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1 Korintus 11:24-25

Daniel 2:38

Matius 13:38-39

Matius 26:26-28

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1 Korintus 11:24-25

• [1Kor 11:24] Beneath The Form Of Outward Rite

  Beneath the forms of outward rite Thy supper, Lord, is spread In every quiet upper room Where fainting souls are fed. The bread is always consecrate Which men divide with men; And every act of brotherhood Repeats Thy feast again. The blessèd cup is only passed, True memory of Thee, When life anew pours out its wine With rich sufficiency. O Master, through these symbols shared, Thine own dear self impart, That in our daily life may flame The passion of Thy heart.

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• [1Kor 11:24] Deck Thyself, My Soul, With Gladness

  Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness, Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness; Come into the daylight’s splendor, There with joy thy praises render Unto Christ Whose grace unbounded Hath this wondrous banquet founded. Higher o’er all the heav’ns He reigneth, Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth. Hasten as a bride to meet Him And with loving reverence greet Him; For with words of life immortal Now He knocketh at thy portal. Haste to ope the gates before Him, Saying, while thou dost adore Him, Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee, And I nevermore will leave Thee. He who craves a precious treasure Neither cost nor pain will measure; But the priceless gifts of heaven God to us hath freely given. Though the wealth of earth were offered, Naught would buy the gifts here offered: Christ’s true body, for thee riven, And His blood, for thee once given. Ah, how hungers all my spirit For the love I do not merit! Oft have I, with sighs fast thronging, Thought upon this food with longing, In the battle well nigh worsted, For this cup of life have thirsted, For the Friend Who here invites us And to God Himself unites us. In my heart I find ascending Holy awe, with rapture blending, As this mystery I ponder, Filling all my soul with wonder, Bearing witness at this hour Of the greatness of God’s power; Far beyond all human telling Is the power within Him dwelling. Human reason, though it ponder, Cannot fathom this great wonder That Christ’s body e’er remaineth Though it countless souls sustaineth And that He His blood is giving With the wine we are receiving. These great mysteries unsounded Are by God alone expounded. Sun, who all my life dost brighten, Light, who dost my soul enlighten; Joy the best that any knoweth; Fount, whence all my being floweth; At Thy feet I cry, my Maker, Let me be a fit partaker Of this blessèd food from heaven, For our good, Thy glory, given. Lord, by love and mercy driven Thou hast left Thy throne in heaven On the cross for me to languish And to die in bitter anguish, To forego all joy and gladness And to shed Thy blood in sadness. By this blood redeemed and living, Lord, I praise Thee with thanksgiving. Jesus, Bread of Life, I pray Thee, Let me gladly here obey Thee. By Thy love I am invited, Be Thy love with love requited; From this supper let me measure, Lord, how vast and deep love’s treasure. Through the gifts Thou here dost give me As Thy guest in heaven receive me.

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• [1Kor 11:24] Draw Nigh And Take The Body Of The Lord

  Draw nigh and take the body of the Lord; And drink the holy blood for you outpoured. Saved by that body and that holy blood, With souls refreshed, we render thanks to God. Salvation’s Giver, Christ, the only Son, By His dear cross and blood the victory won. Offered was He for greatest and for least, Himself the Victim, and Himself the Priest. Victims were offered by the law of old, Which in a type this heavenly mystery told. He, Ransomer from death, and Light from shade, Now gives His holy grace His saints to aid. Approach ye then with faithful hearts sincere, And take the safeguard of salvation here. He, that His saints in this world rules and shields, To all believers life eternal yields. With heavenly bread makes them that hunger whole, Gives living waters to the thirsting soul, Alpha and Omega, to Whom shall bow All nations at the doom, is with us now.

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• [1Kor 11:24] Till He Come

  “Till He come,” O let the words Linger on the trembling chords, Let the “little while” between In their golden light be seen; Let us think how Heaven and home Lie beyond that, “Till He come.” When the weary ones we love Enter on their rest above, Seems the earth so poor and vast, All our life joy overcast? Hush, be every murmur dumb; It is only, “Till He come.” Clouds and conflicts round us press; Would we have one sorrow less? All the sharpness of the cross, All that tells the world is lost, Death and darkness, and the tomb, Only whisper, “Till He come.” See, the feast of love is spread, Drink the wine, and break the bread; Sweet memorials, till the Lord Calls us round His heavenly board; Some from earth, from glory some Severed only, “Till He come.”

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Matius 13:38-39

• [Mat 13:38] We Plow The Fields

  We plow the fields, and scatter the good seed on the land, But it is fed and watered by God’s almighty hand; He sends the snow in winter, the warmth to swell the grain, The breezes and the sunshine, and soft refreshing rain. Refrain All good gifts around us Are sent from heaven above, Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord For all His love. He only is the Maker of all things near and far; He paints the wayside flower, He lights the evening star; The winds and waves obey Him, by Him the birds are fed; Much more to us, His children, He gives our daily bread. Refrain We thank Thee, then, O Father, for all things bright and good, The seed time and the harvest, our life, our health, and food; No gifts have we to offer, for all Thy love imparts, But that which Thou desirest, our humble, thankful hearts. Refrain

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• [Mat 13:39] Lord Of The Harvest, Once Again

  Lord of the harvest, once again, We thank Thee for the ripened grain; For crops safe carried, sent to cheer Thy servants through another year; For all sweet holy thoughts supplied By seed time, and by harvest tide. The bare dead grain, in autumn sown, Its robe of vernal green it puts on; Glad from its wintry grave it springs, Fresh garnished by the King of kings; So, Lord, to those who sleep in Thee Shall new and glorious bodies be. Nor vainly of Thy Word we ask A lesson from the reaper’s task: So shall Thine angels issue forth: The tares be burnt; the just of earth, To wind and storm exposed no more, Be gathered to their Father’s store. Daily, O Lord, our prayers be said, As Thou hast taught, for daily bread; But not alone our bodies feed, Supply our fainting spirits’ need: O Bread of life, from day to day Be Thou their Comfort, Food, and Stay.

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• [Mat 13:39] Where Hast Thou Gleaned Today?

  Weary gleaner, whence comest thou, With empty hands and clouded brow? Plodding along thy lonely way, Tell me, where hast thou gleaned today? Late I found a barren field, The harvest past, my search revealed. Others golden sheaves had gained, Only stubble for me remained. Refrain Forth to the harvest field a-way! Gather your handfuls while you may; All day long in the field a-bide, Gleaning close by the reapers’ side. Careless gleaner, what hast thou here; These faded flow’rs and leaflets sere? Hungry and thirsty, tell me, pray, Where, oh, where hast thou gleaned today? All day long in shady bow’rs, I’ve gaily sought earth’s fairest flow’rs; Now, alas! too late I see All I’ve gathered is vanity. Refrain Burdened gleaner, thy sheaves I see; Indeed thou must aweary be! Singing along the homeward way, Glad one, where hast thou gleaned today? Stay me not, till day is done I’ve gathered handfuls one by one; Here and there for me they fall, Close by the reap’rs I’ve found them all. Refrain

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• [Mat 13:39] Winter In His Heart Of Gloom

  Winter in his heart of gloom Sings the song of coming bloom: So over death our souls shall sing ’Lays of the eternal spring. Then decay shall be no more, And, the weary seed time o’er, All the dead in Christ shall rise For the harvest of the skies. Wheresoe’er the faithful sleep Angels shall go forth to reap, From the dust and ’neath the foam They shall bring the harvest home. Bodies of the saints, whose bones Rest beneath sepulchral stones, Or are lost on every wind, All, those messengers shall find. All from earth to Heaven shall soar In that flesh which once they wore, Deathless now and glorified, Like their Lord and at His side. This is life’s eternal spring! This the coming joy we sing! Look we ever toward this day, Be it near or far away! ’Mid the sorrow and the strife ’Tis the music of our life, And the song hath this refrain— Our Redeemer comes again!

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Matius 26:26-28

• [Mat 26:26] Death Of Jesus Christ, Our Lord, The

  The death of Jesus Christ, our Lord, We celebrate with one accord; It is our comfort in distress, Our heart’s sweet joy and happiness. He blotted out with His own blood The judgment that against us stood; He full atonement for us made, And all our debt He fully paid. That this is now and ever true He gives an earnest ever new: In this His holy supper here We taste His love so sweet, so near. His Word proclaims, and we believe, That in the supper we receive His very body, as He said, His very blood for sinners shed. A precious food is this indeed— It never fails us in our need— A heavenly manna for our soul. Until we safely reach our goal. Oh, blest is each believing guest Who in this promise finds his rest; For Jesus will in love abide With those who do in Him confide. The guest that comes with true intent To turn to God and to repent, To live for Christ, to die to sin, Will thus a holy life begin. They who His Word do not believe This food unworthily receive, Salvation here will never find— May we this warning keep in mind! Help us sincerely to believe That we may worthily receive Thy supper and in Thee find rest. Amen, he who believes is blest.

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• [Mat 26:26] Thou Whom My Soul Admires Above

  Thou Whom my soul admires above All earthly joy and earthly love, Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, Where do Thy sweetest pastures grow? Where is the shadow of that rock That from the sun defends Thy flock? Fain would I feed among Thy sheep Among them rest, among them sleep. Why should Thy bride appear like one That turns aside to paths unknown? My constant feet would never rove, Would never seek another love. The footsteps of Thy flock I see; Thy sweetest pastures here they be; A wondrous feast thy love prepares, Bought with Thy wounds, and groans, and tears. His dearest flesh He makes my food, And bids me drink His richest blood: Here to these hills my soul will come, Till my Belovèd lead me home.

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