A parting hymn we sing, Around thy table, Lord; Again our grateful tribute bring, Our solemn vows record.
2 Here have we seen thy face, And felt thy presence here; So may the savor of thy grace In word and life appear.
3 The purchase of thy blood-- By sin no longer led-- The path our dear Redeemer trod May we rejoicing tread.
4 In self-forgetting love Be Christian union shown, Until we join the Church above, And know as we are known.
531 S. M. Behold the Lamb of God. John 1:36.
Not all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away its stain.
2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Bears all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
4 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his dying love.
Blest feast of love divine! 'Tis grace that makes us free To feed upon this bread and wine, In memory, Lord, of thee!
2 That blood which flowed for sin, In symbol here we see, And feel the blesséd pledge within, That we are loved of thee.
3 O, if this glimpse of love Be so divinely sweet, What will it be, O Lord, above, Thy gladdening smile to meet!
4 To see thee face to face-- Thy perfect likeness wear-- And all thy ways of wondrous grace Through endless years declare!
533 8s & 7s. I will draw all men unto me. John 12:32.
It is finished! Man of Sorrows! From thy cross our frailty borrows Strength to bear and conquer thus.
2 While extended there we view thee, Mighty Sufferer! draw us to thee; Sufferer victorious!
3 Not in vain for us uplifted, Man of Sorrows, wonder-gifted! May that sacred emblem be;
4 Lifted high amid the ages, Guide of heroes, saints, and sages; May it guide us still to thee!
Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, For thy flesh is meat indeed; Ever let our souls be fed With this true and living bread.
2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice; Lord, thy wounds our healing give; To thy cross we look and live.
3 Day by day with strength supplied, Through the life of him who died, Lord of life, O let us be Rooted, grafted, built on thee.