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If human kindness meets return

Hymnal: BW1867 #158 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 If human kindness meets return, And owns the grateful tie; If tender thoughts within us burn, To feel a friend is nigh,-- 2 Oh shall not warmer accents tell The gratitude we owe To Him, who died, our fears to quell-- Who bore our guilt and woe! 3 While yet in anguish He surveyed Those pangs He would not flee, What love His latest words displayed-- "Meet and remember Me!" 4 Remember Thee--Thy death, Thy shame Our sinful hearts to share! Oh memory! leave no other name But His recorded there. Topics: The Lord's Supper Languages: English

Sitting at Jesus' Feet

Hymnal: BW1867 #159 (1867) First Line: Sweet the moments, rich in blessing Lyrics: 1 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 Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears His feet I'll bathe; Constant still, in faith abiding, Life deriving from His death. 3 Truly blessed is this station-- Low before His cross I'll lie; While I see diving compassion Beaming from His languid eye; 4 Here I'll sit--for ever viewing Mercy streaming in His blood: Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God. Topics: The Lord's Supper Languages: English

"Eat, drink, in memory of your friend!"

Hymnal: BW1867 #160 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 "Eat, drink, in memory of your friend!" Such was our Master's last request; Who all the pangs of death endured, That we might live for ever blest. 2 Yes, we'll record Thy matchless grace, Thou dearest, tenderest, best of friends! Thy dying love the noblest praise Of long eternity transcends. 3 'Tis pleasure more than earth can give, Thy goodness through these veils to see, Thy table food celestial yields; And happy they who sit with Thee. 4 But oh! what vast transporting joys Shall fill our breasts, our tongues inspire, When, joined with the celestial train, Our grateful souls Thy love admire! Topics: The Lord's Supper Languages: English

According to Thy gracious word

Hymnal: BW1867 #161 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 According to Thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember Thee. 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be; Thy testamental cup I take, And thus remember Thee. 3 Gethsemane can I forget? Or there Thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember Thee? 4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! I must remember Thee: 5 Remember Thee, and all Thy pains. And all Thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember Thee. 6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee, When Thou shalt in Thy Kingdom come, Jesus, remember me. Topics: The Lord's Supper Languages: English

A Sacramental Hymn

Hymnal: BW1867 #162 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, at Thy table I behold Lyrics: 1 Lord, at Thy table I behold The riches of Thy grace; But wonder, most of all, that I Should find a welcome place: 2 I that am all defiled with sin, A rebel to my God; I that have crucified His Son, And trampled on His blood. 3 What strange, surprising grace is this, That such a soul has room! My Saviour takes me by the hand, My Jesus bids me come. 4 "Eat, oh my friends," the Saviour cries, "The feast was made for you; For you I groaned, and bled, and died, And rose, and triumphed too." 5 With trembling faith, and bleeding hearts, Lord, we accept Thy love: 'Tis a rich banquet we have had, What will it be above! 6 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord, I'd give them all to Thee; Had I ten thousand tongues, they all Should join the harmony. Topics: The Lord's Supper Languages: English

Commemorative of the Ressurection

Hymnal: BW1867 #163 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: This is the day the Lord hath made Lyrics: 1 This is the day the Lord has made; He calls the hours His own: Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne. 2 To-day arose our glorious Head, And death's dread empire fell; To-day, the saints His triumphs spread, And all its wonders tell. 3 Hosanna! the anointed King Ascends His destined throne: To God our grateful homage bring, And His Messiah own. 4 Blest be the Lord, who came to men With messages of grace; Who came in God His Father's name To save our sinful race. 5 Hosanna in the highest strains The church on earth can raise! The highest heavens in which He reigns Shall give Him nobler praise. Topics: The Sabbath Languages: English

When the worn spirit wants repose

Hymnal: BW1867 #164 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 When the worn spirit wants repose, And sighs for God to seek, How sweet to hail the evening's close That ends the weary week! 2 How sweet will be the early dawn That opens on the sight, When first the soul-reviving morn Shall shed new rays or light! 3 Blest day! thine hours too soon will cease, Yet, while they gently roll, Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace, A Sabbath o'er my soul. 4 When will my pilgrimage be done, The world's long week be o'er, That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun, That day which fades no more? Topics: The Sabbath Languages: English

Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve

Hymnal: BW1867 #165 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, And soft the sunbeam lingering there; For these blest hours the world I leave, Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 2 Season of rest! the tranquil soul Feels the sweet calm, and melts in love; And while these sacred moments roll, Faith sees a smiling heaven above. 3 Nor will our days of toil be long: Our pilgrimage will soon be trod; And we shall join the ceaseless song, The endless Sabbath of our God. Topics: The Sabbath Languages: English

Sweet is the work, my God, my King

Hymnal: BW1867 #166 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise Thy name, give thanks, and sing; To show Thy love by morning light, And talk of all Thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast; Oh may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound! 3 When grace has purified my heart, Then I shall share a glorious part; And fresh supplies of joy be shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head. 4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired or wished below; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. Topics: The Sabbath Languages: English

Is there a time when moments flow

Hymnal: BW1867 #167 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Is there a time when moments flow, More peacefully than all beside? It is, of all the times below, A Sabbath eve in summer's tide. 2 Delightful scene! a world at rest, A God of love--no grief, no fear, A heavenly hope, a peaceful breast, A smile unsullied by a tear. 3 I heaven be ever felt below, A scene so heavenly, sure, as this, May cause a heart on earth to know Some foretaste of celestial bliss. 4 Delightful hour! how soon will night Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reign, And soon the morn's returning light Will call us to the world again! 5 Yet will there dawn at last a day, A sun that never sets shall rise, Night will not veil His glorious ray: The heavenly Sabbath never dies. Topics: The Sabbath Languages: English