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“ Ye do shew the Lord's death till he come.”
A spotless lamb, by God's command,
Was on the Jewish altar slain,
Could take away the sinner's stain :
But none, såve Jesus, God's own Son,
Could cleanse from sin, or stop the curse; His body broken, blood poured forth,
Redeemed the guilty Universe.
The work he finished : now no more
Jesus himself is offered up, Yet still, in thankful memory,
We break the bread, and take the cup;
And, as in love and joy and peace
His people in communion meet,
When Christ himself with them shall eat.
O Lord, thy dying love exceeds
What men or angels can declare ; Teach us, while here thy death we shew,
For thy bright presence to prepare.
“He took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them,
and blessed them.”
Mother, with thy precious load,
Then, upon the infant's face
may not shrink. Heirs of glory! heirs of bliss ! Such the children who are his ; He will help them through the fight, Crown, and give them robes of white; When the Lord the dead shall raise, Babes shall rise to give him praise : Now to God the Father be, And, Eternal Son, to thee Blessing, glory, honour, power, Through all ages evermore.
THE CARRYING ANGEL AND THE
“I heard a voice from Heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are
the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth : yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours, and their works do follow them."
ANGEL speaks :
“ Hail, Spirit, last from earth,
Well hast thou run,
Thy life in Heaven's begun ;
Standing in great Jehovah's sight."