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I | This feast was Jesus' high behest | | | | | | | |
II | When, on the midnight of the East | | | | | | | |
III | And hast thou, Lord, to sinners given | | | | | | | |
IV | Break ye the bread, and pour the wine | | | | | | | |
V | The winds are hushed:--the peaceful moon | | | | | | | |
VI | If it may be, O let this cup | | | | | | | |
VII | O'er Kedron's stream, and Salem's height | | | | | | | |
VIII | There's something sweet in scenes of gloom | | | | | | | |
IX | Had Jesus left his scatter'd fold | | | | | | | |
X | When Asia's mighty conqueror died | | | | | | | |
XI | Our Father! we approach thy board | | | | | | | |
XII | His hour had come!--and darkness roll'd | | | | | | | |
XIII | Art thou unhappy?--in thy grief | | | | | | | |
XIV | On the dreadful moments roll | | | | | | | |
XV | My God, the mighty work is done | | | | | | | |
XVI | Thy majesty, O God, appears | | | | | | | |
XVII | Thy mercies, O eternal Sire | | | | | | | |
XVIII | Yes, to that last command | | | | | | | |
XIX | We sing thy mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
XX | O God, accept the sacred hour | | | | | | | |
XXI | Amazing love! that stooped so low | | | | | | | |
XXII | Great God! the covenant now is sealed | | | | | | | |
XXIII | How glorious is this holy place | | | | | | | |
XXIV | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
XXV | Father, we wait to feel thy grace | | | | | | | |
XXVI | Behold, O Lord, thy servants all | | | | | | | |
XXVII | How pleasant the repast | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | Jesus, the friend of man | | | | | | | |
XXIX | Lord, we adore thy boundless grace | | | | | | | |
XXX | Lord, let thy kingdom come! | | | | | | | |
XXXI | Lord, we thy invitation hear | | | | | | | |
XXXII | O God, to whom the angels raise | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | O hearken to the Spirit's call | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | The King of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
XXXV | "This do in memory of your friend" | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | This supper to partake | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | Thus we commemorate the day | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | "'Tis finished!"-- So the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | To God, of every good the spring | | | | | | | |
XL | 'Twas on that dark and doleful night | | | | | | | |
XLI | With warm affection let us view | | | | | | | |
XLII | Come, and before we bid adieu | | | | | | | |
XLIII | Ye followers of the Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
XLIV | Now let each happy guest | | | | | | | |
XLV | Lord, at thy table we attend | | | | | | | |
XLVI | O Father, may thy grace descend | | | | | | | |
XLVII | To these provisions of our board | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]