Luke 22:1-71

• [Luk 22:19] According To Thy Gracious Word

  According to Thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember Thee. Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from Heaven shall be; The testamental cup I take, And thus remember Thee. Gethsemane can I forget? Or there Thy conflict see, Thine agony, and bloody sweat, And not remember Thee? When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, I must remember Thee; Remember Thee, and all Thy pains And all Thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember Thee. And when these failing lips grow dumb And mind and memory flee, When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, Jesus, remember me.

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• [Luk 22:19] Because Thou Hast Said

  Because Thou hast said, “Do this for My sake,” The mystical bread we gladly partake; We thirst for the Spirit that flows from above, And long to inherit Thy fullness of love. ’Tis here we look up and grasp at Thy mind, ’Tis here that we hope Thine image to find; The means of bestowing Thy gifts we embrace; But all things are owing to Jesus’ grace.
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• [Luk 22:19] Do This; Remember Me!

  Our Lord and His disciples at table were as one, And Jesus thought of the morrow, His work here nearly done. With one last night together, they knew not what would be, But Jesus had one final word: “Do This; Remember Me!” Thanksgiving to the Father, an ancient feast made new. Christ said, “This is My body, My body giv’n for you.” The holy bread was broken and shared with Jesus’ plea That His words not be forgotten: “Do This; Remember Me!” He took the cup of blessing, the blood of Jesus shed That all might know forgiveness, received when Jesus bled. Salvation now available to all on bended knee Who repent and follow His command: “Do This; Remember Me!” Yes, Christ’s command continues to all who serve His Name To go and make disciples, that all would sing His fame. And gathered at one table His holy church shall see Our Master is still calling: “Do This; Remember Me!”

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• [Luk 22:19] For The Bread, Which Thou Hast Broken

  For the bread, which Thou hast broken; For the wine, which Thou hast poured; For the words, which Thou hast spoken— Now we give Thee thanks, O Lord. By this pledge that Thou dost love us, By Thy gift of peace restored, By Thy call to Heaven above us, Hallow all our lives, O Lord. With our sainted ones in glory, Seated at our Father’s board, May the Church that waiteth for Thee Keep love’s tie unbroken, Lord. In Thy service, Lord, defend us, In our hearts keep watch and ward; In the world where Thou dost send us Let Thy kingdom come, O Lord.

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• [Luk 22:19] How Happy Are Thy Servants, Lord

  How happy are Thy servants, Lord, Who thus remember Thee! What tongue can tell our sweet accord, Our perfect harmony? Who Thy mysterious supper share, Here at Thy table fed, Many, and yet but one we are, One undivided bread. One with the living bread divine Which now by faith we eat, Our hearts and minds and spirits join, And all in Jesus meet. So dear the tie where souls agree In Jesus’ dying love! Then only can it closer be, When all are joined above.

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• [Luk 22:19] If Human Kindness Meets Return

  If human kindness meets return, And owns the grateful tie; If tender thoughts within us burn To feel a friend is nigh; O shall not warmer accents tell The gratitude we owe To Him Who died, our fears to quell, Our more than orphan’s woe! While yet His anguished soul surveyed Those pangs he would not flee, What love His latest words displayed, “Meet and remember me!” Remember Thee! Thy death, Thy shame Our sinful hearts to share! O memory, leave no other name But His recorded there.

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• [Luk 22:19] Jesus, Master, Hear Me Now

  Jesus, Master, hear me now, While I would renew my vow, And record Thy dying love; Hear, and help me from above. Feed me, Savior, with this bread, Broken in Thy body’s stead; Cheer my spirit with this wine, Streaming like that blood of Thine. And as now I eat and drink, Let me truly, sweetly think, Thou didst hang upon the tree, Broken, bleeding, there—for me.
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• [Luk 22:19] Now The Silence

  Now the silence, now the peace, Now the empty hands uplifted; Now the kneeling, now the plea, Now the Father’s arms in welcome; Now the hearing, now the power, Now the vessel brimmed for pouring; Now the body, now the blood, Now the joyful celebration; Now the wedding, now the songs, Now the heart forgiven, leaping; Now the Spirit’s visitation, Now the Son’s epiphany; Now the Father’s blessing, Now, now, now.

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• [Luk 22:19] Sing, My Tongue, The Savior’s Glory

  Sing, my tongue, the Savior’s glory, Of His flesh the mystery sing, Of the blood, all price exceeding, Shed by our immortal King, Destined, for the world’s redemption, From a noble womb to spring. Of a pure and spotless virgin, Born for us, His love to show, He, as man, with man conversing, Stayed, the seeds of truth to sow; Then He closed in wondrous fashion, This His life on earth below. On the night of that Last Supper, Seated with His chosen band, He, the paschal victim eating, First fulfills the law’s command; Then as food to all His brethren Gives Himself with His own hand. Christ, the Word made Flesh, by speaking, Earthly bread to flesh He turns; Wine becomes His blood so precious— Unconceived in human terms! Hearts sincere perceive this marvel; Faith its lessons quickly learns. Down in adoration falling, This great sacrament we hail; Over ancient forms of worship Newer rites of grace prevail; Faith tells us that Christ is present When our human senses fail. To the everlasting Father, And the Son Who made us free, And the Spirit, God proceeding, From them each eternally, Be salvation, honor, blessing, Might and endless majesty.

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• [Luk 22:19] Sweet Feast Of Love Divine

  Sweet feast of love divine! ’Tis grace that makes us free To feed upon this bread and wine, In memory, Lord, of Thee. Here every welcome guest Waits, Lord, from Thee to learn The secrets of Thy Father’s breast, And all Thy grace discern. Here conscience ends its strife, And faith delights to prove The sweetness of the bread of life, The fullness of Thy love. Thy blood that flowed for sin, In symbol here we see, And feel the blessèd pledge within, That we are loved of Thee. But if this glimpse of love Is so divinely sweet, What will it be, O Lord, above, Thy gladdening smile to meet— To see Thee face to face, Thy perfect likeness wear, And all Thy ways of wondrous grace Through endless years declare!

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• [Luk 22:27] Toil Of Brain, Or Heart, Or Hand, The

  The toil of brain, or heart, or hand, Is man’s appointed lot; He who God’s call can understand, Will work and murmur not. Toil is no thorny crown of pain, Bound round man’s brow for sin; True souls, from it, all strength may gain, High manliness may win. O God! Who workest hitherto, Working in all we see, Fain would we be, and bear, and do, As best it pleaseth Thee. Where’er Thou sendest we will go, Nor any question ask, And what Thou biddest we will do, Whatever be the task. Our skill of hand, and strength of limb, Are not our own, but Thine; We link them to the work of Him Who made all life divine! Our brother-friend, Thy holy Son, Shared all our lot and strife; And nobly will our work be done, If molded by His life.

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• [Luk 22:29] Captains Of The Saintly Band

  Captains of the saintly band, Lights who lighten every land, Princes who with Jesus dwell, Judges of His Israel: On the nations sunk in night Ye have shed the Gospel light; Sin and error flee away; Truth reveals the promised day. Not by warrior’s spear and sword, Not by art of human word, Preaching but the Cross of shame, Rebel hearts for Christ ye tame. Earth, that long in sin and pain Groaned in Satan’s deadly chain, Now to serve its God is free In the law of liberty. Distant lands with one acclaim Tell the honor of your name, Who, wherever man has trod, Teach the mysteries of God. Glory to the Three in One While eternal ages run, Who from deepest shades of night Called us to His glorious light.

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• [Luk 22:40] O Savior! When Thy Loving Hand

  O Savior! when Thy loving hand Has brought us o’er the sea, Through perils many, safe to land— The land we longed to see. Oh, help us, for Thy help we need Each moment more and more In perils that we scarcely heed, More deadly, on the shore. Lord, save us! and the Christian name Oh, help us pure to keep, On sea or land, alike the same, Till we in death shall sleep. Then through Thy merits, washed and clean From sin’s polluting stain, In raiment white may we be seen With all Thy saints to reign.

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• [Luk 22:41] I Stand Amazed In The Presence

  I stand amazed in the presence Of Jesus the Nazarene, And wonder how He could love me, A sinner, condemned, unclean. Refrain O how marvelous! O how wonderful! And my song shall ever be: O how marvelous! O how wonderful! Is my Savior’s love for me! For me it was in the garden He prayed: “Not My will, but Thine.” He had no tears for His own griefs, But sweat drops of blood for mine. Refrain In pity angels beheld Him, And came from the world of light To comfort Him in the sorrows He bore for my soul that night. Refrain He took my sins and my sorrows, He made them His very own; He bore the burden to Calvary, And suffered and died alone. Refrain When with the ransomed in glory His face I at last shall see, ’Twill be my joy through the ages To sing of His love for me. Refrain

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• [Luk 22:42] Night, With Ebon Pinion

  Night, with ebon pinion, brooded o’er the vale; All around was silent, save the night wind’s wail, When Christ, the Man of Sorrows, In tears, and sweat, and blood, Prostrate in the garden, raised His voice to God. Smitten for offenses which were not His own, He, for our transgressions, had to weep alone; No friend with words to comfort, Nor hand to help was there, When the Meek and Lowly humbly bowed in prayer. “Abba, Father, Father, if indeed it may, Let this cup of anguish pass from Me, I pray; Yet, if it must be suffered, by Me, Thine only Son, Abba, Father, Father, let Thy will be done.”

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• [Luk 22:44] Sion’s Daughter, Weep No More

  Sion’s daughter, weep no more, Though thy troubled heart be sore; He of Whom the psalmist sung, He Who woke the prophet’s tongue, Christ, the Mediator blest, Brings thee everlasting rest. In a garden man became Heir of sin, and death, and shame; Jesus in a garden wins Life, and pardon for our sins; Through His hour of agony Praying in Gethsemane. There for us He intercedes; There with God the Father pleads; Willing there for us to drain To the dregs the cup of pain, That in everlasting day He may wipe our tears away. Therefore to His Name be giv’n, Glory both in earth and Heav’n; To the Father, and the Son, And the Spirit, Three in One, Honor, praise and glory be Now and through eternity.

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• [Luk 22:46] Lord, Through This Holy Week Of Our Salvation

  Lord, through this holy week of our salvation, Which Thou hast won for us who went astray, In all the conflict of Thy sore temptation, We would continue with Thee day by day. We would not leave Thee, though our weak endurance Make us unworthy here to take our part; Yet give us strength to trust the sweet assurance That Thou, O Lord, art greater than our heart. Thou didst forgive Thine own who slept for sorrow, Thou didst have pity, O have pity now, And let us watch through each sad eve and morrow With Thee, in holy prayer and solemn vow. Along that sacred way where Thou art leading, Which Thou didst take to save our souls from loss, Let us go also, till we see Thee pleading In all prevailing prayer upon Thy cross. Until Thou see Thy bitter travail’s ending, The world redeemed, the will of God complete, And, to Thy Father’s hands Thy soul commending, Thou lay the work He gave Thee at His feet.

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• [Luk 22:61] Jesus, Let Thy Pitying Eye

  Jesus, let Thy pitying eye Call back a wandering sheep; False to Thee, like Peter, I Would fain, like Peter, weep. Let me be by grace restored; On me be all long-suffering shown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Savior, Prince, enthroned above, Repentance to impart, Give me, through Thy dying love, The humble, contrite heart; Give what I have long implored, A portion of Thy grief unknown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. See me, Savior, from above, Nor suffer me to die; Life, and happiness, and love Drop from Thy gracious eye; Speak the reconciling word, And let Thy mercy melt me down; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Look, as when Thy languid eye Was closed that we might live; “Father,” at the point to die My Savior prayed, “forgive!” Surely, with that dying word, He turns, and looks, and cries, “’Tis done!” O my bleeding, loving Lord, Thou break’st my heart of stone!

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