All the fee - ble

gently lead-ing, While the lambs Thy bos-om share;
There, we know Thy word be- liev - ing, On ly there se - cure from harm.
Let Thy ten-der - ness, so loving, Keep them thro' life's dangerous way.
Feed in pas-tures ev
vernal, Drink the rivers

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of Thy grace. A-men.

By. EDWARD H. BICKERSTETH, 1870

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BUCKLANDS S. M.

GEORGE H. LOUD, 1909

1. Stand, soldier of

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2.

3.

the cross, Thy high al- le-giance claim, And vow to A rise, and be bap-tized, And wash thy sins a- way; The league with No more thine own, but Christ's;With all the saints of old, Apostles,

*This beautiful hymn from the third book of Clement of Alexander, is said to be the earliest known hymn of the Primitive Church (about A. D. 200)

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To feed up on this Bread and Wine, In mem- 'ry, Lord, of Thee.
The secrets of Thy Father's breast, And all Thy grace dis-cern.
The sweetness of the Bread of life, The fulness of Thy love.
And feel the bless-ed pledge with-in, That we are loved of Thee.

A-men.

6 To see Thee face to face,

Thy perfect likeness wear,

And all Thy ways of wondrous grace
Through endless years declare.

When ev'ry hum- ble, con-trite heart Is made a
cup in tok · en
thus antic

The
And

wel-come guest. of His blood, That was for sin-ners shed. i-pate by faith The heav'nly feast above. A-men.

This will I do, my dying Lord, I will re- mem- ber
Thy cup of bless-ing I will take, And thus re- mem- ber
Thine ag
ny and blood -y sweat, And not re- mem- ber
O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, I must re- mem- ber

Thee.
Thee.
Thee.

Thee. A-men.

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5 Remember Thee, and all Thy pains,
And all Thy love to me;

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember Thee.

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee,

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When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me.

of the soul in

mer cy shed, sinners shed;

I. Bread of the world in mercy bro-ken, Wine
2. Look on the heart by sor - row bro-ken, Look on the tears by

By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whose death our sins are dead;
And be Thy feast to us the

tok-en That by Thy grace our souls are fed. A-men.

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