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THE LORD'S SUPPER.
Help each poor trembler to repeat,
‘The Saviour died for me.’
3 Thy sufferings, Lord, each sacred sign
To our remembrance brings ;
We eat the bread and drink the wine,
But think on nobler things.
4 O tune our tongues, and put in frame
Each heart that pants for thee,
To sing, ‘ Hosanna to the Lamb,
The Lamb that died for me.’
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Viewing the cross by faith.
1 | ORD, how divine thy comforts are 1
L* How heavenly is the place
Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast
Of his redeeming grace !
2 Our humble faith here takes its rise,
While sitting round his board,
And back to Calvary it flies,
To view its groaning Lord.
3 His soul, what agonies it felt,
When his own God withdrew,
And the large load of all our guilt
Lay heavy on him too !
4‘ Here,’ says the kind redeeming Lord,
And shows his wounded side,
‘See here the spring of all your joys,
That opened when I died.’
5 He smiles and cheers my mournful heart,
And tells of all his pains:
‘ All this,’ says he, ‘ I bore for thee,’
And then he smiles again.
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