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Nor e'er forsake the happy path
Their fathers' feet have trod.
C. M. 471.
Before the Lord we speak;
A vow we dare not break;
Ourselves to Christ we yield;
Nor ever quit the field.
But on his grace rely;
A needful aid supply.
And keep us in thy ways;
L. M. 472.
On receiving new Members.
A hearty welcome here receive;
The joys which only he can give.
Send his good spirit from above ;
And cause our hearts to burn with love. 3 Forgotten be each worldly theme,
When Christians see each other thus; We only wish to speak of him,
Who lived, and died, and reigns, for us. 4 We'll talk of all he did and said,
And suffered for us, here below ;-
And what he 's doing for us now.
We 'll love, and wonder, and adore ;
And hasten on the glorions day,
L. M. 473.
The Lord's Supper instituted.
When powers of earth and hell arose
And friends betrayed him to his foes :2 Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and blessed and brake: What love through 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 :"
“'T is the new covenant in my blood." 4 “Do this,” he cried, " till time shall end,
In mem'ry of your dying friend;
The love of your departed Lord.” 5 Jesus! thy feast we celebrate ;
We show thy death, we sing thy name
C. M. 474.
The nero Covenant sealed. 1 THE promise of my Father's love
Shall stand for good :
And sealed the grace with blood. 2 To this dear covenant of thy word
I set my worthless name;
And make my humble claim. 3 I call that legacy my own,
Which Jesus did bequeath ;
And ratified in death. 4 The light and strength, the pard’ning grace
And glory shall be mine :
My life and soul-my heart and flesh,
For thy flesh is meat indeed ;
Through the life of him that died.
This blest cup of sacrifice;
L. M. 476.
The Memorials of Grace. 1 JESUS is gone above the skies,
Where our weak senses reach him not;
To thrust our Saviour from our thought. 2 He knows what wandering hearts we have,
Apt to forget his lovely face;
These kind memorials of his grace. 3 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,
And earth grow less in our esteem;
And faith and hope be fixed on him. 4 While he is absent from our sight,
T is to prepare our souls a place,
S. M. 477. Communion with Christ and with Saints, 1 JESUS invites his saints
To meet around his board;
Communion with their Lord.
2 This holy bread and wine
Maintain our fainting breath,
And interest in his death. 3 Our heavenly Father calls
Christ and his members one;
And he the first-born Son.
His glorious name to raise :
And every voice be praise.
Here we attend thy dying feast;
And thine own flesh feeds every guest. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in one who died ;
From a Redeemer crucified. 3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,
And cast their scandals on thy cause ; We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his cross. 4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He that was dead has left his tomb;
And we are waiting till he come.
Was God's eternal Son !
And pity brought him down.
To raise us to his throne;
But cost his heart a groan.
3 This was compassion, like a God,
That when the Saviour knew
His pity ne'er withdrew. 4 Now, though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great;
Nor lets his saints forget.
While we his death record,
The Day of Espousals.
Accept the tribute that we bring ;
And wear our praises as thy crown. 2 Let every act of worship be,
Like our espousals, Lord! to thee;-
We first received thy pledge of love. 3 The gladness of that happy day
Our hearts would wish it long to stay;
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold. 4 Each follwing minute as it flies,
Increase thy praise, improve our joys;
C. M. 481. Humble Communion with Christ. 1 LORD! at thy table, we behold
The wonders of thy grace;
Should find a welcome-place.
And rebels to our God ;-
And trampled on his blood;