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Verse 1

Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding
With the shepherd’s kindest care,
All the feeble gently leading,
While the lambs Thy bosom share;

Verse 2

Now, these little ones receiving,
Fold them in Thy gracious arm;
There, we know, Thy word believing,
Only there secure from harm.

Verse 3

Never, from Thy pasture roving,
Let them be the lion’s prey;
Let Thy tenderness, so loving,
Keep them through life’s dangerous way.

Verse 4

Then, within Thy fold eternal,
Let them find a resting-place,
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink the rivers of Thy grace.

Verse 1

O Holy Lord, content to fill
In lowly home the lowliest place,
Thy childhood’s law a mother’s will,
Obedience meek Thy brightest grace;

Verse 2

Lead every child that bears Thy Name
To walk in Thine own guileless way,
To dread the touch of sin and shame,
And humbly, like Thyself, obey.

Verse 3

O let not this world’s scorching glow
Thy Spirit’s quickening dew efface,
Nor blast of sin too rudely blow,
And quench the trembling flame of grace.

Verse 4

Gather Thy lambs within Thine arm,
And gently in Thy bosom bear;
Keep them, O Lord, from hurt and harm,
And bid them rest for ever there.

Verse 5

So shall they, waiting here below,
Like Thee their Lord, a little span,
In wisdom and in stature grow,
And favor with both God and man.

Verse 1

By cool Siloam’s shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!
How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of Sharon’s dewy rose!

Verse 2

Lo, such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod;
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.

Verse 3

By cool Siloam’s shady rill
The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.

Verse 4

And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man’s maturer age
Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power
And stormy passion’s rage.

Verse 5

O Thou, whose infant feet were found
Within Thy Father’s shrine,
Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned,
Were all alike Divine;

Verse 6

Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,
We seek Thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still Thine own.

Verse 1

Stand, soldier of the cross,
Thy high allegiance claim,
And vow to hold the world but loss
For thy Redeemer’s Name.

Verse 2

Arise, and be baptized,
And wash thy sins away;
Thy league with God be solemnized,
Thy faith avouched to-day.

Verse 3

No more thine own, but Christ’s,—
With all the saints of old,
Apostles, seers, evangelists,
And martyr throngs enrolled,—

Verse 4

In God’s whole armor strong,
Front hell’s embattled powers:
The warfare may be sharp and long,
The victory must be ours.

Verse 5

O bright the conqueror’s crown,
The song of triumph sweet,
When faith casts every trophy down
At our great Captain’s feet.

Verse 1

Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;
Here would I touch and handle things unseen,
Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal grace,
And all my weariness upon Thee lean.

Verse 2

Here would I feed upon the bread of God,
Here drink with Thee the royal wine of heaven;
Here would I lay aside each earthly load,
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

Verse 3

This is the hour of banquet and of song;
This is the heavenly table spread for me:
Here let me feast, and, feasting, still prolong
The brief, bright hour of fellowship with Thee.

Verse 4

I have no help but Thine, nor do I need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon:
It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;
My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.

Verse 5

Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness;
Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood;
Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace,
Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my God.

Verse 6

Feast after feast thus comes, and passes by;
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,
The Lamb’s great bridal feast of bliss and love.

Verse 1

Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs
With trembling hand that from Thy table fall,
A weary, heavy-laden sinner comes
To plead Thy promise and obey Thy call.

Verse 2

I am not worthy to be thought Thy child,
Nor sit the last and lowest at Thy board;
Too long a wanderer and too oft beguiled,
I only ask one reconciling word.

Verse 3

One word from Thee, my Lord, one smile, one look,
And I could face the cold, rough world again;
And with that treasure in my heart could brook
The wrath of devils and the scorn of men.

Verse 4

And is not mercy Thy prerogative—
Free mercy, boundless, fathomless, Divine?
Me, Lord, the chief of sinners, me forgive,
And Thine the greater glory, only Thine.

Verse 5

I hear Thy voice; Thou bid’st me come and rest;
I come, I kneel, I clasp Thy pierced feet;
Thou bid’st me take my place, a welcome guest
Among Thy saints, and of Thy banquet eat.

Verse 6

My praise can only breathe itself in prayer,
My prayer can only lose itself in Thee;
Dwell Thou for ever in my heart, and there,
Lord, let me sup with Thee; sup Thou with me.

Verse 1

By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored,
We keep the memory adored,
And show the death of our dear Lord
Until He come.

Verse 2

His body broken in our stead
Is here, in this memorial bread,
And so our feeble love is fed
Until He come.

Verse 3

The streams of His dread agony,
His life-blood shed for us, we see;
The wine shall tell the mystery
Until He come.

Verse 4

And thus that dark betrayal night
With the last advent we unite,
By one blest chain of loving rite
Until He come.

Verse 5

Until the trump of God be heard,
Until the ancient graves be stirred,
And, with the great commanding word,
The Lord shall come.

Verse 6

O blessed hope! with this elate
Let not our hearts be desolate,
But, strong in faith, in patience wait
Until He come.

Verse 1

According to Thy gracious word,
In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember Thee.

Verse 2

Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember Thee.

Verse 3

Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there Thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember Thee?

Verse 4

When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice,
I must remember Thee.

Verse 5

Remember Thee, and all Thy pains,
And all Thy love to me:
Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember Thee.

Verse 6

And when these failing lips grow dumb,
And mind and memory flee,
When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me.

Verse 1

Jesus, to Thy table led,
Now let every heart be fed
With the true and living Bread.

Verse 2

While in penitence we kneel,
Thy sweet presence let us feel,
All Thy wondrous love reveal.

Verse 3

While on Thy dear cross we gaze,
Mourning o’er our sinful ways,
Turn our sadness into praise.

Verse 4

When we taste the mystic wine,
Of Thine out-poured blood the sign,
Fill our hearts with love Divine.

Verse 5

Draw us to Thy wounded side,
Whence there flowed the healing tide;
There our sins and sorrows hide.

Verse 6

From the bonds of sin release,
Cold and wavering faith increase;
Lamb of God, grant us Thy peace.

Verse 7

Lead us by Thy piercèd hand,
Till around Thy throne we stand
In the bright and better land.

Verse 1

Bread of the world in mercy broken,
Wine of the soul in mercy shed,
By whom the words of life were spoken,
And in whose death our sins are dead:

Verse 2

Look on the heart by sorrow broken,
Look on the tears by sinners shed;
And be Thy feast to us the token
That by Thy grace our souls are fed.

Verse 1

Bread of heaven, on Thee I feed,
For Thy flesh is meat indeed:
Ever may my soul be fed
With this true and living Bread;
Day by day with strength supplied
Through the life of Him who died.

Verse 2

Vine of heaven, Thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice;
’Tis Thy wounds my healing give,
To Thy cross I look, and live:
Thou, my Life! O let me be
Rooted, grafted, built on Thee.

Verse 1

A parting hymn we sing
Around Thy table, Lord;
Again our grateful tribute bring,
Our solemn vows record.

Verse 2

Here have we seen Thy face,
And felt Thy presence here;
So may the savor of Thy grace
In word and life appear.

Verse 3

The purchase of Thy blood,
By sin no longer led,
The path our dear Redeemer trod
May we rejoicing tread.

Verse 4

In self-forgetting love
Be our communion shown,
Until we join the Church above,
And know as we are known.