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 15:3

• [1Co 15:3] To Him For Our Sins Was Slain

  To Him Who for our sins was slain, To Him, for all His dying pain, Sing we Alleluia! Sing we Alleluia! To Him the Lamb, our Sacrifice, Who gave His soul our ransom price, Sing we Alleluia! Sing we Alleluia! To Him Who died that we might die To sin, and live to Him on high, Sing we Alleluia! Sing we Alleluia! To Him Who rose that we might rise, And reign with Him beyond the skies, Sing we Alleluia! Sing we Alleluia! To Him Who now for us doth plead, And helpeth us in all our need, Sing we Alleluia! Sing we Alleluia! To Him Who doth prepare on high, Our home in immortality, Sing we Alleluia! Sing we Alleluia! To Him be glory be evermore; Ye heavenly hosts, your Lord adore; Sing we Alleluia! Sing we Alleluia! To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Our God most great, our joy and boast, Sing we Alleluia! Sing we Alleluia!

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1 Corinthians 15:44-45

• [1Co 15:45] Upon The Sixth Day Of The Week

  Upon the sixth day of the week The first man had his birth, In God’s own image bright and pure Created from the earth. Upon the sixth day of the week The second Adam died, And by the second Adam’s death Man was revivified. Upon the seventh day of the week God from His works did rest, And on that holy Sabbath day The works of God were blessed. Upon the seventh day of the week Christ in the grave did rest, The grave is now a holy place; A Sabbath for the blest. By tasting the forbidden tree Man fell in Paradise; Upon the tree Christ tasted death, And by His death we rise. Christ in a garden buried lay, Which spring-flowers did adorn; And there our Resurrection bloomed On the bright Easter morn. The grave itself a garden is, Where loveliest flowers abound, For Christ our amaranthine Life Sprang from the holy ground. He by the Spirit once was born Pure from the virgin’s womb, And by the Spirit once again, Born from the virgin tomb. Oh give us grace to die to sin, That we, O Lord, may have A holy, happy rest with Thee, A Sabbath in the grave. O may we buried be with Thee, And with Thee, Lord, arise To an eternal Easter-day Of glory in the skies!

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