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"And ye are complete in him"
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #816 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: When is it Christians all agree Lyrics: 1 When is it Christians all agree,
And let distinctions fall?
When, nothing in themselves, they see
That Christ is all in all.
2 But strife and difference will subsist
While men will something seem;
Let them but singly look to Christ
And all are one in him.
3 The infant and the aged saint,
The worker and the weak,
They who are strong and seldom faint,
And they who scarce can speak.
4 Eternal life’s the gift of God;
It comes through Christ alone;
’Tis his, he bought it with his blood;
And therefore gives his own.
5 We have no life, no power, no faith,
But what by Christ is given;
We all deserve eternal death,
And thus we all are even.
Languages: English
"And ye are complete in him"
And now the work is done
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #817 (1844) Lyrics: 1 And now the work is done,
Without much pains or cost;
The author’s merit’s none,
And therefore none his boast;
He only claims whate’er’s amiss;
Alas! how large a share is his!
2 Some time it took to beat
And hunt for tinkling sound;
But the rich savoury meat
Was very quickly found;
For every truly Christian thought
Was by the God of Isaac brought.
3 May he that sings or reads
That precious blessing know
That comes by Jacob’s kids,
And not from Esau’s bow.
O bring no price! God’s grace is free
To Paul, to Magdalene, to me!
4 Glory to God alone
(Let man forbear to boast),
To Father, and to Son,
And to the Holy Ghost:
Eternal life’s the gift of God;
The Lamb procured it by his blood. Scripture: Genesis 27:20 Languages: English
And now the work is done
For the Lord's Supper
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #818 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The King of heaven a feast has made Lyrics: 1 The King of heaven a feast has made,
And to his much-loved friends,
The faint, the famished, and the sad,
This invitation sends:
2 “Beggars, approach my royal board,
Furnished with all that’s good;
Come, sit at table with your Lord,
And eat celestial food.
3 “My body and my blood receive,
It comes entirely free;
I ask no price for all I give,
But O remember Me!”
4 Lo, at thy gracious bidding, Lord,
Though vile and base, we come;
O speak the reconciling word,
And welcome wanderers home.
5 [Rich wine, and milk, and heavenly meat,
We come to buy and live;
Since nothing is the price that’s set,
And we have nought to give.]
6 Impart to all thy flock below
The blessings of thy death.
On every begging soul bestow
Thy love, thy hope, thy faith.
7 May each, with strength from heaven endued,
Say, “My Beloved’s mine:
I eat his flesh, and drink his blood,
In signs of bread and wine.”
Languages: English
For the Lord's Supper
For the Lord's Supper
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #819 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: This is the day the lord has made Lyrics: 1 This is the day the Lord has made;
Rejoice, my friends, to see
His royal table richly spread
For such vile worms as we.
2 Ye beggars, from your dunghills rise,
Cast off your rags of shame;
Open, ye blind, your long-closed eyes,
And leap for you, ye lame.
3 Come, and with regal robes be clad,
All at the cost of Christ;
Come, every one a king be made,
And everyone a priest.
4 Welcome, poor sinner, welcome here;
Leave all thy cares behind;
Dismiss thy doubt, cast off thy fear,
Give reasonings to the wind.
5 Believe thy God, believe his word,
His Spirit, and his Son;
Only believe thy dying Lord,
And all the work is done.
6 Come, eat his flesh and drink his blood,
Make all his merits thine,
Sure as thy body lives on food,
And feels the strength of wine.
Languages: English
For the Lord's Supper
For the Lord's Supper
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #820 (1844) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Glory to God on high Lyrics: 1 Glory to God on high!
Our peace is made with heaven;
The Son of God came down to die,
That sin might be forgiven.
2 His precious blood was shed,
His body bruised for sin;
Remember this in eating bread,
And that in drinking wine.
3 Approach his royal board,
In his rich garments clad;
Join, every tongue, to praise the Lord,
And every heart be glad.
4 [The Father gives the Son;
The Son his flesh and blood;
The Spirit applies, and faith puts on,
The righteousness of God.]
5 Sinners the gift receive,
And each says, “I am chief;
Thou know’st, O Lord, I would believe;
O help my unbelief!”
6 Lord, help us from above;
The power is all thy own;
Faith is thy gift, and hope, and love,
For of ourselves we’ve none.
Languages: English
For the Lord's Supper
For the Lord's Supper
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #821 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Father of heaven, almighty King Lyrics: 1 Father of heaven, almighty King,
How wondrous is thy love,
That worms of dust thy praise should sing,
And thou their songs approve!
2 [Since by a new and living Way
Access to thee is given,
Poor sinners may with boldness pray,
And earth converse with heaven.]
3 Give each some token, Lord, for good,
And send the Spirit down,
To feed us with celestial food,
The body of thy Son.
4 The feast thou hast been pleased to make
We would by faith receive,
That all that come their part may take,
And all that take may live.
5 Let every tongue the Father own,
Who, when we all were lost,
To seek and save us sent the Son,
And gives the Holy Ghost. Languages: English
For the Lord's Supper
For the Lord's Supper
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #822 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The blest memorials of thy grief Lyrics: 1 The blest memorials of thy grief,
Thy sufferings, and thy death,
We come, dear Saviour, to receive;
But would receive by faith.
2 The tokens sent us to relieve
Our spirits when they droop,
We come, dear Saviour, to receive;
But would receive with hope.
3 The pledges thou wast pleased to leave,
Our mournful minds to move,
We come, dear Saviour, to receive;
But would receive with love.
4 Here, in obedience to thy word,
We take the bread and wine,
The utmost we can do, dear Lord,
For all beyond is thine.
5 Increase our faith, and hope, and love;
Lord, give us all that’s good;
We would thy full salvation prove,
And share thy flesh and blood. Languages: English
For the Lord's Supper
For the Lord's Supper
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #823 (1844) Meter: 7.6.8 First Line: Hail, thou Bridegroom, bruised to death Lyrics: 1 Hail, thou Bridegroom, bruised to death,
Who hast the wine-press trod
Of the Almighty’s burning wrath!
Hail, slaughtered Lamb of God;
Melt our hearts with love like thine,
While we behold thee on the tree,
Sweetly mourning o’er each sign,
In memory of thee.
2 Hail, thou mighty Saviour, blest
Before the world began
In the eternal Father’s breast,
Hail, Son of God and man!
Thee we hymn in humble strains;
And to receive we now agree,
These blest symbols of thy pains,
In memory of thee.
3 Break, O break these hearts of stone,
By some endearing word.
Jesus, come! May every one
Behold his suffering Lord.
The Holy Ghost into us breathe;
Help us to take, from doubtings free,
These dear tokens of thy death
In memory of thee.
4 [Thou, our great Melchisedec,
Bring’st forth thy bread and wine;
Thou hast wrought out, for our sake,
A righteousness divine.
Send thy blessing from above,
When worms partake, such worms as we,
These rich pledges of thy love,
In memory of thee.] Languages: English
For the Lord's Supper
For the Lord's Supper
Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #824 (1844) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Oh! that our flinty hearts would melt Lyrics: 1 Oh! that our flinty hearts could melt,
While to remembrance, Lord, we call
Part of that weight which thou hast felt;
For who can comprehend it all?
2 Ye sinners, while these symbols dear
Present your suffering Lord to view,
Drop the soft tribute of a tear,
For he shed many a tear for you.
3 In the sad garden, on the wood,
His body bruised, from every part
Poured on the ground a purple flood,
Till sorrow broke his tender heart.
4 Lord, while we thus show forth thy death,
O send thy Spirit from above;
Help us to feed on thee by faith,
And sigh, and sing, and mourn, and love. Languages: English
For the Lord's Supper
For the Lord's Supper
Author: J. Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #825 (1844) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, send thy Spirit down Lyrics: 1 Lord, send thy Spirit down
On babes that long to learn;
Open our eyes, and make us wise,
Thy body to discern.
2 ’Tis by thy word we live,
And not by bread alone;
The word of truth from thy blest mouth,
O make it clearly known.
3 With what we have received
Impart thy quickening power;
We would be fed with living bread,
And live for evermore. Languages: English
For the Lord's Supper
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