4 Then in his hands the cup he raised, And God anew he thanked and praised; While kindness in his bosom glowed, And from his lips salvation flowed.
5 My blood I thus pour forth, he cries, To cleanse the soul in sin that lies; In this the covenant is sealed, And heaven's eternal grace revealed.
6 This cup is fraught with love to men; Let all partake who love my name; Through latest ages let it pour In memory of my dying hour.
Away from earth my spirit turns-- Away from every transient good: With strong desire my bosom burns To feast on heaven's diviner food.
2 Thou, Saviour, art the living bread; Thou wilt my every want supply; By thee sustained, and cheered, and led, I'll press through dangers to the sky.
3 What though temptations oft distress, And sin assails, and breaks my peace; Thou wilt uphold, and save, and bless, And bid the storms of passion cease.
4 Then let me take thy gracious hand, And walk beside thee onward still; Till my glad feet shall safely stand Forever firm on Zion's hill.
519 C. M. They came together to break bread. Acts 20:7.
Lord, may the spirit of this feast-- The earnest of thy love-- Maintain a dwelling in our breast Until we meet above.
2 The healing sense of pardoned sin, The hope that never tires, The strength a pilgrim's race to win, The joy that heaven inspires:
3 Still may their light our duties trace In lines of hallowed flame, Like that upon the prophet's face, When from the mount he came.
4 But if no more with kindred dear The broken bread we share, Nor at the banquet board appear To breathe the grateful prayer;
5 Forget us not--when on the bed Of dire disease we waste, Or to the chambers of the dead, And bar of judgment haste.
6 Forget not--thou who bore the woe Of Calvary's fatal tree-- Those who within these courts below Have thus remembered thee.
If human kindness meets return, And owns the grateful tie-- If tender thoughts within us burn To feel a friend is nigh;
2 O, shall not warmer accents tell The gratitude we owe To him who died our fears to quell, And save from endless woe?
3 While yet his anguished soul surveyed Those pangs he would not flee, What love his latest words displayed-- "Meet and remember me."
4 Remember thee! thy death, thy shame, The griefs which thou didst bear! O memory, leave no other name But His recorded there.