And let my glad obedience
How much I owe-how much I love.
The new Covenant sealed.
THE promise of my Father's love
Shall stand forever good:
He said and gave his soul to death,
And sealed the grace with blood.
2 To this dear covenant of thy word
I set my worthless name;
I seal th' engagement to my Lord,
And make my humble claim.
3 I call that legacy my own,
Which Jesus did bequeath;
'Twas purchased with a dying groan,
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,
And all my powers are thine.
434 Reconciliation by Christ's Death.
AND are we now brought near to God,
Who once at distance stood?
Did Jesus, to effect this change,
Pour out his precious blood?
2 Oh for a song of ardent praise,
To bear our souls above!
What should allay our lively hope,
Or damp our flaming love!
3 Then let us join the heavenly choirs,
To praise our glorious King!
Oh may that love which spread this feast
Inspire us while we sing!
Spiritual Nourishment from Christ.
BREAD of heaven! on thee we feed,
For thy flesh is meat indeed:
Ever let our souls be fed
With this true and living bread!
2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice:
Lord, thy wounds our healing give;
To thy cross we look and live.
3 Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of him who died;
Lord of life! oh let us be
Kooted, grafted, built on thee!
HERE let us see thy face, O Lord,
And view salvation with our eyes,
And taste and feel the living Word,
The Bread descending from the skies.
2 Thou hast prepared this dying Lamb,
Hast set his blood before our face,
To teach the terrors of thy name,
And show the wonders of thy grace.
3 Jesus, our light! our morning-star!
Shine thou on nations yet unknown;
The glory of thy people here,
And joy of spirits near thy throne.
HERE at thy table, Lord, we meet,
To feed on food divine:
Thy body is the bread we eat,
Thy precious blood the wine.
2 He, who prepares this rich repast,
Himself comes down and dies;
And then invites us thus to feast
Upon the sacrifice.
3 Here peace and pardon sweetly flow-
Oh what delightful food!
We eat the bread-and drink the wine-
But think on nobler good.
4 Deep was the suffering he endured
Upon th' accursed tree-
For me each welcome guest may say-
'Twas all endured for me.
5 Sure there was never love so free-
Dear Saviour-so divine!
Well thou mayest claim that heart of me,
Which owes so much to thine.
Pardon and Peace implored.
LAMB of God! whose bleeding love
We now recall to mind,
Send the answer from above,
And let us mercy find:
Think on us, who think on thee,
Every burdened soul release;
Oh remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace!
2 By thine agonizing pain,
And bloody sweat, we pray-
By thy dying love to man,
Take all our sins away:
Burst our bonds, and set us free,
From all sin do thou release;
Oh remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace!
3 Through thy blood, by faith applied,
Let sinners pardon feel;
Speak us freely justified,
And all our sickness heal:
By thy passion on the tree,
Let our griefs and troubles cease;
Oh remember Calvary,
Remembering Christ at his Table.
YES, we'll record thy matchless love,
Thou dearest, tenderest, best of friends!
Thy dying love the noblest praise
Of long eternity transcends.
2 'Tis pleasure, more than earth can give,
Thy glories through these vails to see:
Celestial food thy table yields,
And happy they who sit with thee!
Not ashamed of Christ crucified.
AT thy command, O gracious Lord,
Here we attend thy dying feast;
Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board,
And thine own flesh feeds every guest.
2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in one that died;
We hope for heavenly crowns above,
From a 'Redeemer crucified.
3 What though the world pronounce it shame,
And cast their scandals on thy cause?
We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumph in his cross.
4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He that was dead hath left his tomb;
He lives, above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come.'
S. M. Silver Street. Pentonville.
The Sabbath welcomed.
WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
2 Jesus himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day, amid the place
Where God my Saviour's been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasure and of sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
Till called to rise, and soar away,
To everlasting bliss.
WELCOME, delightful morn!
Thou day of sacred rest;
I hail thy kind return;
Lord, make these moments blest.
From low delights and mortal toys,
I soar to reach immortal joys.
2 Now may the King descend,
And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,
While saints address thy face:
<Let sinners feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.
3 Descend, celestial Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Disclose a Saviour's love,
And bless these sacred hours:
Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain.
Hail, happy day! thou day of holy rest,
What heavenly peace and transport fill our breast!
When Christ, the God of grace, in love descends,
And kindly holds communion with his friends.
2 Let earth and all its vanities be gone,
Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone;
Its flattering, fading glories I despise,
And to immortal beauties turn my eyes.
3 Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies,
And on my Saviour's glories fix my eyes:
Aff Oh! meet my rising soul, thou God of love,
mf And waft it to the blissful realms above!
AND now another week begins,
This day we call the Lord's;
This day he rose, who bore our sins,
For so his word records.
2 Hark, how the angels sweetly sing!-
Their voices fill the sky-
< They hail their great victorious King,
And welcome him on high.
3 We'll catch the note of lofty praise;
Their joys oh may we feel;
Our thankful song with them we'll raise,
And emulate their zeal.
4 Come, then, ye saints, and grateful sing
Of Christ, our risen Lord;
Of Christ, the everlasting King,
Of Christ, th' incarnate Word.
5 Hail, mighty Saviour-thee we hail!
High on thy throne above;
Till heart and flesh together fail,
We'll sing thy matchless love.
L. M. Semley. St. George's.
MY opening eyes with rapture see
The dawn of thy returning day;
My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,
While thus my early vows I pay.
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