I could not do without Thee
O Savior of the lost,
Whose precious blood redeemed me
At such tremendous cost.
Thy righteousness, thy pardon
Thy precious blood, must be
My only hope and comfort,
My glory and my plea.

I could not do without Thee,
I cannot stand alone,
I have no strength or goodness,
No wisdom of my own;
But Thou, beloved Savior,
Art all in all to me,
And weakness will be power
If leaning hard on Thee.

I could not do without Thee,
For, oh, the way is long,
And I am often weary,
And sigh replaces song:
How could I do without Thee?
I do not know the way;
Thou knowest, and Thou leadest,
And wilt not let me stray.

I could not do without Thee,
O Jesus, Savior dear;
E’en when my eyes are holden,
I know that Thou art near.
How dreary and how lonely
This changeful life would be,
Without the sweet communion,
The secret rest with Thee!

I could not do without Thee;
No other friend can read
The spirit’s strange deep longings,
Interpreting its need;
No human heart could enter
Each dim recess of mine,
And soothe, and hush, and calm it,
O blessèd Lord, but Thine.

I could not do without Thee,
For years are fleeting fast,
And soon in solemn oneness
The river must be passed;
But Thou wilt never leave me,
And though the waves roll high,
I know Thou wilt be near me,
And whisper, “It is I.”

Bread of the world, in mercy broken,
Wine of the soul, in mercy shed,
By Whom the words of life were spoken,
And in Whose death our sins are dead.

Look on the heart by sorrow broken,
Look on the tears by sinners shed;
And be Thy feast to us the token,
That by Thy grace our souls are fed.

Here at Thy table, Lord, this sacred hour,
O let us feel Thee near, in loving power,
Calling our thoughts away from self and sin
As to Thy banquet hall we enter in.

Sit at the feast, dear Lord, break Thou the bread;
Fill Thou the cup that brings life to the dead;
That we may find in Thee pardon and peace,
And from all bondage win a full release.

So shall our life of faith be full, be sweet;
And we shall find our strength for each day meet;
Fed by Thy living bread, all hunger past,
We shall be satisfied, and saved at last.

Come then, O holy Christ, feed us, we pray;
Touch with Thy piercèd hand each common day;
Making this earthly life full of Thy grace,
Till in the home of heaven we find our place.

On Passover our Lord preparèd to,
With His belovèd twelve, His last supper share.
To comfort, and to heal them by His love,
He gave His Body and He gave His Blood.
He gave them freedom and He gave them life.
This by His Love!

There in the upper room, He told the twelve,
That He must die, thus from hell to save,
Our souls held fast by hellish sinful loves,
So we all might find homes in Heav’n above.
He gave us freedom and He gave us life.
This by His Love!

John on His holy breast, did rest his head.
While Peter cried, “I’m Yours unto death.”
Their spirits willing but, their flesh was weak.
But when Christ rose, He called them to the feast.
He gave them freedom and He gave them life.
This by His Love!

We too may share with Christ, our unseen Host,
The Bread of Love, and the Wine supreme.
Our wounded spirits and our sin sick souls,
Our Lord’s great healing love will now make whole.
He gave us freedom and He gave us life.
This by His Love!

Break Thou the bread of life, dear Lord, to me,
As Thou didst break the loaves beside the sea;
Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord;
My spirit pants for Thee, O living Word!

Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord, to me, to me,
As Thou didst bless the bread by Galilee;
Then shall all bondage cease, all fetters fall;
And I shall find my peace, my all in all.

Thou art the bread of life, O Lord, to me,
Thy holy Word the truth that saveth me;
Give me to eat and live with Thee above;
Teach me to love Thy truth, for Thou art love.

O send Thy Spirit, Lord, now unto me,
That He may touch my eyes, and make me see:
Show me the truth concealed within Thy Word,
And in Thy Book revealed I see the Lord.

O Bread of life from Heaven,
O Food to pilgrims given,
O Manna from above:
Feed with the blessèd sweetness
Of Your divine completeness
The souls that want and need Your love.

O Fount of grace redeeming,
O River ever streaming,
From Jesus’ wounded side:
Come now, Your love bestowing
On thirsting souls, and flowing
Till all are fully satisfied.

We love You, Jesus, tender,
In all Your hidden splendor
Within these means of grace.
Oh, let the veil be riven,
And our clear eye in Heaven
Behold Your glory face to face.

O Bread to pilgrims given,
O Food that angels eat,
O Manna sent from Heaven,
For Heav’n-born natures meet,
Give us, for Thee long pining,
To eat till richly filled;
Till, earth’s delights resigning,
Our every wish is stilled.

O Water, life-bestowing,
Forth from the Savior’s heart,
A fountain purely flowing,
A fount of love Thou art:
O let us, freely tasting,
Our burning thirst assuage;
Thy sweetness, never wasting,
Avails from age to age.

Jesus, this feast receiving,
We Thee unseen adore;
Thy faithful word believing,
We take, and doubt no more;
Give us, Thou true and loving,
On earth to live in Thee;
Then, death the veil removing,
Thy glorious face to see.

O food to pilgrims given,
O bread of life from Heaven,
O manna from on high!
We hunger, Lord, supply us,
Nor Thy delights deny us,
Whose hearts to Thee draw nigh.

O stream of love past telling,
O purest fountain welling
From out the Savior’s side!
We faint with thirst; revive us,
Of Thine abundance give us,
And all we need provide.

O Jesus, by Thee bidden,
We here adore Thee,
Hidden in forms of bread and wine.
Grant when the veil is riven,
We may behold, in heaven,
Thy countenance divine.

When I fear my faith will fail,
Christ will hold me fast;
When the tempter would prevail,
He can hold me fast.

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He will hold me fast,
He will hold me fast;
For my Savior loves me so,
He will hold me fast.

I could never keep my hold,
He will hold me fast;
For my love is often cold,
He must hold me fast.

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I am precious in His sight,
He will hold me fast;
Those He saves are His delight.
He will hold me fast.

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He’ll not let my soul be lost,
Christ will hold me fast;
Bought by Him at such a cost,
He will hold me fast.

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Beauteous are the flowers of earth,
Flowers we bring with holy mirth,
Bright and sweet and gay;
Will our Father deign to own
Gifts we lay before His throne,
On this happy day?

Yes, He will; for all things bright
Are most precious in His sight,
And He loves to see
Children come with flowers for Him
Whom the flaming seraphim
Worship ceaselessly.

Yes, He will; for children’s love
Makes this world like Heaven above,
Where no evil reigns,
And where all unite to bring
Purest offerings, and sing
Love’s unending strains.

Yes, He will; for hearts that turn
To the sick and poor, and learn
How to make them glad,
Shine like beacons on the strand
Of the far-off, happy land,
To the lost and sad.

So our lowly gifts to Thee,
Lord of earth and sky and sea,
Thou wilt kindly take;
Every little flower we bring,
Every simple hymn we sing,
And not one forsake.

Come home, come home, my child, O where art thou?
Break, break the chain that holds the captive now;
A mother’s heart is yearning still for thee,
And pleads in tears, “Come home, my child, to me.”

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Come home, come home,
O wand’ring child, come home;
From those who love thee well,
Why longer roam?

O blessèd time, when thou wast young and fair;
When days were bright, nor filled with anxious care:
Bright were my hopes of future years for thee,
But still I hope thou wilt come back to me.

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Canst thou, my child, forget a mother’s prayer,
Her tender love, her long unwearied care?
Come back, my child, whate’er thy faults may be;
I love thee still, and ever pray for thee.

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Come unto Jesus, all ye that labor,
All that are weary, sad and oppressed;
Still He is calling, oh, friend and neighbor,
“Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.”

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Down thro’ the ages, sweetly ’tis ringing,
This word of Jesus, come and be blest ;
Sweeter than carols, angels are singing,
“Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.”

Bring Him the burden, heavily pressing,
Tell Him the sorrows hid in your breast;
Sin and transgression, freely confessing,
Come unto Him, and He will give you rest.

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Lose not a moment, haste to your Savior,
Ere the bright day-beams fade in the west;
Asking His mercy, seeking His favor,
Come unto Him, and He will give you rest.

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Come unto Jesus, Savior and Brother,
Surely you need Him, purest and best;
Truer than father, fonder than mother,
Come unto Him, and He will give you rest.

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Ever would I fain be reading
In the ancient holy Book,
Of my Savior’s gentle pleading,
Truth in every word and look.

How when children came He blessed them,
Suffered no man to reprove,
Took them in His arms, and pressed them
To His heart with words of love.

How to all the sick and tearful
Help was ever gladly shown;
How He sought the poor and fearful,
Called them brothers and His own.

How no contrite soul e’er sought Him,
And was bidden to depart,
How with gentle words He taught him,
Took the death from out his heart.

Still I read the ancient story,
And my joy is ever new,
How for us He left His glory,
How He still is kind and true.

How the flock He gently leadeth
Whom His Father gave Him here;
How His arms He widely spreadeth
To His heart to draw us near.

Let me kneel, my Lord, before Thee,
Let my heart in tears o’erflow,
Melted by Thy love adore Thee,
Blest in Thee ’mid joy or woe!

I come to Thee, O blessèd Lord,
Invited by Thy gracious Word
To this Thy feast, to sup with Thee;
Grant that a worthy guest I be.

I come to Thee with sin and grief,
For Thou alone canst give relief.
Thy death for me, dear Lord, I plead:
O Jesus, help me in my need!

Shouldst Thou a strict account demand,
Who could, O Lord, before Thee stand?
Purge all my secret sins away:
Be Thou, O Christ, the sinner’s Stay!

O Jesus, Lamb of God, alone
Thou didst for all our sins atone;
Though I have sinned and gone astray,
Turn not, O Lord, Thy guest away.

O Jesus, Lamb of God, alone
Thou didst for all our sins atone;
Be merciful, I Thee implore,
Be merciful forevermore.

Come to the Father’s house,
Come ere the day be gone;
Tempests are gath’ring fast,
Darkness is coming on.

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Fly, for the tempest is coming,
Sweeping the fields of sin;
Knock at the portals of mercy,
Jesus will let you in.

Look at the weary way,
Look where thy feet have trod,
Finding no rest nor peace,
Wand’ring away from God.

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Haste from the fields of sin,
Fly for thy life today;
Come to our Father’s house;
Enter the narrow way.

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Listen to the blessèd invitation,
Sweeter than the notes of angel song,
Chiming softly with a heav’nly cadence,
Calling to the passing throng.

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Him that cometh unto Me.
Him that cometh unto Me,
Him that cometh unto Me,
I will not ever cast out.

Weary toiler, sad and heavy laden,
Joyfully the great salvation see;
Close beside thee stands the Burden Bearer,
Strong to bear thy load and thee.

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Come, ye thirsty, to the living waters,
Hungry, come and on His bounty feed;
Not thy fitness is the plea to bring Him,
But thy pressing utmost need.

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“Him that cometh,” blind or maimed or sinful,
Coming for His healing touch divine,
For the cleansing of the blood so precious,
Prove anew this gracious line.

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Coming humbly, daily to this Savior,
Breathing all the heart to Him in prayer;
Coming some day to the heav’nly mansions,
He will give thee welcome there.

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O precious word that Jesus said!
The soul that comes to Me,
I will in no wise cast him out,
Whoever he may be.
Whoever he may be,
Whoever he may be,
I will in no wise cast him out,
Whoever he may be.

O precious word that Jesus said!
Behold, I am the Door;
And all who enter in by Me
Have life forevermore.
Have life forevermore,
Have life forevermore,
And all who enter in by Me
Have life forevermore.

O precious word that Jesus said!
Come, weary souls oppressed,
Come take My yoke and learn of Me,
And I will give you rest.
And I will give you rest,
And I will give you rest,
Come take my yoke and learn of Me,
And I will give you rest.

O precious word that Jesus said!
The world I overcame;
And they who follow where I lead
Shall conquer in My Name.
Shall conquer in My Name,
Shall conquer in My Name,
And they who follow where I lead
Shall conquer in My Name.

Terrible thought! shall I alone—
Who may be saved—Shall I
Of all, alas! whom I have known,
Through sin for ever die?

While all my old companions dear,
With whom I once did live,
Joyful at God’s right hand appear,
A blessing to receive.

Shall I, amidst a ghastly band,
Dragged to the judgment seat,
Far on the left with horror stand,
My fearful doom to meet?

Ah, no! I still may turn and live,
For still His wrath delays;
He now vouchsafes a kind reprieve,
And offers me His grace.

I will accept His offers now,
From every sin depart,
Perform my oft-repeated vow
And render Him my heart.

I will improve what I receive,
The grace through Jesus giv’n;
Sure, if with God on earth I live,
To live with Him in Heav’n.

Jesus, Lord, we look to Thee;
Let us in Thy Name agree;
Show Thyself the Prince of Peace,
Bid our strife forever cease.

By Thy reconciling love
Every stumbling block remove;
Each to each unite, endear;
Come, and spread Thy banner here.

Make us of one heart and mind,
Gentle, courteous, and kind,
Lowly, meek, in thought and word,
Altogether like our Lord.

Let us for each other care,
Each the other’s burdens bear;
To Thy church the pattern give,
Show how true believers live.

Free from anger and from pride;
Let us thus in God abide;
All the depths of love express,
All the heights of holiness.

Let us then with joy remove
To the family above;
On the wings of angels fly,
Show how true believers die.

I have heard of a land on the far away strand,
’Tis a beautiful home of the soul;
Built by Jesus on high, where we never shall die,
’Tis a land where we never grow old.

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Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where we’ll never grow old;
Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where we’ll never grow old.

In that beautiful home where we’ll never more roam,
We shall be in the sweet by and by;
Happy praise to the King through eternity sing,
’Tis a land where we never shall die.

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When our work here is done and the life crown is won,
And our troubles and trials are o’er;
All our sorrow will end, and our voices will blend,
With the loved ones who’ve gone on before.

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“Everlasting life!” is the promise giv’n unto them
Who love the Savior dear.
“Everlasting life!” and a home in Heav’n,
If you will believe His Name.

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Then believe Him! O receive Him!
Blessèd Savior, kingly favor.
Give Him ever best endeavor,
For with Him is everlasting life!

“Everlasting life!” shout it far and wide,
Blessèd tidings of salvation free.
“Everlasting life!” thro’ His blood applied,
To the sinner in his woe.

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“Everlasting life!” there is naught to do but to take
The words He gives you now.
“Everlasting life!” precious gift for you,
Thro’ the Savior crucified.

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Bread of Heav’n on Thee we feed,
For Thy flesh is meat indeed:
Ever may our souls be fed
With this true and living Bread;
Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of Him Who died.

Vine of Heav’n, Thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice,
Lord, Thy wounds our healing give,
To Thy cross we look and live:
Jesus, may we ever be
Grafted, rooted, built in Thee.

Bread of Heav’n! on Thee I feed,
For Thy flesh is meat indeed.
Ever may my soul be fed
With this true and living bread;
Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of Him who died.

Vine of Heav’n! Thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice.
’Tis Thy wounds my healing give:
To Thy cross I look and live.
Thou my life! oh, let me be
Rooted, grafted, built on Thee.

Father, who dost Thy children feed
With manna rainèd from above;
Who dost the saving chalice give,
Filled by Thy hand in wondrous love:
We praise Thee for Thy mercies sent
To us in this great sacrament.

O Word made flesh, whom we adore,
The living Bread sent down from Heav’n,
Whose wondrous passion here shown forth
Is the great pledge of sin forgiven;
We praise Thee for Thy mercies sent
To us in this great sacrament.

O Holy Spirit, who dost reign
These earthly elements to bless,
Making the bread His flesh to be,
The wine His blood, as we confess;
We praise Thee for Thy mercies sent
To us in this great sacrament.

Ye holy angels, who, with us,
Around God’s altar lowly bow,
Adoring there the Crucified,
Whose precious death is pleaded now,
O praise Him for His mercies sent
To us in this great sacrament!

Ye blessèd saints, enthroned on high,
Who once the paths of earth did tread,
Who reached in safety God’s abode,
As strengthened by this living bread;
O praise Him for His mercies sent
To us in this great sacrament!

O Holy Father, Holy Son,
And Holy Spirit, whom we love,
Guide, strengthen, save us here below,
And bring us to our home above,
To praise Thee for Thy mercies sent
To us in this great sacrament!

I love to hear the story how the Lord from Heaven came
And did not fear to visit men in all their sin and shame;
But touched the sick and made them well, the blind and they did see,
And said of little children, “Suffer them to come to Me.”

I love to think of Jesus as my gentle Shepherd Lord
Who leads in heav’nly pastures those who love to hear His Word;
And when I am in sorrow, and sore trouble makes me fear,
I hear Him say: “Be not afraid, My child, for I am near!”

I love to speak to Him alone in words of song and prayer
In darkest night and roughest way, for He is with me there;
And so He guides me that each day I may not fail to see
The way to Heav’n, that where He is, there also may I be.

Jesus, to Thy table led,
Now let every heart be fed
With the true and living Bread.

While in penitence we kneel,
Thy sweet presence let us feel,
All Thy wondrous love reveal.

While on Thy dear cross we gaze,
Mourning o’er our sinful ways,
Turn our sadness into praise.

When we taste the mystic wine,
Of Thine outpoured blood the sign,
Fill our hearts with love divine.

Draw us to Thy wounded side,
Whence there flowed the healing tide;
There our sins and sorrows hide.

From the bonds of sin release,
Cold and wavering faith increase;
Lamb of God, grant us Thy peace.

Lead us by Thy piercèd hand,
Till around Thy throne we stand
In the bright and better land.

Lord Jesus Christ, Thou living Bread,
May I for mine possess Thee.
I would with heav’nly food be fed;
Descend, refresh, and bless me.
Now make me meet for Thee, O Lord;
Now, humbly by my heart implored,
Grant me Thy grace and mercy.

Thou me to pastures green dost guide,
To quiet waters lead me;
Thy table Thou dost well provide
And from Thy hand dost feed me.
Sin, weakness, and infirmity
Am I; O Savior, give to me
The cup of Thy salvation.

O Bread of Heav’n, my soul’s Delight,
For full and free remission
With prayer I come before Thy sight,
In sorrow and contrition.
With faith adorn my soul that I
May to Thy table now draw nigh
With Thine own preparation.

I merit not Thy favor, Lord,
Sin now upon me lieth;
Beneath my burden, self-abhorred,
To Thee my spirit crieth.
In all my grief this comforts me,
That Thou on sinners graciously,
Lord Jesus, hast compassion.

O Food of men wayfaring,
The bread of angels sharing,
O Manna from on high!
We hunger; Lord, supply us,
Nor Thy delights deny us,
Whose hearts to Thee draw nigh.

O stream of love past telling,
O purest fountain, welling
From out the Savior’s side!
We faint with thirst; revive us,
Of Thine abundance give us,
And all we need provide.

O Jesus, by Thee bidden,
We here adore Thee, hidden
’Neath forms of bread and wine.
Grant when the veil is riven,
We may behold, in heaven,
Thy countenance divine.

O living Bread from heaven,
How hast Thou fed Thy guest!
The gifts Thou now hast given
Have filled my heart with rest.
O wondrous food of blessing,
O cup that heals our woes,
My heart, this gift possessing,
In thankful song o’erflows!

My Lord, Thou here hast led me
Within Thy holiest place,
And there Thyself hast fed me
With treasures of Thy grace;
And Thou hast freely given
What earth could never buy,
The Bread of Life from heaven,
That now I shall not die.

Thou givest all I wanted,
The food can death destroy;
And Thou has freely granted
The cup of endless joy.
And Lord, I do not merit
The favor Thou hast shown,
And all my soul and spirit
Bow down before Thy throne.

Lord, grant me that, thus strengthened
With heavenly food, while here
My course on earth is lengthened,
I serve with holy fear;
And when Thou call’st my spirit
To leave this world below,
I enter, through Thy merit,
Where joys unmingled flow.

Thee we adore, O hidden Savior, Thee,
Who in Thy sacrament dost deign to be;
Both flesh and spirit at Thy presence fail,
Yet here Thy presence we devoutly hail.

O blest memorial of our dying Lord,
Who living Bread to men doth here afford!
O may our souls forever feed on Thee,
And Thou, O Christ, forever precious be.

Fountain of gladness, Jesu, Lord and God,
Cleanse us, unclean, with Thy most cleansing blood;
Increase our faith and love, that we may know
The hope and peace which from Thy presence flow.

O Christ, whom now beneath a veil we see,
May what we thirst for soon our portion be,
To gaze on Thee unveiled, and see Thy face,
The vision of Thy glory and Thy grace.

Thy presence, gracious God, afford;
Prepare us to receive Thy Word:
Now let Thy voice engage our ear,
And faith be mixed with what we hear.

Distracting thoughts and cares remove,
And fix our hearts and hopes above:
With food divine may we be fed,
And satisfied with living bread.

To us the sacred Word apply
With sovereign power and energy;
And may we, in Thy faith and fear,
Reduce to practice what we hear.

Father, in us Thy Son reveal;
Teach us to know and do Thy will.
Thy saving power and love display,
And guide us to the realms of day.

In the quiet consecration
Of this glad communion hour,
Here we rest in You, Lord Jesus,
Taste Your love, and touch Your power.

Christ our living Bread from Heaven,
Lord, whose blood is drink indeed;
Here by faith and with thanksgiving
In this feast on You we feed.

By Your death for sin atoning,
By Your resurrection life,
Hold us fast in blessèd union;
Gird us, nerve us for the strife.

While afar in solemn radiance
Shines the feast that is to come
After conflict, toil, and testing—
Your great feast of love and home.

O Lord! and is Thy table spread,
And doth Thy cup with truth o’erflow?
Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them all its sweetness know.

Hail, sacred feast which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of His flesh and blood!
Thrice happy we who here partake
That sacred stream, that heavenly food.

O, let Thy table honored be,
And furnished well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see
That here its sacred pledges tastes.

Nor let Thy spreading Gospel rest
Till through the world Thy truth has run;
Till with this bread all men are blest
Who see the light, or feel the sun.

O Food that weary pilgrims love,
O Bread of angel hosts above,
O Manna of the saints,
The hungry soul would feed on Thee;
Ne’er may the heart unsolaced be
Which for Thy sweetness faints.

O Fount of love, O cleansing Tide,
Which from the Savior’s piercèd side
And sacred heart dost flow,
Be ours to drink of Thy pure rill,
Which only can our spirits fill,
And all our need bestow.

Lord Jesu, whom, by power divine
Now hidden ’neath the outward sign,
We worship and adore,
Grant, when the veil away is rolled,
With open face we may behold
Thyself forevermore.

Jesu, gentlest Savior,
Thou art in us now,
Fill us with Thy goodness,
Till our hearts o’erflow.

Multiply our graces,
Chiefly love and fear,
And, dear Lord, the chiefest,
Grace to persevere.

Oh, how can we thank Thee,
For a gift like this,
Gift that truly maketh
Heav’n’s eternal bliss!

Ah! when wilt Thou always
Make our hearts Thy home?
We must wait for Heaven;
Then the day will come.

Since my soul is saved and sanctified,
Feasting, I’m feasting,
In this land of Canaan I’ll abide,
Feasting with my Lord.

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Feasting, I am feasting,
Feasting with my Lord;
I’m feasting, I am feasting,
On the living Word.

Feeding on the honey and the wine,
Feasting, I’m feasting,
Gathering the clusters from the vine,
Feasting with my Lord.

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Day by day we have a new supply,
Feasting, I’m feasting,
And the food is never stale or dry,
Feasting with my Lord.

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Many times we have an extra spread,
Feasting, I’m feasting,
When to deeper truths I have been led,
Feasting with my Lord.

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Often there are only just we two,
Feasting, I’m feasting,
Then He tells me what He’d have me do,
Feasting with my Lord.

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If perchance the cupboard’s scarce of bread,
Feasting, I’m feasting,
On the hidden manna I am fed,
Feasting with my Lord.

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Zion, to Thy Savior singing,
To thy Prince and Shepherd bringing,
Sweetest hymns of love and praise,
Thou wilt never reach the measure
Of His worth, by all the treasure
Of thy most ecstatic lays.

Of all wonders that can thrill thee,
And, with adoration fill thee,
What than this can greater be,
That Himself to thee He giveth?
He that eateth ever liveth,
For the Bread of Life is He.

Fill thy lips to overflowing
With sweet praise, His mercy showing
Who this heav’nly table spread:
On this day so glad and holy,
To each longing spirit lowly
Giveth He the living Bread.

Here the King hath spread His table,
Whereon eyes of faith are able
Christ our Passover to trace:
Shadows of the law are going,
Light and life and truth inflowing,
Night to day is giving place.

Lo, this angels’ food descending
Heavenly love is hither sending,
Hungry lips on earth to feed:
So the paschal lamb was given,
So the manna came from Heaven,
Isaac was His type indeed.

O Good Shepherd, Bread life giving,
Us, Thy grace and life receiving,
Feed and shelter evermore;
Thou on earth our weakness guiding,
We in Heav’n with Thee abiding,
With all saints will Thee adore.

The Lord ascendeth up on high,
The Lord hath triumphed gloriously,
In power and might excelling;
The grave and hell are captive led,
Lo! He returns, our glorious Head,
To His eternal dwelling.

The heavens with joy receive their Lord,
By saints, by angel hosts adored,
O day of exultation!
O earth, adore thy glorious King!
His rising, His ascension sing
With grateful adoration!

Our great High Priest hath gone before,
Now on His Church His grace to pour,
And still His love He giveth;
O may our hearts to Him ascend;
May all within us upward tend
To Him Who ever liveth!

Since I started out to find Thee,
Since I to the cross did flee,
Every bridge is burned behind me;
I will never turn from Thee.

Refrain

Strengthen all the ties that bind me
Closer, closer, Lord to Thee,
Every bridge is burned behind me;
Thine I evermore will be.

Thou didst hear my plea so kindly;
Thou didst grant me so much grace,
Every bridge is burned behind me;
I will ne’er my steps retrace.

Refrain

Cares of life perplex and grind me,
Yet I keep the narrow way.
Every bridge is burned behind me;
I from Thee will never stray.

Refrain

All in All I ever find Thee,
Savior, Lover, Brother, Friend,
Every bridge is burned behind me;
I will serve Thee to the end.

Refrain

I need Thee, precious Jesus,
For I am full of sin;
My soul is dark and guilty,
My heart is dead within.
I need the cleansing fountain
Where I can always flee,
The blood of Christ most precious,
The sinner’s perfect plea.

I need Thee, precious Jesus,
For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,
I have no earthly store.
I need the love of Jesus
To cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubting footsteps,
To be my strength and stay.

I need Thee, precious Jesus,
I need a friend like Thee,
A friend to soothe and pity,
A friend to care for me.
I need the heart of Jesus
To feel each anxious care,
To tell my every trouble,
And all my sorrows share.

I need Thee, precious Jesus,
I need Thee, day by day,
To fill me with Thy fullness,
To lead me on my way;
I need Thy Holy Spirit,
To teach me what I am,
To show me more of Jesus,
To point me to the Lamb.

I need Thee, precious Jesus,
And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow
And seated on Thy throne.
There, with Thy blood bought children,
My joy shall ever be,
To sing Thy praises, Jesu,
To gaze, O Lord, on Thee.

When wounded sore, the stricken heart
Lies bleeding and unbound,
One only hand, a piercèd hand,
Can salve the sinner’s wound.

When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner’s woe.

When penitential grief has wept
Over some foul dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.

’Tis Jesus’ blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief,
His heart that’s touched with all our joys,
And feels for all our grief.

Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin
But in Thy wounded side.