647. S. M. ENGLISH BAPTIST COLL. Obeying Christ. 1 HERE, Saviour, we would come, 2 O, bless this sacred rite, And may we find that as our day 648. C. M. GREENWOOD. The Table of the Lord. 1 Now I approach thy table, Lord, 2 O, shall I not remember one, 3 Yea, I'll remember him and strive 494 Grateful Remembrance of Christ. 1 JESUS, the Friend of man, 2 Here we show forth his love, 3 Here let our powers unite 4 One faith, one hope, one Lord, 5 Warmed with our Master's love, 1 Nor with terror do we meet 2 'Tis his memory we record, "T is his virtues we proclaim; Grateful to our honored Lord, Here we bless his sacred name. 3 See him, on the dreadful day Of his mortal agony, Break the bread, and hear him say, "Eat of this, and think of me!" 4 See him standing on the brink Of the tomb, and hark, he cries, "Take the cup, and as ye drink, O, remember him who dies!" 5 Yes, we will remember thee, Friend and Saviour; and thy feast Of all services shall be Holiest and welcomest. 651. 7s. M. ANONYMOUS. A Communion Hymn. 1 Ar thy table, Lord of life, May our souls find peace and rest; 2 He invites us to this feast; He hath said, "Remember me;" May we come with trustful hearts, Hearts devoted, Lord, to thee. 3 May thy grace our souls awakeMake them glow with holy love; While we take the bread and cup, Set our hearts on things above. 4 Like the Saviour, may we be, Thy good pleasure to fulfil. 652. L. M. DUBLIN COLL. The Lord's Supper. 1 "EAT, drink in memory of your Friend!" 2 Yes, we'll record thy matchless love, 3 'Tis pleasure more than earth can give Thy goodness through these veils to see; Thy table food celestial yields, And happy they who sit with thee! A Communion Hymn. 1 HERE, in the broken bread, 2 O Thou, who didst allow Father, what more couldst thou have done 3 We are persuaded now, That nothing can divide Thy children from thy boundless love, 4 Who died to make us sure And from the power and pains of sin 654. C. M. PRINCE. Before Communion. 1 How glorious is this holy place, 2 Jesus, the Master of the feast, 3 Vain thoughts and wrong desires no more Shall these pure joys molest; Nor clouds of doubt and fear come o'er 4 Here may our grateful hearts be filled 498 |