2 Here have we seen thy face, And felt thy presence here; So may the savor of thy grace In word and life appear. 3 The purchase of thy blood— By sin no longer led— The path our dear Redeemer trod May we rejoicing tread. 4 In self-forgetting love Be Christian union shown, Until we join the Church above, And know as we are known. 531 S. M. Behold the Lamb of God. John 1:36. Not all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away its stain. 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Bears all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his dying love. 532 S. M. Foretastes. Mark 14:25. Blest feast of love divine! ’Tis grace that makes us free To feed upon this bread and wine, In memory, Lord, of thee! 2 That blood which flowed for sin, In symbol here we see, And feel the blesséd pledge within, That we are loved of thee. 3 O, if this glimpse of love Be so divinely sweet, What will it be, O Lord, above, Thy gladdening smile to meet! 4 To see thee face to face— Thy perfect likeness wear— And all thy ways of wondrous grace Through endless years declare! 533 8s & 7s. I will draw all men unto me. John 12:32. It is finished! Man of Sorrows! From thy cross our frailty borrows Strength to bear and conquer thus. 2 While extended there we view thee, Mighty Sufferer! draw us to thee; Sufferer victorious! 3 Not in vain for us uplifted, Man of Sorrows, wonder-gifted! May that sacred emblem be; 4 Lifted high amid the ages, Guide of heroes, saints, and sages; May it guide us still to thee! 534 7s. The body and blood of Christ. Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, For thy flesh is meat indeed; Ever let our souls be fed With this true and living bread. 2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice; Lord, thy wounds our healing give; To thy cross we look and live. 3 Day by day with strength supplied, Through the life of him who died, Lord of life, O let us be Rooted, grafted, built on thee. 535 8s & 7s. Leaving the Lord’s table.