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Verse 1

My God! and is thy table spread?
And does thy cup with love o’erflow?
Thither be all thy children led,
And let them all its sweetness know.

Verse 2

Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes!
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood;
Thrice happy he, who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food!

Verse 3

Oh! let thy table honored be,
And furnished well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes.

Verse 4

Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared;
With hearts inflamed let all attend;
Nor, when we leave our Father’s board,
The pleasure or the profit end.

Verse 1

Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts!
Thou Fount of life! thou Light of men!
From the best bliss that earth imparts,
We turn unfilled to thee again.

Verse 2

Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
Thou savest those that on thee call;
To them that seek thee, thou art good,
To them that find thee,--All in all!

Verse 3

We taste thee, oh, thou living Bread!
And long to feast upon thee still;
We drink of thee, the Fountain Head,
And thirst our souls from thee to fill.

Verse 4

Our restless spirits yearn for thee,
Where’er our changeful lot is cast;
Glad, when thy gracious smile we see,
Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast.

Verse 5

O Jesus! ever with us stay;
Make all our moments calm and bright;
Chase the dark night of sin away;
Shed o’er the world thy holy light.

Verse 1

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.

Verse 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.

Verse 3

Day by day with strength supplied,
Thro’ the life of him who died,
Lord of life, oh, let us be
Rooted, grafted, built on thee.

Verse 1

’Twas on that dark, that dreadful night,
When powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God’s delight,
And friends betrayed him to his foes.

Verse 2

Before the mournful scene began
He took the bread, and blessed and brake;
What love thro’ all his actions ran!
What wondrous words of grace he spake!

Verse 3

“This is my body, broke for sin;
Receive and eat the living food;”
Then took the cup, and blessed the wine:
“’Tis the new cov’nant in my blood.”

Verse 4

“Do this,” he cried, “till time shall end,
In mem’ry of your dying Friend;
Meet at the table, and record
The love of your departed Lord.”

Verse 5

Jesus, thy feast we celebrate;
We show thy death, we sing thy name
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.

Verse 1

While, in sweet communion, feeding
On this earthly bread and wine,
Savior, may we see thee bleeding
On the cross, to make us thine.

Verse 2

Now, our eyes forever closing
To this fleeting world below,
On thy gentle breast reposing,
Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know.

Verse 3

Though unseen, be ever near us,
With the still small voice of love,
Whisp’ring words of peace to cheer us,
Ev’ry doubt and fear remove.

Verse 4

Bring before us all the story
Of thy life, and death of woe;
And, with hopes of endless glory,
Wean our hearts from all below.

Verse 1

That dreadful night before his death,
The Lamb, for sinners slain,
Did, almost with his dying breath,
This solemn feast ordain.

Verse 2

To keep the feast, Lord, we have met,
And to remember thee;
Help each poor trembler to repeat--
For me he died, for me.

Verse 3

Thy suff’rings, Lord, each sacred sign
To our remembrance brings;
We eat the bread and drink the wine,
But think on nobler things.

Verse 4

Oh, tune our tongues, and set in frame
Each heart that pants for thee,
To sing, Hosanna to the Lamb,
The Lamb that died for me.

Verse 1

“Till he come!” oh, let the words
Linger on the trembling chords,
Let the “little while” between
In their golden light be seen;
Let us think how heav’n and home
Lie beyond that “Till he come!”

Verse 2

When the weary ones we love
Enter on that rest above,
When their words of love and cheer
Fall no longer on our ear,
Hush! be ev’ry murmur dumb,
It is only “Till he come!”

Verse 3

Clouds and darkness round us press;
Would we have one sorrow less?
All the sharpness of the cross,
All that tells the world is loss,
Death, and darkness, and the tomb
Pain us only “Till he come!”

Verse 4

See, the feast of love is spread,
Drink the wine and eat the bread:
Sweet memorials, till the Lord
Call us round his heavn’ly board;
Some from earth, from glory some,
Severed only “Till he come!”