Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake

A hearty welcome here receive;

May we together now partake

The joys which only he can give.

2 May he, by whose kind care we meet,

Send his good spirit from above;

Make our communications sweet,

And cause our hearts to burn with love.

3 Forgotten be each worldly theme,

When Christians meet together thus;

We only wish to speak of him

Who lived, and died, and reigns for us.

4 We’ll talk of all he did, and said,

And suffered for us here below;

The path he marked for us to tread,

And what he’s doing for us now.

5 Thus—as the moments pass away—

We’ll love, and wonder, and adore;

And hasten on the glorious day

When we shall meet to part no more.

Come in, thou blesséd of our God,

In Jesus’ name we bid thee come;

No more thy feet shall roam abroad,

Henceforth a brother—welcome home.

2 Those joys which earth can not afford,

We’ll seek in fellowship to prove,

Joined in one spirit to our Lord,

Together bound by mutual love.

3 And while we pass this vale of tears

We’ll make our joys and sorrows known;

We’ll share each other’s hopes and fears,

And count a brother’s cares our own.

4 Once more our welcome we repeat,

Receive assurance of our love;

O may we all together meet

Around the throne of God above.

How blest the sacred tie that binds,

In sweet communion, kindred minds!

How swift the heavenly course they run,

Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are one!

2 To each the soul of each how dear!

What tender love, what holy fear!

How doth the generous flame within

Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin!

3 Their streaming eyes together flow

For human guilt and mortal woe;

Their ardent prayers together rise

Like mingling flames in sacrifice.

4 Nor shall the glowing flame expire,

When dimly burns frail nature’s fire;

Then shall they meet in realms above,

A heaven of joy, a heaven of love.

Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,

And nobler speech than angels use,

If love be absent, I am found,

Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.

2 Were I inspired to preach and tell

All that is done in heaven and hell—

Or could my faith the world remove—

Still I am nothing without love.

3 Should I distribute all my store

To feed the hungry, clothe the poor—

Or give my body to the flame,

To gain a martyr’s glorious name—

4 If love to God and love to men

Be absent, all my hopes are vain;

Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal,

The work of love can e’er fulfill.

Come, you that love the Lord indeed,

Who are from sin and bondage freed,

Submit to all the ways of God,

And walk the narrow, happy road.

CHORUS.

We’re all united heart and hand,

Joined in one band completely;

We’re marching through Immanuel’s land,

Where waters flow most sweetly.

2 Great tribulation you shall meet,

But soon shall walk the golden street;

Though hell may rage and vent its spite,

Yet Christ will save his heart’s delight.

3 That happy day will soon appear

When Michael’s trumpet you shall hear

Sound through the earth—yea, down to hell,

And call the nations, great and small.

4 Behold the righteous marching home,

And all the angels bid them come,

While Christ the Judge these words proclaims,

“Here come my saints—I own their names!”

5 “You everlasting gates, fly wide,

Make ready to receive my bride;

You harps of heaven, now sound aloud,

Here come the ransomed by my blood!”

6 In grandeur see the royal line,

In glittering robes the sun outshine!

See saints and angels join in one,

And march in splendor to the throne.

7 They stand, and wonder, and look on:

They join in one eternal song,

Their great Redeemer to admire,

While rapture sets their souls on fire.

Jesus, thou Shepherd of the sheep,

Thy little flock in safety keep;

These lambs within thine arms now take,

Nor let them e’er thy fold forsake.

2 Secure them from the scorching beam,

And lead them to the living stream;

In verdant pastures let them lie,

And watch them with a shepherd’s eye!

3 O, teach them to discern thy voice,

And in its sacred sound rejoice!

From strangers may they ever flee,

And know no other guide but thee.

4 Lord, bring thy sheep that wander yet,

And let their number be complete;

Then let the flock from earth remove,

And reach the heavenly fold above.

Lord, bless thy saints assembled here,

In solemn covenant now to join;

Unite them in thy holy fear,

And in thy love their hearts combine.

2 O give this church a large increase

Of such as thou wilt own and bless;

Lord, fill their hearts with joy and peace,

And clothe them with thy righteousness.

3 Make her a garden walled with grace,

A temple built for God below,

Where thy blest saints may see thy face;

And fruits of thy blessed Spirit grow.

Still one in life and one in death,

One in our hope of rest above;

One in our joy, our trust, our faith,

One in each other’s faithful love,

2 Yet must we part, and, parting, weep;

What else has earth for us in store?

Our farewell pangs, how sharp and deep!

But soon we’ll meet to part no more.

My Christian friends in bonds of love,

Whose hearts the sweetest union prove;

Your friendship’s like the strongest band,

Yet we must take the parting hand.

2 Your presence sweet, our union dear,

What joys we feel together here!

And when I see that we must part,

You draw like chords around my heart.

3 How sweet the hours have passed away,

Since we have met to sing and pray;

How loath are we to leave the place

Where Jesus shows his smiling face!

4 O could I stay with friends so kind,

How would it cheer my fainting mind!

But pilgrims in a foreign land,

We oft must take the parting hand.

5 My Christian friends, both old and young,

I trust you will in Christ go on;

Press on, and soon you’ll win the prize—

A crown of glory in the skies.

6 A few more days, or years at most,

And we shall reach fair Canaan’s coast:

When, in that holy, happy land,

We’ll take no more the parting hand.

7 O blesséd day! O glorious hope!

My soul rejoices at the thought,

When, in that holy, happy land,

We’ll take no more the parting hand.

Go on, you pilgrims, while below,

In the sure path of peace,

Determined nothing else to know

But Jesus and his grace.

2 Observe your leader, follow him;

He through this world has been

Often reviled; but like a lamb

Did ne’er revile again.

3 O! take the pattern he has given,

And love your enemies;

And learn the only way to heaven

Through self-denial lies.

4 Remember, you must watch and pray

While journeying on the road,

Lest you should fall out by the way,

And wound the cause of God.

5 Go on rejoicing night and day;

Your crown is yet before,

Defy the trials of the way,

The storm will soon be o’er.

6 Soon we shall reach the promised land,

With all the ransomed race,

And join with all the glorious band,

To sing redeeming grace.

Planted in Christ, the living vine,

This day, with one accord,

Ourselves, with humble faith and joy,

We yield to thee, O Lord.

2 Joined in one body may we be;

One inward life partake;

One be our heart; one heavenly hope

In every bosom wake.

3 In prayer, in effort, tears, and toils,

One wisdom be our guide;

Taught by one Spirit from above,

In thee may we abide.

4 Around this feeble, trusting band,

Thy sheltering pinions spread,

Nor let the storms of trial beat

Too fiercely on our head.

5 Then, when, among the saints in light,

Our joyful spirits shine,

Shall anthems of immortal praise,

O Lamb of God, be thine.

Blessed be the dear uniting love,

That will not let us part;

Our bodies may far off remove—

We still are one in heart.

2 Joined in one Spirit to our Head,

Where he appoints, we go;

And still in Jesus’ footsteps tread,

And show his praise below.

3 Partakers of the Saviour’s grace,

The same in mind and heart;

Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place,

Nor life, nor death, can part.

Ye men and angels, witness now—

Before the Lord we speak,

To him we make our solemn vow—

A vow we dare not break:

2 That, long as life itself shall last,

Ourselves to Christ we yield;

Nor from his cause will we depart,

Or ever quit the field.

3 We trust not in our native strength,

But on his grace rely;

May he, with our returning wants,

All needful aid supply.

4 O, guide our doubtful feet aright,

And keep us in thy ways;

And, while we turn our vows to prayers,

Turn thou our prayers to praise.

Think gently of the erring one!

O, let us not forget,

However darkly stained by sin,

He is our brother yet.

2 Heir of the same inheritance,

Child of the self-same God,

He hath but stumbled in the path

We have in weakness trod.

3 Speak gently to the erring ones!

We yet may lead them back,

With holy words and tones of love,

From misery’s thorny track.

4 Forget not, brother, thou hast sinned,

And sinful yet may be;

Deal gently with the erring heart,

As God hath dealt with thee.

Happy the souls to Jesus joined,

And made in spirit one:

Walking in all his ways, they find

Their heaven on earth begun.

2 The church triumphant in thy love,

Their mighty joys we know;

They sing the Lamb in hymns above,

And we in hymns below.

3 Thee in thy glorious realm they praise,

And bow before thy throne;

We in the kingdom of thy grace;

The kingdoms are but one.

4 The holy to the holiest leads;

To heaven our spirits rise;

And he that in thy statutes treads,

Shall meet thee in the skies.

O happy they who know the Lord,

With whom he deigns to dwell!

He feeds and cheers them by his word,

His arm supports them well.

2 To them, in each distressing hour,

His throne of grace is near;

And when they plead his love and power,

He stands engaged to hear.

3 His presence sweetens all our cares,

And makes our burdens light;

A word from him dispels our fears,

And gilds the gloom of night.

4 Lord, we expect to suffer here,

Nor would we dare repine;

But give us still to find thee near,

And own us still for thine.

5 Let us enjoy and highly prize

These tokens of thy love,

Till thou shalt bid our spirits rise

To worship thee above.

How sweet, how heavenly is the sight,

When those that love the Lord,

In one another’s peace delight,

And so fulfill the word.

2 When each can feel his brother’s sigh,

And with him bear a part;

When sorrow flows from eye to eye,

And joy from heart to heart:

3 When free from envy, scorn, and pride,

Our wishes all above,

Each can his brother’s failing hide,

And show a brother’s love:

4 When love in one delightful stream

Through every bosom flows,

When union sweet and dear esteem

In every action glows.

5 Love is the golden chain that binds,

The happy souls above,

And he’s an heir of heaven that finds

His bosom glow with love.

Come, let us join our friends above,

Who have obtained the prize,

And on the eagle wings of love,

To joy celestial rise.

2 Let saints below in concert sing

With those to glory gone;

For all the servants of our King,

In heaven and earth are one:

3 One family—we dwell in him;

One church—above, beneath;

Though now divided by the stream—

The narrow stream of death.

4 One army of the living God,

To his command we bow;

Part of the host have crossed the flood,

And part are crossing now.

5 Even now to their eternal home

Some happy spirits fly;

And we are to the margin come,

Expecting soon to die!

6 Dear Saviour! be our constant guide;

Then, when the word is given,

Bid Jordan’s narrow stream divide,

And land us safe in heaven.

Blest be the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love;

The fellowship of kindred minds

Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father’s throne

We pour our ardent prayers;

Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one,

Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes,

Our mutual burdens bear;

And often for each other flows

The sympathizing tear.

4 Though often called to part,

Amid these scenes of pain;

Yet, we shall still be joined in heart,

And hope to meet again.

5 This glorious hope revives

Our courage by the way;

While each in expectation lives,

And longs to see the day.

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,

And sin, we shall be free;

And perfect love and friendship reign

Through all eternity.

All you that have confessed

That Jesus is the Lord,

And to his people joined yourselves,

According to his word:

2 In Zion you must dwell,

Her altar ne’er forsake;

Must come to all her solemn feasts,

Of all her joys partake.

3 She must employ your thoughts,

And your unceasing care;

Her welfare be your constant wish,

And her increase your prayer.

4 With humbleness of mind,

Among her sons rejoice;

A meek and quiet spirit is

With God of highest price.

5 Never offend, nor grieve

Your brethren by the way;

But shun the dark abodes of strife,

Like children of the day.

6 In all your Saviour’s ways,

With willing footsteps move;

Be faithful unto death, and then

You’ll reign with him above.

Let party names no more

The Christian world o’erspread,

Gentile and Jew, and bond and free,

Are one in Christ, their Head.

2 Among the saints on earth

Let mutual love be found;

Heirs of the same inheritance,

With mutual blessings crowned.

3 Thus will the church below

Resemble that above,

Where streams of pleasure ever flow,

And every heart is love.

Children of the heavenly King,

As ye journey, sweetly sing;

Sing your Saviour’s worthy praise,

Glorious in his works and ways.

2 Ye are traveling home to God,

In the way the fathers trod:

They are happy now—and ye

Soon there happiness shall see.

3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest;

You on Jesus’ throne shall rest:

There your seat is now prepared—

There your kingdom and reward.

4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand

On the borders of your land;

Jesus Christ, your Father’s Son,

Bids you undismayed go on.

5 Lord, submissive make us go,

Gladly leaving all below;

Only thou our leader be,

And we still will follow thee.

Jesus, Lord, we look to thee;

Let us in thy name agree;

Show thyself the Prince of Peace;

Bid our jars for ever cease.

2 By thy reconciling love,

Every stumbling-block remove:

Each to each unite, endear;

Come, and spread thy banner here.

3 Make us of one heart and mind—

Courteous, pitiful and kind;

Lowly, meek, in thought and word—

Altogether like our Lord.

4 Let us for each other care;

Each the other’s burden bear;

To thy Church the pattern give;

Show how true believers live.

5 Free from anger and from pride,

Let us thus in God abide;

All the depths of love express—

All the hights of holiness.

6 Let us then with joy remove

To the family above;

On the wings of angels fly;

Show how true believers die.

Say, whence does this union arise,

Where hatred is conquered by love?

It fastens our souls with such ties,

That distance nor time can remove.

2 It can not in Eden be found,

Nor yet in a Paradise lost;

It grows on Immanuel’s ground,

And Jesus’ life’s blood it has cost.

3 My friends so endeared unto me,

Our souls so united in love;

Where Jesus is gone we shall be,

In yonder blest mansions above.

4 Why then so unwilling to part,

Since there we shall soon meet again;

Engraved on Immanuel’s heart,

At distance we can not remain.

5 And then we shall see that bright day,

And join with the angels above,

Set free from our prisons of clay,

United in Jesus’ kind love.

6 With Jesus we ever shall reign,

And all his bright glory shall see;

Then sing hallelujahs—Amen!

Amen! Even so let it be!

Come, dear friends, we all are brethren,

Bound for Canaan’s happy land;

Come, unite and walk together,

Christ, our Leader, gives command.

Cease to boast of party merit,

Wound the cause of God no more,

Be united by his spirit;

Zion’s peace again restore.

2 Now our hand, our heart and spirit,

Here in fellowship we give;

Let us love and peace inherit,

Show the world how Christians live.

We’ll be one in Christ our Saviour,

Male and female, bond and free!

Christ is all in all for ever,

In him we shall blesséd be.

When shall we all meet again?

When shall we all meet again?

Oft shall glowing hope expire,

Oft shall wearied love retire,

Oft shall death and sorrow reign,

Ere we all shall meet again.

2 Though in distant lands we sigh,

Parched beneath a hostile sky;

Though the deep between us rolls—

Friendship shall unite our souls:

And in fancy’s wide domain,

Oft shall we all meet again.

3 When the dreams of life are fled,

And its wasted lamp is dead:

When in cold oblivion’s shade,

Beauty, wealth, and fame are laid;

Where immortal spirits reign,

There may we all meet again.

We shall meet no more to part;

Cease thy sorrows, mourning heart!

Weary days will soon depart—

Then we may rest for ever!

When the work of life is done,

When the victor’s crown is won,

Then, immortal life begun,

We no more shall sever.

We shall meet, no more to part;

Cease thy sorrows, mourning heart!

Weary days will soon depart—

Then we may rest for ever!

2 In the house of peace and bliss,

In the world where Jesus is,

When we bid adieu to this,

Then we may love for ever.

Purified from every stain,

Through the Lamb that once was slain,

Brethren, we shall meet again,

And be parted never!

When shall we meet again?

Meet ne’er to sever?

When will Peace wreathe her chain

Round us for ever?

Our hearts will ne’er repose

Safe from each blast that blows

In this dark vail of woes,

Never—no, never!

2 When shall love freely flow,

Pure as life’s river?

When shall sweet friendship glow,

Changeless for ever?

Where joys celestial thrill,

Where bliss each heart shall fill,

And fears of parting chill,

Never—no, never!

3 Up to that world of light

Take us, dear Saviour;

May we all there unite,

Happy for ever:

Where kindred spirits dwell,

There may our music swell,

And time our joys dispel,

Never—no, never!

4 Soon shall we meet again,

Meet ne’er to sever:

Soon shall Peace wreathe her chain

Round us for ever:

Our hearts will then repose

Secure from worldly woes;

Our songs of praise shall close,

Never—no, never!

O love divine, how sweet thou art!

When shall I find my wandering heart

All taken up in thee!

O may I daily live to prove

The sweetness of redeeming love,

The love of Christ to me.

2 God only knows the love of God;

O may it now be shed abroad

To cheer my fainting heart!

I want to feel that love divine;

This heavenly portion, Lord, be mine—

Be mine this better part.

3 O that I could for ever sit

With Mary at the Master’s feet!

Be this my happy choice;

My only care, delight, and bliss,

My joy, my heaven on earth, be this,

To hear the Bridegroom’s voice.

4 O that I might, with happy John,

Recline my weary head upon

The blessed Redeemer’s breast!

From care, and fear, and sorrow free,

Give me, O Lord, to find in thee

My everlasting rest.

Peacefully, tenderly,

Here, as we part,

The farewell that lingers

Be breathed from the heart:

No place more fitting,

O house of the Lord—

Here be it spoken,

That last prayerful word.

2 Thoughtfully, carefully,

Solemn and slow!

Tears are bedewing

The path that we go;

Perils before us

We know not to-day—

Kindly and safely,

O Lord, lead the way.

3 Upwardly, steadfastly,

Gaze on that brow:

Jesus, our Leader,

Reigns conqueror now.

His steps let us follow,

His sufferings dare,

Go up to glory,

His blessedness share.

4 Patiently, cheerfully,

Up, and depart

To labor and duty

With gladness of heart;

The ransomed, with triumph,

To Zion we’ll bring,

Shouting salvation

To Jesus, our King.

Farewell, my friends, time rolls along,

Nor waits for mortal care or bliss;

I leave you here to travel on,

Till I arrive where Jesus is.

Chorus.—Farewell, farewell, farewell,

My Christian friends, farewell.

2 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord,

To you I’m bound in cords of love,

Yet we believe his gracious word,

That we ere long shall meet above.

3 Farewell, old soldiers of the cross,

You’ve struggled long and hard for heaven,

You’ve counted all things here but dross,

Fight on, the crown will soon be given.

4 Farewell, poor careless sinners, too,

It grieves my soul to leave you here.

Eternal sorrow waits for you,

O turn, and find salvation near.

O happy children who follow Jesus

Into the house of prayer and praise,

And join in union while love increases,

Resolved this way to spend our days:

Although we’re hated by the world and Satan,

By the flesh and such as love not God;

Yet happy moments and joyful seasons

We ofttimes find on Canaan’s road.

2 Since we’ve been waiting on lovely Jesus,

We’ve felt some strength come from above,

Our hearts have burned with holy rapture,

We long to be absorbed in love:

Let us sing praises for what is given,

And trust in God for time to come;

Sure we shall find the way to heaven;

So farewell, brethren—we’re going home.

3 And as we go let us praise our Saviour,

And pray for those who spurn his grace,

Lest they should lose love’s richest treasure,

And ne’er enjoy his smiling face.

Now here’s my hand and my best wishes,

In token of my Christian love;

In hopes with you to praise my Jesus:

So farewell, brethren,—we’ll meet above.

Come on, my partners in distress,

My comrades in the wilderness,

Who feel your sorrows still;

A while forget your griefs and fears

And look beyond this vale of tears

To that celestial hill.

2 Beyond the bounds of time and space,

Look forward to that heavenly place,

The saint’s secure abode;

On faith’s strong eagle pinions rise,

And force your passage to the skies,

And scale the mount of God.

3 Who suffer with our Master here,

Shall there before his face appear,

And by his side sit down:

To patient faith the prize is sure;

And all that to the end endure

The cross, shall wear the crown.

’Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,

How sweet to my soul is communion with saints;

To find at the banquet of mercy there’s room,

And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.

2 Sweet bonds, that unite all the children of peace;

And thrice blesséd Jesus, whose love can not cease;

Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam,

I long to behold thee in glory at home.

3 While here in the valley of conflict I stray,

O give me submission and strength as my day;

In all my afflictions to thee would I come,

Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.

4 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauty to shine;

No more as an exile in sorrow to pine;

And in thy dear image arise from the tomb,

With glorified millions to praise thee at home.

One baptism and one faith,

One Lord below, above,

The fellowship of Zion hath

One only watchword—Love.

From different temples though it rise,

One song ascendeth to the skies.

2 Our sacrifice is One;

One priest before the throne—

The crucified, the risen Son,

Redeemer, Lord alone!

And sighs from contrite hearts that spring,

Our chief, our choicest offering.

3 O why should they who love

One gospel to unfold,

Who look for one bright home above,

On earth be strange and cold?

Why, subjects of the Prince of Peace,

In strife abide, and bitterness?

4 O may that holy prayer—

His tenderest and his last,

The utterance of his latest care

Ere to the cross he passed—

No longer unfulfilled remain,

The World’s offense, thy people’s stain!

When I survey the wondrous cross,

On which the Prince of glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride!

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my Lord:

All the vain things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down;

Did e’er such love and sorrow meet—

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a present far too small;

Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all!

Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts!

Thou Fount of Life! thou Light of men!

From the best bliss that earth imparts,

We turn unfilled to thee again.

2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;

Thou savest those that on thee call;

To them that seek thee, thou art good,

To them that find thee—All in All!

3 We taste thee, O thou Living Bread,

And long to feed upon thee still;

We drink of thee, the Fountain Head,

And thirst our souls from thee to fill.

4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee,

Where’er our changeful lot is cast;

Glad, when thy gracious smile we see,

Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast.

5 O Jesus, ever with us stay!

Make all our moments calm and bright,

Chase the dark night of sin away—

Shed o’er the world thy holy light!

Soft be the gently breathing notes

That sing the Saviour’s dying love;

Soft as the evening zephyr floats,

Soft as the tuneful lyres above:

Soft as the morning dews descend,

While warbling birds exulting soar;

So soft to our almighty Friend

Be every sigh our bosoms pour.

2 Pure as the sun’s enlivening ray,

That scatters life and joy abroad;

Pure as the lucid orb of day,

That wide proclaims its Maker, God;

Pure as the breath of vernal skies,

So pure let our contrition be;

And purely let our sorrows rise

To him who bled upon the tree.

How pleasing to behold and see

The friends of Jesus all agree—

To sit around the sacred board

As members of one common Lord.

2 Here we behold the dawn of bliss—

Here we behold the Saviour’s grace—

Here we behold his precious blood,

Which sweetly pleads for us with God.

3 While here we sit, we would implore

That love may spread from shore to shore,

Till all the saints, like us, combine

To praise the Lord in songs divine.

4 To all we freely give our hand,

Who love the Lord in every land;

For all are one in Christ our head,

To whom be endless honors paid.

Welcome, ye hopeful heirs of heaven,

To this rich feast of gospel love—

This pledge is but the prelude given

To that immortal feast above.

2 How great the blessing, thus to meet

According to our Saviour’s word,

And hold by faith communion sweet,

With our unseen yet present Lord.

3 And if so sweet this feast below,

What will it be to meet above,

Where all we see, and feel, and know,

Are fruits of everlasting love!

4 Soon shall we tune the heavenly lyre,

While listening worlds the song approve;

Eternity itself expire,

Ere we exhaust the theme of love.

’Twas on that night when doomed to know

The eager rage of every foe,

That night in which he was betrayed,

The Saviour of the world took bread;

2 And, after thanks and glory given

To him that rules in earth and heaven,

That symbol of his flesh he broke,

And thus to all his followers spoke:

3 My broken body thus I give

To you, my friends; take, eat, and live;

And oft the sacred feast renew,

That brings my wondrous love to view.

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.

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.

O God, unseen yet ever near!

Reveal thy presence now,

While we, in love that hath no fear,

Before thy glory bow.

2 Here may obedient spirits find

The blessings of thy love—

The streams that through the desert wind,

The manna from above.

3 Awhile beside the fount we stay,

And eat this bread of thine,

Then go, rejoicing, on our way,

Renewed with strength divine.

Come in, thou blesséd of the Lord;

Stranger nor foe art thou:

We welcome thee with warm accord,

Our friend, our brother now.

2 The hand of fellowship, the heart

Of love, we offer thee:

Leaving the world, thou dost but part

From lies and vanity.

3 The cup of blessing which we bless,

The heavenly bread we break—

Our Saviour’s blood and righteousness,

Freely with us partake.

4 In weal or woe, in joy or care,

Thy portion shall be ours;

Christians their mutual burdens bear;

They lend their mutual powers.

5 Come with us, we will do thee good,

As God to us hath done;

Stand but in him, as those have stood,

Whose faith the victory won.

6 And when, by turns, we pass away

As star by star grows dim,

May each, translated into day,

Be lost, and found in him.

Lord, at thy table we behold

The wonders of thy grace;

But most of all admire that we

Should find a welcome place.

2 What strange, surprising grace is this,

That we, so lost, have room!

Jesus our weary souls invites,

And freely bids us come!

3 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven,

Join all your sacred powers:

No theme is like redeeming love;

No Saviour is like ours.

In memory of the Saviour’s love,

We keep the sacred feast,

Where every humble, contrite heart

Is made a welcome guest.

2 Under his banner thus we sing

The wonders of his love,

And thus anticipate by faith

The heavenly feast above.

Shepherd of souls, refresh and bless

Thy chosen pilgrim flock,

With manna from the wilderness,

With water from the rock.

2 Hungry and thirsty, faint and weak

(As thou when here below),

Our souls the joys celestial seek,

That from thy sorrows flow.

3 We would not live by bread alone,

But by thy word of grace—

In strength of which we travel on

To our abiding place.

4 Be known to us in breaking bread,

But do not then depart—

Saviour abide with us, and spread

Thy table in our heart.

5 Then sup with us in love divine;

Thy body and thy blood,

That living bread and heavenly wine,

Be our immortal food.

Jesus, the Friend of man,

Invites us to his board;

The welcome summons we obey,

And own our gracious Lord.

2 Here we show forth his love,

Which spake in every breath,

Prompted each action of his life,

And triumphed in his death.

3 Here let our powers unite

His honored name to raise;

Let grateful joy fill every mind,

And every voice be praise.

4 One faith, one hope, one Lord

One God alone we know;

Brethren we are; let every heart

With kind affections grow.

Now let each happy guest

The sacred concert raise,

To close the honors of the feast,

And sing the Master’s praise.

2 His condescending love

First calls our wonder forth;

He left the blesséd realms above,

To dwell with men on earth.

3 His precepts, how divine!

How suited to our state!

How bright his acts of mercy shine

His promises how great!

4 Redemption’s glorious plan,

How wondrous in our view!

The salutary source to man

Of peace and pardon too.

Our heavenly Father calls,

And Christ invites us near;

With both, our friendship shall be sweet,

And our communion dear.

2 God pities all our griefs:

He pardons every day;

Almighty to protect our souls,

And wise to guide our way.

3 How large his bounties are!

What various stores of good,

Diffused from our Redeemer’s hand,

And purchased with his blood!

4 Jesus, our living Head,

We bless thy faithful care;

Our Advocate before the throne,

And our forerunner there.

5 Here fix my roving heart!

Here wait my warmest love!

Till the communion be complete,

In nobler scenes above.

Jesus invites his saints

To meet around his board;

Here pardoned rebels sit, and hold

Communion with their Lord.

2 This holy bread and wine

Maintain our fainting breath,

By union with our living Lord,

And interest in his death.

3 Let all our powers be joined

His glorious name to raise;

Let holy love fill every mind,

And every voice be praise.

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.

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!

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.

From the table now retiring,

Which for us the Lord hath spread,

May our souls, refreshment finding,

Grow in all things like our Head.

2 His example by beholding,

May our lives his image bear;

Him our Lord and Master calling,

His commands may we revere.

3 Love to God and man displaying,

Walking steadfast in his way,

Joy attend us in believing,

Peace from God, through endless day.

Near the cross our station taking,

Earthly cares and joys forsaking,

Meet it is for us to mourn:

’Twas for us he came from heaven,

’Twas for us his heart was riven;

All his griefs for us were borne.

2 When no eye its pity gave us,

When there was no arm to save us,

He his love and power displayed:

By his stripes our help and healing,

By his death our life revealing,

He for us the ransom paid.

3 Jesus, may thy love constrain us,

That from sin we may refrain us,

In thy griefs may deeply grieve;

Thee our best affections giving,

To thy praise and honor living,

May we in thy glory live!

Lamb of God! whose bleeding love

We now recall to mind,

Send thy blessing from above,

And let us mercy find;

Think on us, who think on thee;

Every burdened soul release;

O, remember Calvary,

And bid us go in peace!

2 By thine agonizing pain,

And bloody sweat, we pray—

By thy dying love to man,

Take all our sins away:

By thy passion on the tree,

Let our griefs and troubles cease:

O, remember Calvary,

And bid us go in peace!

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,

Which before the cross I spend;

Life, and health, and peace possessing,

From the sinner’s dying friend.

2 Here I’ll sit, for ever viewing

Mercy streaming in his blood;

Precious drops! my soul bedewing,

Plead they now my peace with God.

3 Truly blesséd is this station,

Here unfolds his wondrous grace;

While I see divine compassion

Beaming in his lovely face.

4 Here it is I find my heaven,

While upon the cross I gaze;

Here the joy of sins forgiven

Shall inspire my songs of praise.

5 Love and grief my heart dividing,

While his feet I bathe with tears;

Constant still in faith abiding—

Hope triumphant o’er my fears.

6 Lord! in ceaseless contemplation,

Fix my trusting heart on thee,

Till I know thy full salvation,

And thy face in glory see.

Here I sink before thee lowly,

Filled with gladness deep and holy,

As with trembling awe and wonder

On thy mighty work I ponder—

On this banquet’s mystery,

On the depths we can not see:

Far beyond all mortal sight

Lie the secrets of thy might.

2 Sun, who all my life dost brighten!

Light, who dost my soul enlighten!

Joy, the sweetest man e’er knoweth!

Fount, whence all my being floweth!

Humbly draw I near to thee;

Grant that I may worthily

Take this blesséd heavenly food,

To thy praise, and to my good.

3 Jesus, Bread of Life from heaven,

Never be thou vainly given,

Nor I to my hurt invited;

Be thy love with love requited;

Let me learn its depths indeed,

While on thee my soul doth feed;

Let me, here so richly blest,

Be hereafter, too, thy guest.

While in sweet communion feeding

On this earthly bread and wine,

Saviour may we see thee bleeding

On the cross to make us thine.

2 Though unseen, now be thou near us,

With the still small voice of love,

Whispering words of peace to cheer us—

Every doubt and fear remove.

3 Bring before us all the story,

Of thy life, and death of woe!

And with hopes of endless glory,

Wean our hearts from all below.

Jesus has died for me,

Glory to God!

From sin he set me free,

Glory to God!

And, if I trust his grace,

I soon shall win the race;

Then see his lovely face,

Glory to God.

2 Soon, I shall sing above,

Glory to God!

Tell of his wondrous love,

Glory to God:

Free from all death and wrong,

Then shall my notes prolong

One loud, triumphant song,

Glory to God!

My faith looks up to thee,

Thou Lamb of Calvary:

Saviour divine,

Now hear me while I pray;

Take all my guilt away;

O, let me, from this day,

Be wholly thine.

2 May thy rich grace impart

Strength to my fainting heart;

My zeal inspire;

As thou hast died for me,

O may my love to thee

Pure, warm, and changeless be—

A living fire.

3 While life’s dark maze I tread,

And griefs around me spread,

Be thou my guide;

Bid darkness turn to day,

Wipe sorrow’s tears away,

Nor let me ever stray

From thee aside.

4 When ends life’s transient dream,

When death’s cold, sullen stream

Shall o’er me roll;

Blest Saviour, then, in love,

Fear and distress remove;

O bear me safe above—

A ransomed soul.

I saw the cross of Jesus

When burdened with my sin;

I sought the cross of Jesus

To give me peace within;

I brought my soul to Jesus;

He cleansed it in his blood;

And in the cross of Jesus

I found my peace with God.

2 I love the cross of Jesus—

It tells what I am;

A vile and guilty creature,

Saved only through the Lamb.

No righteousness, no merit,

No beauty can I plead;

Yet in the cross I glory,

My title there I read.

3 I clasp the cross of Jesus

In every trying hour,

My sure and certain refuge,

My never-failing tower.

In every fear and conflict,

I more than conqueror am;

Living I’m safe, or dying,

Through Christ the risen Lamb.

4 Sweet is the cross of Jesus!

There let my weary heart

Still rest in peace and safety

Till life itself depart;

And then in strains of glory

I’ll sing thy wondrous power,

Where sin can never enter,

And death is known no more.

Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face;

Here would I touch and handle things unseen;

Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal grace,

And all my weariness upon thee lean.

2 Here would I feed upon the bread of God;

Here drink with thee the royal wine of heaven;

Here would I lay aside each earthly load,

Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

3 Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;

The feast, though not the love, is passed and gone:

The bread and wine remove, but thou art here—

Nearer than ever—still my Shield and Sun.

4 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;

Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above—

Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,

The Lamb’s great bridal feast of bliss and love.

Ye saints, your music bring,

Attuned to sweetest sound,

Strike every trembling string,

Till earth and heaven resound;

The triumphs of the cross we sing;

Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.

2 The cross, the cross alone,

Subdued the powers of hell;

Like lightning from his throne

The prince of darkness fell,

The triumphs of the cross we sing,

Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.

3 The cross hath power to save

From all the foes that rise;

The cross hath made the grave

A passage to the skies;

The triumphs of the cross we sing;

Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.

Once the angel started back,

When he saw the blood-stained door,

Pausing on his vengeful track,

And the dwelling passing o’er.

Once the sea from Israel fled,

Ere it rolled o’er Egypt’s dead.

2 Now our Passover is come,

Dimly shadowed in the past,

And the very Paschal Lamb,

Christ, the Lord, is slain at last.

Then with hearts and hands made meet,

Our unleavened bread we’ll eat.

3 Blesséd Victim sent from heaven,

Whom all angel hosts obey,

To whose will all earth is given,

At whose word hell shrinks away.

Thou hast conquered death’s dread strife,

Thou hast brought us light and life.