The Feast of the Lord's Supper.
1 ONCE more do we enjoy the sign
That we are sons of God,
Partake the sacred bread and wine,
The holy flesh and blood.
2 Now seal'd again by Jesus' love,
We call the Lord our own;
With strength renew'd mount up above,
And hasten to our throne.
3 O happy meeting, heavenly feast!
Where God and sinners meet!
And we (behold) the honour'd guest,
That sit at Jesus' feet!
4 But O, the bless'd transporting thought!
Soon we shall rise above;
And to the heavenly table brought,
There taste the feast of love.
5 With angels and bless'd spirits join
In all that can be given,
Of goodness, truth, and love divine,
In that eternal heaven.
Praise to the Lord for constant Preservation.
1 THOU great, all-knowing, present God,
Where'er I stay or rove,
I am surrounded still by thee,
Encircled with thy love.
2 When in the paths of vice I trod,
Nor fear'd thy holy Name,
Thou wast my all-supporting God,
Thy hand preserv'd my frame.
3 Still, Lord, thy hand my life defends ;
My life I owe to thee;
Thy mercy all my way attends,
Thy love abounds to me.
4 Where'er I am, I am thy care,
Thy dealings all are love;
And thine intention to prepare
My soul for heaven above.
5 My God, my Saviour, guides me still
In all his righteous ways;
Daily may I perform his will,
Each moment live his praise.
284. L. M.
The Holy Supper.
1 WHAT wonders hath Jehovah wrought, How great the price by which we 're bought! The all of love and truth divine,
In our redemption sweetly join.
2 The beams of love descend, and bring
Ten thousand blessings from our King;
While rays of glorious truth and light
Unveil his glories to our sight.
3 Thy love exceeds our highest praise,
And all the songs that angels raise;
How then shall we attempt to sing
The boundless goodness of our King!
4 Dear Lord, had we ten thousand tongues,
And notes beyond the angels' songs;
Still we should fail, nor could make known
The nameless mercies of thy throne.
1 LO! God is here: let us adore,
And humbly bow before his face:
Let all within us feel his power,
Let all within us seek his grace.
2 Lo! God is here: him day and night
United choirs of angels sing:
To him, enthron'd above all height,
Heaven's hosts their noblest praises bring.
3 Being of beings! may our praise
Thy courts with grateful incense fill:
Still may we stand before thy face,
Still hear and do thy sovereign will.
Unprofitableness under Gospel Privileges.
1 LONG have we sat beneath the sound
Of thy salvation, Lord!
Yet still how weak our faith is found,
And knowledge of thy word!
2 Oft we frequent thy holy place,
And hear almost in vain;
What faint impressions of thy grace
Our languid powers retain.
3 How cold and feeble is our love!
How negligent our fear!
How low our hope of joys above!
How few affections there!
4 Great God! thy gracious aid impart
To give thy word success;
Write all its precepts on the heart,
And deep its truths impress.
50 speed our progress in the way
That leads to joys on high;
Where knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die!
The Lord our only Hope here, and Portion hereafter. 1 OUR confidence and hope, O Lord, Are fix'd on thee alone; Encourag'd by thy sacred word, That thou wilt sinners own.
2 Here storms and tempests daily lower, And enemies assail;
But thou, dear Lord, our Rock and Tower, Wilt o'er our foes prevail.
3 We sail o'er rough, tempestuous waves,
And long to gain the land;
Jesus is nigh, and ever saves,
By his almighty hand.
4 On him in troubles we rely,
He hears us when we call;
His mercy is for ever nigh,
He is our all in all.
Jesus, the Friend of Sinners.
1 CALM, my soul, behold thy Saviour!
This bless'd thought shall joy impart,
Though by all the world forsaken,
That he bears me on his heart.
What though death, and hell, and ruin
Seek my soul? thy grace I see;
Which shall still go on subduing
And bring all things home to thee.
2 Jesus, for the guilty captive,
Gave his precious life away;
Nor shall death and hell, and satan,
Always hold the Saviour's prey.
But I feel I am a sinner;
Can his grace to me extend?
Yes, methinks the Gospel whispers,
"Jesus is the sinner's Friend."
3 Soon we'll leave this world of sorrow,
And behold his smiling face;
And with all the ransom'd myriads
Sing the triumphs of his grace.
Oh! for such transcendant goodness,
May each soul in concert rise;
In melodious, grateful anthems,
Sound his praises to the skies.
1 BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth,
O serve him with gladness and fear;
Exult in his presence with music and mirth,
With love and devotion draw near.
2 For Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone,
Creator and Ruler o'er all;
And we are his people, his sceptre we own:
His sheep, and we follow his call.
3 O enter his gates with thanksgiving and song, Your vows in his temple proclaim;
His praise with melodious accordance prolong,
And bless his adorable name.
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