1 Corinthians 10:17

• [1Co 10:17] Lord Jesus Christ, We Humbly Pray

  Lord Jesus Christ, we humbly pray That we may feed on Thee today; Beneath these forms of bread and wine Enrich us with Thy grace divine. The chastened peace of sin forgiv’n, The filial joy of heirs of Heav’n, Grant as we share this wondrous food Thy body broken and Thy blood. Our trembling hearts cleave to Thy Word; All Thou hast said Thou dost afford, All that Thou art we here receive, And all we are to Thee we give. One bread, one cup, one body, we United by our life in Thee, Thy love proclaim till Thou shalt come To bring Thy scattered loved ones home. Lord Jesus Christ, we humbly pray To keep us steadfast to that day That each may be Thy welcomed guest When Thou shalt spread Thy heavenly feast.

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1 Corinthians 15:35

• [1Co 15:35] Jesus Christ, My Sure Defense

  Jesus Christ, my sure Defense And my Savior, ever liveth; Knowing this, my confidence Rests upon the hope it giveth Though the night of death be fraught Still with many an anxious thought. Jesus, my Redeemer, lives; I, too, unto life shall waken. Endless joy my Savior gives; Shall my courage, then, be shaken? Shall I fear, or could the Head Rise and leave His members dead? Nay, too closely I am bound Unto Him by hope forever; Faith’s strong hand the Rock hath found, Grasped it, and will leave it never; Even death now cannot part From its Lord the trusting heart. I am flesh and must return Unto dust, whence I am taken; But by faith I now discern That from death I shall awaken With my Savior to abide In His glory, at His side. Glorified, I shall anew With this flesh then be enshrouded; In this body I shall view God, my Lord, with eyes unclouded; In this flesh I then shall see Jesus Christ eternally. Then these eyes my Lord shall know, My Redeemer and my Brother; In His love my soul shall glow— I myself, and not another! Then the weakness I feel here Shall forever disappear. They who sorrow here and moan There in gladness shall be reigning; Earthly here the seed is sown, There immortal life attaining, Here our sinful bodies die, Glorified to dwell on high. Then take comfort and rejoice, For His members Christ will cherish. Fear not, they will hear His voice; Dying, they shall never perish; For the very grave is stirred When the trumpet’s blast is heard. Laugh to scorn the gloomy grave And at death no longer tremble; He, the Lord, who came to save Will at last His own assemble. They will go their Lord to meet, Treading death beneath their feet. Oh, then draw away your hearts Now from pleasures base and hollow. There to share what He imparts, Here His footsteps ye must follow. Fix your hearts beyond the skies, Whither ye yourselves would rise.

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