The Lord's Supper

936 "This do in Remembrance of Me."

1 ACCORDING to Thy gracious word, In meek humility, 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 testmaental 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!

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God! 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, Jesus, remember me!

James Montgomery, 1825

937 The Sorrows of our Lord

1 WE'LL praise our risen Lord, While at His feast we sit, His griefs a hallowed theme afford For sweetest music fit.

2 Such torments He endured As none e'er felt before, That joy and bliss might be secured To us for evermore.

3 Hurried from bar to bar, With blows and scoffs abused;

Reviled by Herod's men of war, With Pilate's scourges bruised.

4 His sweet and reverend face With spittle all profaned; That visage, full of heavenly grace, With His own blood distain'd.

5 Stretch'd on the cruel tree, He bled, and groan'd, and cried; And in a mortal agony, Languish'd awhile and died.

6 Then up to heaven He rose, That we might thither go, Where love and praises have no end, Where joys no changes know.

Joseph Stennett, 1709, a

938 Jesu's Love

1 GRACIOUS Redeemer, how divine, How wondrous is Thy love, The subject of th' eternal songs, Of blood-wash'd hosts above.

2 Join all your sacred harmony, Ye saints on earth below, To praise Immanuel, from whose name All fragrant odours flow.

3 He left His crown, He left His throne, By His great Father's side, He wore the thorn, He bore the cross, Was scourged and crucified.

4 Behold how every wound of His A precious balm distils, Which heals the scars that sin had made, And cures all mortal ills.

5 Those wounds are mouths that preach His grace; The ensigns of His love; The seals of our expected bliss In paradise above.

6 We see Thee at Thy table, Lord, By faith with great delight:

Oh how refined those joys will be When faith is turn'd to sight!

Joseph Stennett, 1709, a.

939 Jesu's Presence delightful.

1 AMIDST us our Beloved stands, And bids us view His pierced hands;

Points to His wounded feet and side, Blest emblems of the Crucified.

2 What food luxurious loads the board, When at His table sits the Lord! The wine how rich, the bread how sweet, When Jesus deigns the guests to meet!

3 If now with eyes defiled and dim, We see the signs but see not Him, Oh may His love the scales displace, And bid us see Him face to face!

4 Our former transports we recount, When with Him in the holy mount, These cause our souls to thirst anew, His marr'd but lovely face to view.

6 Thou glorious Bridegroom of our hearts, Thy present smile a heaven imparts:

Oh lift the veil, if veil there be, Let every saint Thy beauties see.

Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.

940 Heavenly Bread and Wine

1 DREAD of heaven! on Thee I feed, For Thy flesh is meat indeed;

Ever may my soul be fed With this true and living bread;

Day by day with strength supplied, Through the life of Him who died.

2 Vine of heaven! Thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice:

'Tis Thy wounds my healing give; To Thy cross I look and live.

Thou my life! Oh, let me be Rooted, grafted, built on Thee.

Josiah Conder, 1824.

941 Enjoyment of Christ

1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, begone, Let my religious hours alone;

Fain would my eyes my Saviour see:

I wait a visit, Lord, from Thee.

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire;

Come, my dear Jesus, from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love.

3 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare!

How sweet Thy entertainments are!

Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace and dying love.

4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine! In Thee Thy Father's glories shine;

Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One, That eyes have seen, or angels known.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

942 Christ's Dying Love

1 HOW condescending and how kind, Was God's eternal Son! Our misery reach'd His heavenly mind, And pity brought Him down.

2 When justice, by our sins provoked, Drew forth its dreadful sword, He gave His soul up to the stroke Without a murmuring word.

3 He sunk beneath our heavy woes, To raise us to His throne;

There's ne'er a gift His hand bestows, But cost His heart a groan.

4 This was compassion like a God, That when the Saviour knew The price of pardon was His blood, His pity ne'er withdrew.

5 Now though He reigns exalted high, His love is still as great;

Well He remembers Calvary, Nor lets His saints forget.

6 Here let our hearts begin to melt, While we His death record, And, with our joy for pardon'd guilt Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

943 We are one Bread, one Body

1 HOW happy are Thy servants, Lord, Who thus remember Thee!

What tongue can tell our sweet accord, Our perfect harmony!

2 Who Thy mysterious supper share, Here at Thy table fed, Many, and yet but one we are, One undivided bread.

3 One with the living Bread divine Which now by faith we eat, Our hearts, and minds, and spirits join, And all in Jesus meet.

4 So dear the tie where souls agree In Jesu's dying love, Then only can it closer be When all are join'd above.

Charles Wesley, 1745

944 The Feast and the Guests

1 HOW sweet and awful is the place, With Christ within the doors, While everlasting love displays The choicest of her stores.

2 While all our hearts and all our songs Join to admire the feast, 1 Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, "Lord, why was I a guest?

3 "Why was I made to hear Thy voice, And enter while there's room; When thousands make a wretched choice, And rather starve than come?"

4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast, That sweetly forced us in;

Else we had still refused to taste, And perish'd in our sin.

5 Pity the nations, O our God!

Constrain the earth to come;

Send Thy victorious Word abroad, And bring the strangers home.

6 We long to see Thy churches full, That all the chosen race May with one voice, and heart, and soul, Sing Thy redeeming grace.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

945 Divine Love remembered

1 IF human kindness meets return, And owns the grateful tie;

If tender thoughts "within us burn," When earthly friends are nigh,

2 Oh! shall not warmer accents tell The gratitude we owe To Him who died our fears to quell, Our more than orphan woe!

3 While yet His anguish'd soul survey'd Those pangs He would not flee, What love His latest words display'd—

"Meet and remember Me!"

4 Remember Thee! Thy death! Thy shame! Our hearts' sad load to bear!

Oh! memory, leave no other name But His recorded there!

Gerard Thomas Noel, 1813.

946 The Feast

1 IN memory of the Saviour's love, We keep the sacred feast, Where every humble contrite heart Is made a welcome guest.

2 By faith we take the bread of life, With which our souls are fed; And cup, in token of His blood That was for sinners shed.

3 Under His banner thus we sing The wonders of His love, And thus anticipate by faith The heavenly feast above.

Thomas Cotterill, 1812;

Richard Wittingham, 1835

947 Feeding in green Pastures

1 THOU whom my soul admires above All earthly joy and earthly love, Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, Where doth Thy choicest pasture grow?

2 Where is the shadow of that rock That from the sun defends Thy flock?

Pain would I feed among Thy sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep.

3 The footsteps of Thy flock I see;

Thy sweetest pastures here they be: A wondrous feast of love appears, Bought with Thy wounds and groans and tears.

4 His dearest flesh He makes my bread, For wine His richest blood is shed:

Here to these hills my soul will come, Till my Beloved lead me home.

Isaac Watts, 1709, a.

948 Christ the King at His Table

1 LET Him embrace my soul, and prove Mine interest in His heavenly love; The voice that tells me, "Thou art Mine,"

Exceeds the blessings of the vine.

2 Jesus, allure me by Thy charms, My soul shall fly into Thine arms! Our wandering feet Thy favours bring To the fair chambers of the King.

3 Though in ourselves deformed we are, And black as Kedar's tents appear, Yet, when we put Thy beauties on, Fair as the courts of Solomon.

4 While at His table sits the King, He loves to see us smile and sing; Our graces are our best perfume, And breathe like spikenard round the room.

5 As myrrh new bleeding from the tree, Such is a dying Christ to me; And while He makes my soul His guest, My bosom, Lord, shall be Thy rest.

6 No beams of cedar or of fir Can with Thy courts on earth compare; And here we wait, until Thy love Raise us to nobler seats above.

Isaac Watts, 1709

949

Grace admired.

1 LORD, at Thy table I behold The wonders of Thy grace; But most of all admire that I Should find a welcome place;

2 I that am all defiled with sin, A rebel to my God;

I that have crucified His Son, And trampled on His blood.

3 What strange surprising grace is this That such a soul has room! My Saviour takes me by the hand, My Jesus bids me come.

4 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord, I'd give them all to Thee; Had I ten thousand tongues, they all Should join the harmony.

Samuel Stennett, 1787

950 Delight in Communion with Jesus

1 LORD, what a heaven of saving grace Shines through the beauties of Thy face, And lights our passions to a flame!

Lord, how we love Thy charming name!

2 When I can say, "My God is mine;" When I can feel Thy glories shine;

I tread the world beneath my feet, And all that earth calls good or great.

3 While such a scene of sacred joys Our raptured eyes and souls employs, Here we could sit and gaze away A long, an everlasting day.

4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night, To the fair coasts of perfect light;

Then shall our joyful senses rove O'er the dear object of our love.

5 There shall we drink full draughts of bliss, And pluck new life from heavenly trees;

Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow A drop of heaven on worms below.

6 Send comforts down from Thy right hand, While we pass through this barren land; And in Thy temple let us see A glimpse of love, a glimpse of Thee.

Isaac Watts, 1709.