C. M. D.

7s, 61.

VIII.

Tune 590.

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

To keep thy feast, Lord, are we met,
And to remember thee;

Help each poor sinner to repeat,
For me he died, for me.

Thy sufferings, Lord, each sacred sign
To our remembrance brings;
We feed upon thy love divine,
Forget all earthly things;
O tune our voices, and inflame
Our hearts with love to thee;
That each may gratefully proclaim,
The Saviour died for me.

PRAYER.

Tune 185, last part.

Say, "My peace I leave with you:
Amen, Amen, be it so.

Hither each afflicted soul

Tune 581.

May repair, though filled with grief;
To the sick, not to the whole,
The physician brings relief:
Fear not, therefore, but draw nigh,
Christ will all your wants supply.

All standing, the Minister shall consecrate the bread, saying:

Our Lord Jesus Christ, the same night in which he was betrayed, took bread, and, when he had given thanks, he brake it, and gave it to his disciples and said: Take, eat; this is my body which is given for you. This do in remembrance of me.

L. M. D.

Yes, Lord, we will remember thee,
We'll ne'er forget thy love divine;
Thy cross we 'll ever bear in mind,

Tune 166.

Which made thee ours, and made us thine:

We thus commemorate thy death,
Till thou shalt once again appear;
Meanwhile remember, gracious Lord,
Us thy unworthy followers here.

10s & 7s.

Tune 185.

Thou thy table spreadest for the needy,
Who may feast and take their fill;
Thou to grant thy heavenly gifts art ready,
And thy goodness to reveal:

Soul and body in this rich fruition

Gain from thee, the Bread of life, nutrition;
And we as thy flesh and bone,

C. M.

P. M.

L. M.

Lord, with thee are render'd one.

Lord, how divine thy comforts are!
How heavenly is the place,
Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast
Of his redeeming grace!

There the rich bounties of our God,
And heavenly glories shine:
There Jesus saith, that I am his,
And my Beloved's mine.

Tune 14.

Tune 82.

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.

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.

Thy love and mercies all exceed ;
The more I on these dainties feed,
The more my eager soul is bent
To live but in this element.

Tune 22

Blest Jesus, what delicious fare,
How sweet thy entertainments are;
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.

When the bread has been distributed, the communicants shall rise and the Minister shall say:

Our Lord Jesus Christ said, Take, eat; this is my body which is given for you.

S. M.

SILENT PRAYER.

My Saviour's piercéd side
Poured forth a double flood;
By water we are purified,
And pardoned by his blood:

Look up, my soul, to him,

Tune 582.

Whose death was thy desert,
And humbly view the living stream
Flow from his wounded heart.

All standing, the Minister shall consecrate the wine, saying:

After the same manner also our Lord Jesus Christ took the cup, when he had supped, gave thanks, and gave it to his disciples, saying: Drink ye all of it; this is my blood, the blood of the New Testament, which is shed for you and for many, for the remission of sins. This do ye, as oft as ye drink it, in remembrance of me. 8s & 7s. Tune 16.

O what would be my condition,

Did not Jesus stand my friend!
But his faithful love and mercy
Keep me from all danger screened.
Doth howe'er in my frail nature
Something stir that is not good,
And might to my soul prove hurtful,
Straight I turn to Jesus' blood;
Straight to Jesus' wounds and bruises,
With believing confidence:
Thus I always can find shelter

From sin's baneful influence.

Lamb of God, display the virtue
Of thy sanctifying blood;
Overstream with life and blessing
Us poor sinners 'fore thee bowed.

7s.

7s, 8s & 7s.

L. M.

All the bliss which we possess
Is derived from Jesus' cross;
He to God hath by his blood

Reconciled and savéd us:
Now his righteousness is found
Our salvation's only ground:
Hence all our felicity

Springs, here and eternally.

Tune 205.

Tune 83.

More than shepherd's faithfulness
To his flock our Saviour showeth;
From the treasures of his grace

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

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.

Tune 22.

Happy, thrice happy hour of grace!
I've seen by faith my Saviour's face;
He did himself to me impart,
And made a covenant with my heart.
Ah, might in my behavior shine
The power of Jesus' love divine,
His conflict and his victory,
His seeking and finding me.

12s & 11s.

Tune 39.

O that we with gladness of spirit for ever
Adored and praised our crucified Saviour;
O might each pulsation thanksgiving express,
And each breath we draw be an anthem of praise.

The communicants shall give the right hand of fellowship while the following lines are sung:

The Lamb who by blood our salvation obtained, Took on him our curse, and death freely sustainéd, Is worthy of praises, let with one accord

All people say, Amen, O praise ye the Lord.

BENEDICTION.

10s & 7s.

IX.

Tune 185.

Jesus, great high-priest of our profession,
We in confidence draw near;
Condescend, in mercy, the confession
Of our grateful hearts to hear:
Thee we gladly own in every nation,
Head and Master of thy congregation,
Conscious that in every place
Thou dispensest life and grace.

PRAYER.

The communicants shall give the right hand of fellowship while the following lines are sung:

P. M.

Tune 185, last part.

Say, "My peace I leave with you:"
Amen, Amen, be it so.

Lord Jesus, who before thy passion,
Distressed and sorrowful to death,
To us the fruits of thy oblation

Tune 107.

In thy last supper didst bequeath;
Accept our praise, thou bounteous giver
Of life to every true believer.

All standing, the Minister shall consecrate the bread, saying:

Our Lord Jesus Christ, the same night in which he was betrayed, took bread, and, when he had given thanks, he brake it, and gave it to his disciples and said: Take, eat; this is my body which is given for you. This do in remembrance of me.

L. M.

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,

Tune 22.

And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord! that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.