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Matius 26:26-28

Markus 14:22-24

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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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Markus 14:22-24

• [Mrk 14:22] Thy Table I Approach

  Thy table I approach, Dear Savior, hear my prayer; Oh, let no unrepented sin Prove hurtful to me there! Lo, I confess my sins And mourn their wretched bands; A contrite heart is sure to find Forgiveness at Thy hands. Thy body and Thy blood, Once slain and shed for me, Are taken here with mouth and soul, In blest reality. Search not how this takes place, This wondrous mystery; God can accomplish vastly more Than seemeth plain to Thee. Vouchsafe, O blessèd Lord, That earth and hell combined May ne’er about this sacrament Raise doubt within my mind. Oh, may I never fail To thank Thee day and night For Thy true body and true blood O God, my Peace and Light!

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Lukas 22:19-20

• [Luk 22:19] According To Thy Gracious Word

  According to Thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember Thee. Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from Heaven shall be; The testamental cup I take, And thus remember Thee. Gethsemane can I forget? Or there Thy conflict see, Thine agony, and bloody sweat, And not remember Thee? When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, I must remember Thee; Remember Thee, and all Thy pains And all Thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember Thee. And when these failing lips grow dumb And mind and memory flee, When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, Jesus, remember me.

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• [Luk 22:19] Because Thou Hast Said

  Because Thou hast said, “Do this for My sake,” The mystical bread we gladly partake; We thirst for the Spirit that flows from above, And long to inherit Thy fullness of love. ’Tis here we look up and grasp at Thy mind, ’Tis here that we hope Thine image to find; The means of bestowing Thy gifts we embrace; But all things are owing to Jesus’ grace.
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• [Luk 22:19] Do This; Remember Me!

  Our Lord and His disciples at table were as one, And Jesus thought of the morrow, His work here nearly done. With one last night together, they knew not what would be, But Jesus had one final word: “Do This; Remember Me!” Thanksgiving to the Father, an ancient feast made new. Christ said, “This is My body, My body giv’n for you.” The holy bread was broken and shared with Jesus’ plea That His words not be forgotten: “Do This; Remember Me!” He took the cup of blessing, the blood of Jesus shed That all might know forgiveness, received when Jesus bled. Salvation now available to all on bended knee Who repent and follow His command: “Do This; Remember Me!” Yes, Christ’s command continues to all who serve His Name To go and make disciples, that all would sing His fame. And gathered at one table His holy church shall see Our Master is still calling: “Do This; Remember Me!”

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• [Luk 22:19] For The Bread, Which Thou Hast Broken

  For the bread, which Thou hast broken; For the wine, which Thou hast poured; For the words, which Thou hast spoken— Now we give Thee thanks, O Lord. By this pledge that Thou dost love us, By Thy gift of peace restored, By Thy call to Heaven above us, Hallow all our lives, O Lord. With our sainted ones in glory, Seated at our Father’s board, May the Church that waiteth for Thee Keep love’s tie unbroken, Lord. In Thy service, Lord, defend us, In our hearts keep watch and ward; In the world where Thou dost send us Let Thy kingdom come, O Lord.

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• [Luk 22:19] How Happy Are Thy Servants, Lord

  How happy are Thy servants, Lord, Who thus remember Thee! What tongue can tell our sweet accord, Our perfect harmony? Who Thy mysterious supper share, Here at Thy table fed, Many, and yet but one we are, One undivided bread. One with the living bread divine Which now by faith we eat, Our hearts and minds and spirits join, And all in Jesus meet. So dear the tie where souls agree In Jesus’ dying love! Then only can it closer be, When all are joined above.

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• [Luk 22:19] If Human Kindness Meets Return

  If human kindness meets return, And owns the grateful tie; If tender thoughts within us burn To feel a friend is nigh; O shall not warmer accents tell The gratitude we owe To Him Who died, our fears to quell, Our more than orphan’s woe! While yet His anguished soul surveyed Those pangs he would not flee, What love His latest words displayed, “Meet and remember me!” Remember Thee! Thy death, Thy shame Our sinful hearts to share! O memory, leave no other name But His recorded there.

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• [Luk 22:19] Jesus, Master, Hear Me Now

  Jesus, Master, hear me now, While I would renew my vow, And record Thy dying love; Hear, and help me from above. Feed me, Savior, with this bread, Broken in Thy body’s stead; Cheer my spirit with this wine, Streaming like that blood of Thine. And as now I eat and drink, Let me truly, sweetly think, Thou didst hang upon the tree, Broken, bleeding, there—for me.
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• [Luk 22:19] Now The Silence

  Now the silence, now the peace, Now the empty hands uplifted; Now the kneeling, now the plea, Now the Father’s arms in welcome; Now the hearing, now the power, Now the vessel brimmed for pouring; Now the body, now the blood, Now the joyful celebration; Now the wedding, now the songs, Now the heart forgiven, leaping; Now the Spirit’s visitation, Now the Son’s epiphany; Now the Father’s blessing, Now, now, now.

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• [Luk 22:19] Sing, My Tongue, The Savior’s Glory

  Sing, my tongue, the Savior’s glory, Of His flesh the mystery sing, Of the blood, all price exceeding, Shed by our immortal King, Destined, for the world’s redemption, From a noble womb to spring. Of a pure and spotless virgin, Born for us, His love to show, He, as man, with man conversing, Stayed, the seeds of truth to sow; Then He closed in wondrous fashion, This His life on earth below. On the night of that Last Supper, Seated with His chosen band, He, the paschal victim eating, First fulfills the law’s command; Then as food to all His brethren Gives Himself with His own hand. Christ, the Word made Flesh, by speaking, Earthly bread to flesh He turns; Wine becomes His blood so precious— Unconceived in human terms! Hearts sincere perceive this marvel; Faith its lessons quickly learns. Down in adoration falling, This great sacrament we hail; Over ancient forms of worship Newer rites of grace prevail; Faith tells us that Christ is present When our human senses fail. To the everlasting Father, And the Son Who made us free, And the Spirit, God proceeding, From them each eternally, Be salvation, honor, blessing, Might and endless majesty.

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• [Luk 22:19] Sweet Feast Of Love Divine

  Sweet feast of love divine! ’Tis grace that makes us free To feed upon this bread and wine, In memory, Lord, of Thee. Here every welcome guest Waits, Lord, from Thee to learn The secrets of Thy Father’s breast, And all Thy grace discern. Here conscience ends its strife, And faith delights to prove The sweetness of the bread of life, The fullness of Thy love. Thy blood that flowed for sin, In symbol here we see, And feel the blessèd pledge within, That we are loved of Thee. But if this glimpse of love Is so divinely sweet, What will it be, O Lord, above, Thy gladdening smile to meet— To see Thee face to face, Thy perfect likeness wear, And all Thy ways of wondrous grace Through endless years declare!

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