3 We are but several parts
Of the same broken bread;
The body hath its many limbs,
But Jesus is the Head.
214 1 COR. VI. 19.-" Ye are not your own."
1 ALL that we are, and all we have
Shall be for ever Thine,
All that a loving heart can give;
Our cheerful hands resign.
2 For if we might make some reserve,
If duty did not call,-
Thou lovest, Lord, with such a love,
That we would give Thee all.
215 1 COR. XI. 24.-" This do in remembrance of me."
2 HERE in the broken bread and wine.
We hear him say "remember me,"
I gave my life to ransom thine,
I bore thy curse upon the tree.
3 Lord we are Thine, we praise Thy love ;-
One with Thy saints, all one with Thee,
We would, until we meet above,
In all our ways remember Thee.
1 WHILE We remember Thee,
Lord, in our midst appear,'
Let each by faith Thy body see,
While we assemble here.
2 We never would forget
Thy rich, Thy precious love,
Our theme of joy and wonder here,
Our endless song above.
3 Olet Thy love constrain
Our souls to cleave to Thee;
And ever in our hearts remain
That word, "remember me."
217 1 COR. XI. 26.-" For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, ye do shew
the Lord's death till He come."
1 MEETING in the Saviour's name,
"Breaking bread," by His command,
To the world we thus proclaim,
On what ground we hope to stand,
When the Lord shall come with clouds,
Join'd by heav'n's exulting crowds.
2 From the cross our hope we draw,
'Tis the sinner's blest resource,
Jesus magnified the law,
Jesus bore its awful curse;
This the joyful truth we own,
This our ground of hope alone.
3 Jesus died and then arose,
Yes, He rose, He lives, He reigns,
Jesus vanquished all His foes,
Jesus led them all in chains;
His the triumph and the crown,
His the glory and renown.
4 Sing we then of Him who died,
Sing of Him who rose again,
By His blood we're justified,
And with Him we hope to reign,
Yes, we hope to see our Lord,
And to share His bright reward.
218 1 COR. xv. 6.-" Some are fallen asleep."
1 ASLEEP in Jesus! Blessed sleep!
From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes!
2 Asleep in Jesus! Oh! how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet;
With holy confidence to sing,
That death has lost his venomed sting!
3 Asleep in Jesus! Peaceful rest!
Whose waking is supremely blest:
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That manifests the Saviour's power.
4 Asleep in Jesus! Oh! for me
May such a blissful refuge be:
Securely shall my ashes lie,
Waiting the summons from on high.
5 Asleep in Jesus! Time nor space
Debars this precious" hiding place;"
On Indian plains or Lapland snows
Believers find the same repose.
6 Asleep in Jesus! Far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be ;
But thine is still a blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep!
219 1 COR. XV. 10.-" By the grace of God I am
1 ALL that I was.-my sin. my guilt,
My death was all my own:
All that I am, I owe to Thee,
My gracious God alone.
2 The evil of my former state,
Was mine and only mine;
The good in which I now rejoice
Is thine, and only Thine.
3 The darkness of my former state,
The bondage all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,
The liberty is Thine.
4 Thy grace first made me feel
It taught me to believe,
Then, in believing, peace I found,
And now I live, I live.
5 All that I am, even here on earth,
All that I hope to be,
When Jesus comes and glory dawns,
I owe it, Lord,to Thee.
220 2 COR. v. 14.-" The love of Christ constraineth us.
1 MY blessed Saviour, is Thy love
So great, so full, so free?
Behold! I give my love, my heart,
My life, my all to Thee.
2 I love Thee for the glorious worth
In Thy great self I see:
I love Thee for that shameful cross
Thou hast endured for me.
3 No man of greater love can boast,
Than for his friend to die;
But for Thy enemies Thou wast slain;
What love with Thine can vie?
4 Though in the very form of God,
With heavenly glory crown'd,
Thou wouldst partake of human flesh,
Beset with troubles round.
5 Thou would'st like wretched man be made
In every thing but sin;
That we as like Thee might become,
As we unlike have been.
6 O Lord, I'll treasure in my soul
The memory of Thy love;
And Thy dear name shall still to me
A grateful odour prove.
7 Where Thou dost pitch Thy tent, and where Thy honour deigns to dwell,
There I'll fix mine, and there reside,
There Thy love's wonders tell.
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