745.* T.

T. 71.
MY soul, prepare to meet
Thy Saviour; at his feet.
Fall down adoring;

The Lord of earth and skies
A feast for thee supplies,
Past thy exploring.

2 How vast is here display'd,
In brightest form array'd,
His love's dimension!
O grace! beyond the ken
Of angels or of men,

Past comprehension !

5 How should I, slaughter'd Lamb,
Who dust and ashes am,
A worm, and earthy,

To taste such boundless grace,
And have so high a place
Be counted worthy!

4 Ah, why am I thus blest,
That such an heav'nly Guest
My house will enter;
Dare I, thou highest Good,
To taste thy flesh and blood,
A sinner, venture ?
5 Upon thy call I'm here,
I venture to draw near,
Because thou'rt gracious:
I on thy word rely,
Thou wilt my soul supply
With food delicious.

6 Grant me but this firm faith,
That with thee by thy death
I am united.

To cure and make me whole,
Thou hast my sin-sick soul
Freely invited.

7 Thy body slain for me,
My food, my foretaste be

Of heav'n's fruition!
And by its pow'r may I,
While I the world deny,
Gain there admission.

8 Pervade, thou precious flood
Of Christ's all-healing blood,
My soul and senses:
And to my needy heart
Life, peace, and health impart,
Thus heav'n commences.

9 Lord, of thy wondrous love
That brought thee from above
Thou gav'st this token:
O may it constantly
Unite my heart to thee
In bonds unbroken.

10 Didst thou thyself devise
To be my Sacrifice,

My Lord, my Treasure!
Grant that continually
To live alone for thee
May be my pleasure.

11 Cause me, who now am thine,
As branch, to thee the Vine
To cleave unceasing;
Receiving strength and juice,
That I may fruit produce
To thee well-pleasing.

12 Such grace on me is spent,
That none hath its extent
Aright explained;
Grant now that I may show
To fellow-sinners too
A love unfeigned.

13 May ev'ry drop of blood
In me, O Lord my God,

Be sanctified:
Oft as my heart doth beat,
May I his praise repeat,
Who for me died.

746.* * T. 22. THE congregation while below, Being imperfect, tears must sow; But we expect once joy to reap, Since we for Jesus' mercy weep. 2 Meanwhile that we might bear in mind His dying love to lost mankind, He hath, as his last testament, To us bequeath'd the sacrament. 3 He, when this feast was first ordain'd Its solemn import thus explain'd: "This is my body, take and eat, That you may never me forget." 4"This is my blood, of which whene'er Ye drink, my death in mem'ry bear." The church believes, and thus in faith Partakes,&showeth forth Christ's death.

753*. T. 151.

THOSE souls are truly blessed,

Who to our Saviour cleave, Of living-faith possessed,

And in his name believe; For what is still denied

To sight, while here below,

Is by our faith enjoyed,

And makes our hearts to glow.

2 Faith on Christ's declaration
With confidence reliés :
He now his congregation

With heav'nly food supplies;
Would we as branches flourish

On Jesus the true Vine, His blood our souls must nourish; Else they would droop and pine. 3 Draw near to Jesus' table,

Ye contrite souls, draw near;
The hungry, sick and feeble

His choicest dainties share.
Let Jesus' death engraven
Upon your hearts remain ;
Thus here, and there in heaven,
Eternal life you gain.
754.*

T. 99.

ACT full of godlike majesty!
O Love's abyss! I'm lost in thee,
O myst'ry, all our thoughts surpassing!
Now all our wants are well supply'd,
And we show forth that Jesus dy'd,
As oft as we enjoy this blessing.
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756.* T. 151.

OWN me, Lord, my Salvation! Receive my Shepherd, me! know, thy bitter passion

Is a rich treasury;

And that thou, Man of sorrows,

Hast by thy death and blood Procur'd a new heart for us, And sacramental food.

2 What heav'nly consolation Doth in my heart take place, When I thy toil and passion

Can in some measure trace! Oh, what am I enjoying,

Thy flesh and bone, when I
With thee, my Lord, am dying,
What peace divine, what joy!
757.* T. 22.

O THAT in Jesus' church, his bride,
Sin might henceforth be mortify'd
By him, who us to save was slain,
And underwent such racking pain!

2 O might our souls and bodies be
From sinful influences free,

Might we, while still on earth we live, To him the Vine as branches cleave. 3 O were we free from strange desire And from depraved nature's fire, As dead to all corruption base, As formerly to righteousness. 4 Lord, by the power of thy death, Renew in us a living faith, Whate'er is carnal, quite erase, And sanctify us by thy grace. 5 O church, rejoice, tho' tremblingly, The Lord's death now pervadeth thee; O may his sacred body cure, And make our souls and bodies pure.

Gracious Jesus,

Richly bless thy thirsting flock,

And refresh us!

JESUS makes my heart rejoice,
I'm his sheep, and know his voice:
He's a Shepherd kind and gracious,
And his pastures are delicious.
Constant love to me he shows,
Yea, my worthless name he knows?
2 Trusting his mild staff always,
I go in and out in peace;
He will feed me with the treasure
Of his grace in richest measure;
When athirst to him I cry,
Living water he'll supply.

To his flock our Saviour showeth ; From the treasures of his grace

He the choicest gifts bestoweth : As his sheep by him we're own'd, Since his blood for us aton'd.

2 They who feel their want and need, Thirsting for his great salvation, On the richest pastures feed,

With true joy and delectation; Till they shall, when perfected, With celestial joys be fed.

770.* T. 582.

MY Shepherd is the Lamb,
The living Lord, who dy'd;
With all that's truly good I am
Most plenteously supply'd;
He richly feeds my soul
With manna from above,
And leads me where the rivers roll
Of everlasting love.

2 My table he doth spread
With choicest fare, and I
Behold the Lamb, the living Bread,
And eat most joyfully;
He makes my cup run o'er,
Anointeth me with oil,

I shall enjoy for evermore

The merits of his toil.

3 When faith and hope shall cease, And love prevail alone,

I then shall see him face to face,
And know as I am known;
Then I my Shepherd's care
Shall praise, and him adore,

And in his Father's house shall share

True bliss for evermore.