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The Gospel Feast

Hymnal: DWIP1787 #LIX (1787) First Line: How rich are thy provisions, Lord Lyrics: 1 How rich are thy provisions, Lord! Thy table furnish'd from above! The fruits of life o'erspread the board, The cup o'erflows with heavenly love. 2 Thine ancient family, the jews, Were first invited to the feast: We humbly take what they refuse, And Gentiles thy salvation taste. 3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame; And help was far, and death was nigh! But at the gospel call, we came, And every want receiv'd supply. 4 From the high way that leads to hell, From paths of darkness and despair, Lord, we are come with thee to dwell, Glad to enjoy thy presence here. 5 Our everlasting love shall flow, To him who left his blest abode, And fought these darksome realms below, To bring us wanderers back to God. Scripture: Luke 14:16-23 Languages: English
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Christian Virtues

Hymnal: DWIP1787 #LV (1787) First Line: Strait is the way, the door is strait Lyrics: 1 Strait is the way, the door is strait, That leads to joys on high; 'Tis but a few that find the gate, While crouds mistake, and die. 2 Beloved self must be deny'd, The mind and will renew'd Passion suppress'd, and patience try'd, And vain desires subdu'd. 3 The love of gold be banished hence, (That vile idolatry) And every member, every sense In sweet subjection lie. 4 The tongue, that most unruly power, Requires a strong restraint; We must be watchful every hour, And pray, but never faint. 5 Lord! can a feeble helpless worm Fulfil a task so hard? Thy grace must all my work perform, And give the free reward. Languages: English
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Communion with Christ and with Saints

Hymnal: DWIP1787 #LVI (1787) First Line: Jesus invites his saints Lyrics: 1 Jesus invites his saints To meet around his board: Here pardon'd rebels sit and hold Communion with their Lord. 2 For food he gives his flesh; He bids us drink his blood; Amazing favour! matchless grace, Of our descending God! 3 This holy bread and wine, Maintain our fainting breath, By union with our living Lord, And interest in his death. 4 Our heavenly Father calls Christ and his members one: We are the children of his love, And he the first-born Son. 5 Let all our powers be join'd, His glorious name to raise; Pleasure and love fill every mind, And every voice be praise. Scripture: 1 Corinthians 10:16-17 Languages: English
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The Memorial of our absent Lord

Hymnal: DWIP1787 #LVII (1787) First Line: The Lord ascends above the skies Lyrics: 1 The Lord ascends above the skies, Where our weak senses reach him not; And carnal objects court our eyes, To thrust our Saviour from our thought. 2 He knows what wandering hearts we have, That lose the memory of his face; And, to refresh our minds, he gave These kind memorials of his grace. 3 The Lord of life this table spread With his own flesh and dying blood, We on the rich provision feed, And taste the wine, and bless our God. 4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot, And earth grow less in our esteem; Christ and his love fill every thought, And faith and hope be fix'd on him. 5 Whilst he is absent from our sight, 'Tis to prepare our souls a place; That we may dwell in heav'nly light, And live forever near his face. Scripture: John 14:3 Languages: English
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Christ Crucify'd; the Wisdom and Power of God

Hymnal: DWIP1787 #LVIII (1787) First Line: Nature with open volume stands Lyrics: 1 Nature with open volume stands, To spread her Maker's praise abroad; And every labour of his hands Displays the wisdom of a God: 2 But in the grace that rescu'd man, His brightest form of glory shines; Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn In precious blood and crimson lines. 3 Here I behold his inmost heart, Where grace and vengeance strangely join; Piercing his Son with shaprest smart, To make the purchas'd pleasures mine. 4 Oh! the sweet wonders of that cross, Where God, the Saviour lov'd and dy'd! Her noblest life my spirit draws From his dear wounds, and bleeding side. 5 I would forever speak his name In sounds to mortal ears unknown, With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at his Father's throne. Languages: English
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Our Lord Jesus at his own table

Hymnal: DWIP1787 #LX (1787) First Line: The memory of our dying Lord Lyrics: 1 The memory of our dying Lord Awakes a thankful tongue: How rich he spread his royal board, And bless'd the food, and sung. 2 Happy the men that eat this bread, But doubly bless'd was he That gently bow'd his loving head, And lean'd it, Lord, on thee. 3 By faith the same delights we taste As that great favorite did, And sit and lean on Jesus' breast, And take the sacred bread. 4 Down from the palace of the skies; The King of grace descends! "Come my beloved, eat, (he cries) "And drink salvation friends. 5 Hosannah to his bounteous love, For such a feast below! And yet he feeds his saints above With nobler blessings too. 6 Come the dear day, the glorious hour, That brings our souls to God, Then we shall need these types no more, But taste the heavenly food. Languages: English
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Grace and Glory by the Death of Christ

Hymnal: DWIP1787 #LXI (1787) First Line: While sitting round our Father's board Lyrics: 1 While sitting round our father's board, We raise our tuneful breath; Our faith beholds her dying Lord, And dooms our sins to death. 2 We see the blood of Jesus shed, Whence all our pardons rise, The sinner views th' atonement made, And loves the sacrifice. 3 Thy cruel thorns, thy shameful cross; Procure us heavenly crowns: Our gain arises from thy loss; Our healing, from thy wounds. 4 Not all the race of mortals here, Who dwell in feeble clay, For thee can equal sufferings bear Or equal thanks repay. Languages: English
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Divine Glories and Graces

Hymnal: DWIP1787 #LXII (1787) First Line: How faiir their thy glories here Lyrics: 1 How fair thy glories here display'd, Great God, how bright they shine; While at thy word we break the bread, And pour the flowing wine! 2 Here thy revenging justice stands, And pleads its dreadful cause; Here saving mercy spreads her hands, Like Jesus on the cross. 3 Our cheerful hope that waiting sits, To heaven directs her sight; Here every warmer passion meets, And warmer powers unite. 4 Zeal and revenge perform their part, And rising sin destroy; Repentance comes with aching heart, Yet ne'er forbids the joy. 5 Dear saviour, change our faith to sight, Let sin forever die; Then shall our souls be all delight, And every tear be dry. Languages: English
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Our Saviour present at his Table

Hymnal: DWIP1787 #LXIII (1787) First Line: Come, let us join the sacred song Lyrics: 1 Come let us join the sacred song To our ascended Lord; Ye saints and angels round the throne, And we around his board. 2 Tho' rais'd beyond the worlds of light, His brighter glories shine, Where purer souls enjoy the sight And presence more divine. 3 Yet here, unseen by mortal eyes, The boundless God resides, Renews the atoning sacrifice And o'er the feast presides. 4 Let every hand that shares the food And every heart with fear, Feel the full presence of the God, That spreads his bounties here. 5 But Oh, the love, the wondrous love The bleeding Lord displays, Shall earth's united songs improve, And heaven's eternal praise. Languages: English
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Invitation to the gospel-feast

Hymnal: DWIP1787 #LXIV (1787) First Line: The king of heaven his table spreads Lyrics: 1 The King of heaven his table spreads, And dainties crown the board; Not paradise with all its joys Could such delight afford. 2 Lo, in the blood that Jesus shed, To raise the soul to heaven, Pardon and peace to dying men, And endless life are given. 3 Ye hungry poor, who long have starv'd In sin’s dark mazes, come; Come from the hedges and highways, And grace shall find you room. 4 Millions of souls, in glory now, Were fed and feasted here, And millions more, still on the way, Around the board appear. 5 All things are ready, come away, Nor weak excuses frame; Assume your places at the feast, And bless the founder’s name. Languages: English

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