1 Corinthians 3:19

• [1Co 3:19] They Tell Me The Story Of Jesus Is Old

  They tell me the story of Jesus is old, And they ask that we preach something new; They say that the Babe, and the Man of the cross, For the wise of this world will not do. Refrain It can never grow old, it can never grow old, Though a million times over the story is told; While sin lives unvanquished, and death rules the world, The story of Jesus can never grow old. Yet the story is old, as the sunlight is old, Though it’s new every morn all the same; As it floods all the world with its gladness and light, Kindling faraway stars by its flame. Refrain For what can we tell to the weary of heart, If we preach not salvation from sin? And how can we comfort the souls that depart, If we tell not how Christ rose again? Refrain So with sorrow we turn from the wise of this world, To the wanderers far from the fold; With hearts for the message they’ll join in our song, That the story can never grow old. Refrain

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1 Corinthians 11:23

• [1Co 11:23] Of The Glorious Body Telling

  Of the glorious body telling, O my tongue, its mysteries sing. And the blood, all price excelling, Which the world’s eternal King, In a noble womb once dwelling, Shed for this world’s ransoming. Given for us, for us descending, Of a virgin to proceed, Man with man in converse blending, Scattered He the Gospel seed, Till His sojourn drew to ending, Which He closed in glorious deed. At the last great supper lying Circled by His brethren’s band, Meekly with the law complying, First he finished the command, Then, immortal food supplying, Gave Himself with His own hand. Word made flesh, by word He maketh Very bread His flesh to be; Man in wine Christ’s blood partaketh: And if senses fail to see, Faith alone the true heart waketh To behold the mystery. Therefore we, before Him bending, This great sacrament revere; Types and shadows have their ending, For the newer rite is here; Faith, our outward sense befriending, Makes the inward vision clear. Glory let us give, and blessing To the Father, and the Son; Honor, might, and praise addressing, While eternal ages run; Ever too His love confessing, Who, from both, with both is one.

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• [1Co 11:23] ’twas On That Dark, That Doleful Night

  ’Twas on that dark, that doleful night When powers of earth and hell arose Against the Son of God’s delight, And friends betrayed Him to His foes: Before the mournful scene began, He took the bread, and blessed, and brake: What love through all His actions ran! What wondrous words of grace He spake! “This is My body, broke for sin; Receive and eat the living food:” Then took the cup, and blessed the wine; “’Tis the new cov’nant in My blood.” For us His flesh with nails was torn, He bore the scourge, He felt the thorn; And justice poured upon His head Its heavy vengeance in our stead. For us His vital blood was spilt, To buy the pardon of our guilt, When, for black crimes of biggest size, He gave His soul a sacrifice. “Do this,” He cried, “till time shall end, In memory of your dying Friend; Meet at My table, and record The love of your departed Lord.” Jesus, Thy feast we celebrate, We show Thy death, we sing Thy Name, Till Thou return, and we shall eat The marriage supper of the Lamb.

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• [1Co 11:23] ’twas On That Night When Doomed To Know

  ’Twas on that night, when doomed to know The eager rage of every foe, That night in which He was betrayed, The Savior of the world took bread. And after thanks and glory giv’n To Him that rules in earth and Heav’n, That symbol of His flesh He broke, And thus to all his foll’wers spoke: “My broken body thus I give For you, for all. Take, eat, and live. And oft the sacred rite renew That brings My saving love to view.” Then in His hands the cup He raised, And God anew He thanked and praised, While kindness in His bosom glowed, And from His lips salvation flowed. “My blood I thus pour forth,” He cries, “To cleanse the soul in sin that lies; In this the covenant is sealed, And heaven’s eternal grace revealed. “With love to man this cup is fraught; Let all partake the sacred draught; Through latest ages let it pour, In memory of My dying hour.”

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• [1Co 11:23] Awe-full Mystery Is Here, An

  An awe-full mystery is here To challenge faith and waken fear: The Savior comes as food divine, Concealed in earthly bread and wine. This world is loveless—but above What wondrous boundlessness of love! The King of Glory stoops to me My spirit’s life and strength to be. In consecrated wine and bread No eye perceives the mystery dread; But Jesus’ words are strong and clear; “My body and My blood are here.” How dull are all the powers of sense Employed on proofs of love immense! The richest food remains unseen, And highest gifts appear—how mean! But here we have no boon on earth, And faith alone discerns its worth. The Word, not sense, must be our guide, And faith assure since sight’s denied. Lord, show us still that Thou art good And grant us evermore this food. Give faith to every wavering soul And make each wounded spirit whole.

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1 Corinthians 11:26

• [1Co 11:26] A Parting Hymn We Sing

  A parting hymn we sing Around Thy table, Lord, Again our grateful tribute bring, Our solemn vows record. Here have we seen Thy face, And felt Thy presence here; So may the savor of Thy grace, In word and life appear. The purchase of Thy blood, By sin no longer led, The path our dear Redeemer trod May we rejoicing tread. In self forgetting love Be our communion shown, Until we join the Church above, And know as we are known.

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• [1Co 11:26] Invited Lord, By Boundless Grace

  Invited, Lord, by boundless grace, I stand a guest before Thy face; As Host Thou spreadst no common food: Here is Thy body and Thy blood. How holy is this sacrament Where pardon, peace, and life are spent! This bread and cup my lips have pressed; Thou blessedst, and my soul is blessed. Now lettest Thou Thy guest depart With full assurance in his heart. For such communion, Lord, with Thee A new life may my off’ring be. When Thou shalt in Thy glory come To gather all Thy people home, Then let me, as Thy heav’nly guest, In anthems praise Thee with the blest.

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