, When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, Jesu, remember me. Amen.

3.

1 O G.o.d, unseen, yet ever near, Thy presence may we feel; And thus, inspired with holy fear, Before Thine altar kneel.

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2 Here may Thy faithful people know The blessings of Thy love; The streams that through the desert flow, The Manna from above.

3 We come, obedient to Thy word, To feast on heavenly Food; Our meat the Body of the Lord, Our drink, His precious Blood.

4 Thus may we all Thy word obey, For we, O G.o.d, are Thine; And go rejoicing on our way, Renewed with strength divine. Amen.

4.

1 I am not worthy, Holy Lord, That Thou shouldst come to me, Speak but the word, one gracious word Can set the sinner free.

2 I am not worthy: cold and bare The lodging of my soul; How canst Thou deign to enter there?

Lord, speak, and make me whole.

3 I am not worthy; yet, my G.o.d, How can I say Thee nay; Thee, who didst give Thy Flesh and Blood My ransom-price to pay?

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4 O come! in this sweet morning hour Feed me with Food divine; And fill with all Thy love and power This worthless heart of mine. Amen.

5.

1 And now, O Father, mindful of the love That bought us, once for all, on Calvary's Tree, And having with us Him that pleads above, We here present, we here spread forth to Thee That only Offering perfect in Thine eyes, The one true, pure, immortal sacrifice.

2 Look, Father, look on His anointed face, And only look on us as found in Him; Look not on our misusings of Thy grace, Our prayer so languid, and our faith so dim: For lo! between our sins and their reward We set the Pa.s.sion of Thy Son our Lord.

3 And then for those, our dearest and our best, By this prevailing presence we appeal; O fold them closer to Thy mercy's breast, O do Thine utmost for their souls' true weal; From tainting mischief keep them white and clear, And crown Thy gifts with strength to persevere.

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4 And so we come; O draw us to Thy feet, Most patient Saviour, Who canst love us still; And by this Food, so awful and so sweet, Deliver us from every touch of ill: In Thine own service make us glad and free, And grant us never more to part with Thee.

Amen.

6.

1 Sweet feast of love divine; 'Tis grace that makes us free To feed upon this Bread and Wine, In memory, Lord, of Thee.

2 Here every welcome guest Waits, Lord, from Thee to learn The secrets of Thy Father's breast, And all Thy grace discern.

3 Here conscience ends its strife, And faith delights to prove The sweetness of the Bread of life, The fulness of Thy love.

4 The Blood that flowed for sin In symbol here we see, And feel the blessed pledge within, That we are loved of Thee.

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5 O if this glimpse of love Is so divinely sweet, What will it be, O Lord, above, Thy gladdening smile to meet;

6 To see Thee face to face, Thy perfect likeness wear, And all Thy ways of wondrous grace Through endless years declare. Amen.

7.

THANKSGIVING.

1 In full and glad surrender I give myself to Thee, Thine utterly and only And evermore to be.

2 O Son of G.o.d, who lovest me, I will be Thine alone; And all I have and am, Lord, Shall henceforth be Thine own!

3 Reign over me, Lord Jesus; O make my heart Thy throne: It shall be Thine, dear Saviour, It shall be Thine alone.

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4 O come and reign, Lord Jesus; Rule over everything!

And keep me always loyal, And true to Thee, my King. Amen.

8.

1 Jesu, gentlest Saviour, G.o.d of might and power, Thou Thyself art dwelling In us at this hour.

2 Nature cannot hold Thee, Heaven is all too strait For Thine endless glory And Thy royal state.

3 Out beyond the s.h.i.+ning Of the furthest star Thou art ever stretching Infinitely far.

4 Yet the hearts of children Hold what words cannot, And the G.o.d of wonders Loves the lowly spot.