THE MEMORABLE HYMN
"And when they had sung an hymn, they went out into the
mount of Olives."—Matthew 26:30.
occasion on which these words were spoken was the last meal of which Jesus
partook in company with His disciples before He went from them to His
shameful trial and His ignominious death. It was His farewell supper before
a bitter parting, and yet they needs must sing. He was on the brink of that
great depth of misery into which He was about to plunge, and yet He would
have them sing "an hymn." It is wonderful that He sang, and in a second
degree it is remarkable that they sang. We will consider both singular
Let us dwell a while on THE FACT THAT JESUS SANG AT SUCH A TIME AS THIS.
What does He teach us by it? Does He not say to each of us, His followers "My
religion is one of happiness and joy; I, your Master, by My example
would instruct you to sing even when the last solemn hour is come, and all
the glooms of death are gathering around you? Here, at the table, I am your
Singing-master, and set you lessons in music, in which My dying voice shall
lead you: notwithstanding all the griefs which overwhelm My heart, I will be
to you the Chief Musician, and the Sweet Singer of Israel "? If ever there
was a time when it would have been natural and consistent with the
solemnities of the occasion for the Saviour to have bowed His head upon the
table, bursting into a flood of tears; or, if ever there was a season when
He might have fittingly retired from all company, and have bewailed His
coming conflict in sighs and groans, it was just then. But no; that brave
heart will sing "an hymn." Our glorious Jesus plays the man beyond all other
men. Boldest of the sons of men, He quails not in the hour of battle, but
tunes His voice to loftiest psalmody. The genius of that Christianity of
which Jesus is the Head and Founder, its object, spirit, and design, are
happiness and joy, and they who receive it are able to sing in the very jaws
remark, however, is quite a secondary one to the next: our Lord's
complete fulfilment of the law is even more worthy of our attention. It
was customary, when the Passover was held, to sing, and this is the main
reason why the Saviour did so. During the Passover, it was usual to sing the
hundred and thirteenth, and five following Psalms, which were called the "Hallel."
The first commences, you will observe, in our version, with "Praise ye the
Lord!" or, "Hallelujah!" The hundred and fifteenth, and the three following,
were usually sung as the closing song of the Passover. Now, our Saviour
would not diminish the splend our of the great Jewish rite, although it was
the last time that He would celebrate it. No; there shall be the holy beauty
and delight of psalmody; none of it shall be stinted; the "Hallel" shall be
full and complete. We may safely believe that the Saviour sang through, or
probably chanted, the whole of these six Psalms; and my heart tells me that
there was no one at the table who sang more devoutly or more cheerfully than
did our blessed Lord. There are some parts of the hundred and eighteenth
Psalm, especially, which strike us as having sounded singularly grand, as
they flowed from His blessed lips. Note verses 22, 23, 24. Particularly
observe those words, near the end of the Psalm, and think you hear the Lord
Himself singing them, "God is the Lord, which hath shewed us light: bind the
sacrifice with cords, even unto the horns of the altar. Thou art my God, and
I will praise Thee: Thou art my God, I will exalt Thee. O give thanks unto
the Lord; for He is good: for His mercy endureth for ever."
then, it was the settled custom of Israel to recite or sing these Psalms,
our Lord Jesus Christ did the same; for He would leave nothing unfinished.
Just as, when He went down into the waters of baptism, He said, "Thus it
becometh us to fulfil all righteousness," so He seemed to say, when sitting
at the table, "Thus it becometh us to fulfil all righteousness; therefore
let us sing unto the Lord, as God's, people in past ages have done."
Beloved, let us view with holy wonder the strictness of the Saviour's
obedience to His Father's will, and let us endeavour to follow in His steps,
in all things, seeking to be obedient to the Lord's Word in the little
matters as well as in the great ones.
we not venture to suggest another and deeper reason? Did not the singing of
"an hymn" at the supper show the holy absorption of the Saviour's soul in
His Father's will? If, beloved, you knew that at—say ten o'clock
to-night—you would be led away to be mocked, and despised, and scourged, and
that tomorrow's sun would see you falsely accused, hanging, a convicted
criminal, to die upon a cross, do you think that you could sing tonight,
after your last meal? I am sure you could not, unless with more than earth-
born courage and resignation your soul could say, "Bind the sacrifice with
cords, even unto the horns of the altar." You would sing if your spirit were
like the Saviour's spirit; if, like Him, you could exclaim, "Not as I will,
but as Thou wilt;" but if there should remain in you any selfishness, any
desire to be spared the bitterness of death, you would not be able to chant
the "Hallel" with the Master. Blessed Jesus, how wholly wert Thou given up!
how perfectly consecrated! so that, whereas other men sing when they are
marching to their joys, Thou didst sing on the way to death; whereas other
men lift up their cheerful voices when honour awaits them, Thou hadst a
brave and holy sonnet on Thy lips when shame, and spitting, and death were
to be Thy portion.
singing of the Saviour also teaches us the whole-heartedness of the
Master in the work which He was about to do. The patriot-warrior sings
as he hastens to battle; to the strains of martial music he advances to meet
the foeman; and even thus the heart of our all-glorious Champion supplies
Him with song even in the dreadful hour of His solitary agony. He views the
battle, but He dreads it not; though in the contest His soul will be
"exceeding sorrowful even unto death," yet before it, He is like Job's
war-horse, "he saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle
afar off." He has a baptism to be baptized with, and He is straitened until
it be accomplished. The Master does not go forth to the agony in the garden
with a cowed and trembling spirit, all bowed and crushed in the dust; but He
advances to the conflict like a man who has his full strength about
him—taken out to be a victim (if I may use such a figure), not as a worn-out
ox that has long borne the yoke, but as the firstling of the bullock, in the
fulness of His strength. He goes forth to the slaughter, with His glorious
undaunted spirit fast and firm within Him, glad to suffer for His people's
sake and for His Father's glory.
"For as at first Thine all-pervading look
Saw from Thy Father's bosom to th' abyss,
Measuring in calm presage
The infinite descent;
So to the end, though now of mortal pangs
Made heir, and emptied of Thy glory a while,
With unaverted eye
Thou meetest all the storm."
Let us, O fellow-heirs of salvation, learn to sing when our suffering time
comes, when our season for stern labour approaches; ay, let us pour forth a
canticle of deep, mysterious, melody of bliss, when our dying hour is near
at hand! Courage, brother! The waters are chilly; but fear will not by any
means diminish the terrors of the river. Courage, brother! Death is solemn
work; but playing the coward will not make it less so. Bring out the silver
trumpet; let thy lips remember the long-loved music, and let the notes be
clear and shrill as thou dippest thy feet in the Jordan: "Yea, though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art
with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me." Dear friends, let the
remembrance of the melodies of that upper room go with you tomorrow into
business; and if you expect a great trial, and are afraid you will not be
able to sing after it, then sing before it comes. Get your holy praise-work
done before affliction mars the tune. Fill the air with music while you can.
While yet there is bread upon the table, sing, though famine may threaten;
while yet the child runs laughing about the house, while yet the flush of
health is in your own cheek, while yet your goods are spared, while yet your
heart is whole and sound, lift up your song of praise to the Most High God;
and let your Master, the singing Saviour, be in this your goodly and
is much more that might be said concerning our Lord's sweet swan-song, but
there is no need to crowd one thought out with another; your leisure will be
well spent in meditation upon so fruitful a theme.
We will now consider THE SINGING OF THE DISCIPLES. They united in the
"Hallel"—like true Jews, they joined in the national song. Israel had good
cause to sing at the Passover, for God had wrought for His people what He
had done for no other nation on the face of the earth. Every Hebrew must
have felt his soul elevated and rejoiced on the Paschal night. He was "a
citizen of no mean city", and the pedigree which he could look back upon was
one, compared with which kings and princes were but of yesterday.
the fact commemorated by the Paschal supper, Israel might well rejoice. They
sang of their nation in bondage, trodden beneath the tyrannical foot of
Pharaoh; they began the Psalm right sorrowfully, as they thought of the
bricks made without straw, and of the iron furnace; but the strain soon
mounted from the deep bass, and began to climb the scale, as they sang of
Moses the servant of God, and of the Lord appearing to him in the burning
bush. They remembered the mystic rod, which became a serpent, and which
swallowed up the rods of the magicians; their music told of the plagues and
wonders which God had wrought upon Zoan; and of that dread night when the
first-born of Egypt fell before the avenging sword of the angel of death,
while they themselves, feeding on the lamb which had been slain for them,
and whose blood was sprinkled upon the lintel and upon the side-posts of the
door, had been graciously preserved. Then the song went up concerning the
hour in which all Egypt was humbled at the feet of Jehovah, whilst as for
His people, He led them forth like sheep, by the hand of Moses and Aaron,
and they went by the way of the sea, even of the Red Sea. The strain rose
higher still as they tuned the song of Moses, the servant of God, and of the
Lamb. Jubilantly they sang of the Red Sea, and of the chariots of Pharaoh
which went down into the midst thereof, and the depths covered them till
there was not one of them left. It was a glorious chant indeed when they
sang of Rahab cut in pieces, and of the dragon wounded at the sea, by the
right hand of the Most High, for the deliverance of the chosen people.
beloved, if I have said that Israel could so properly sing, what shall I
say of those of us who are the Lord's spiritually redeemed? We have been
emancipated from a slavery worse than that of Egypt: "with a high hand and
with an outstretched arm," hath God delivered us. The blood of Jesus Christ,
the Lamb of God's Passover, has been sprinkled on our hearts and
consciences. By faith we keep the Passover, for we have been spared; we have
been brought out of Egypt; and though our sins did once oppose us, they have
all been drowned in the Red Sea of the atoning blood of Jesus: "the depths
have covered them, there is not one of them left." If the Jew could sing a
"great Hallel", our "Hallel" ought to be more glowing still; and if every
house in "Judea's happy land" was full of music when the people ate the
Paschal feast, much more reason have we for filling every heart with sacred
harmony tonight, while we feast upon Jesus Christ, who was slain, and has
redeemed us to God by His blood.
The time has now come for me to say HOW EARNESTLY I DESIRE YOU TO "SING AN
do not mean to ask you to use your voices, but let your hearts be brimming
with the essence of praise. Whenever we repair to the Lord's table, which
represents to us the Passover, we ought not to come to it as to a funeral.
Let us select solemn hymns, but not dirges. Let us sing softly, but none the
less joyfully. These are no burial feasts; those are not funeral cakes which
lie upon this table, and yonder fair white linen cloth is no winding-sheet.
"This is My body," said Jesus, but the body so represented was no corpse, we
feed upon a living Christ. The blood set forth by yonder wine is the fresh
life-blood of our immortal King. We view not our Lord's body as clay-cold
flesh, pierced with wounds, but as glorified at the right hand of the
Father. We hold a happy festival when we break bread on the first day of the
week. We come not hither trembling like bondsmen, cringing on our knees as
wretched serfs condemned to eat on their knees; we approach as freemen to
our Lord's banquet, like His apostles, to recline at length or sit at ease;
not merely to eat bread which may belong to the most sorrowful, but to drink
wine which belongs to men whose souls are glad. Let us recognize the
rightness, yea, the duty of cheerfulness at this commemorative supper; and,
therefore, let us "sing an hymn."
satisfied on this point, perhaps you ask, "What hymn shall we sing?"
Many sorts of hymns were sung in the olden time: look down the list, and you
will scarcely find one which may not suit us now.
of the earliest of earthly songs was the war-song. They sang of old a
song to the conqueror, when he returned from the battle. "Saul has slain his
thousands, and David his ten thousands." Women took their timbrels, and
rejoiced in the dance when the hero returned from the war. Even thus of old
did the people of God extol Him for His mighty acts, singing aloud with the
high-sounding cymbals: "Sing unto the Lord, for He hath triumphed gloriously
. . . The Lord is a man of war: the Lord is His name." My brethren, let us
lift up a war-song to-night! Why not?" Who is this that cometh from Edom,
with dyed garments from Bozrah? this that is glorious in His apparel,
travelling in the greatness of His strength? I that speak in righteousness,
mighty to save." Come, let us praise our Emmanuel, as we see the head of our
foe in His right hand; as we behold Him leading captivity captive, ascending
up on high, with trumpets' joyful sound, let us chant the paean; let us
shout the war-song, "Io Triumphe!" Behold, He comes, all glorious
from the war: as we gather at this festive table, which reminds us both of
His conflict and of His victory, let us salute Him with a psalm of gladsome
triumph, which shall be but the prelude of the song we expect to sing when
we get up—
"Where all the singers meet."
early, form of song was the pastoral. When he shepherds sat down
amongst the sheep, they tuned their pipes, and warbled forth soft and sweet
airs in harmony with rustic quietude. All around was calm and still; the sun
was brightly shining, and the birds were making melody among the leafy
branches. Shall I seem fanciful if I say, let us unite in a pastoral
to-night? Sitting round the table, why should we not sing, "The Lord is my
Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He
leadeth me beside the still waters"? If there be a place beneath the stars
where one might feel perfectly at rest and ease, surely it is at the table
of the Lord. Here, then, let us sing to our great Shepherd a pastoral of
delight. Let the bleating of sheep be in our ears as we remember the Good
Shepherd who laid down His life for His flock.
need not to be reminded that the ancients were very fond of festive songs.
When they assembled at their great festivals, led by their chosen minstrels,
they sang right joyously, with boisterous mirth. Let those who will speak to
the praise of wine, my soul shall extol the precious blood of Jesus; let who
will laud corn and oil, the rich produce of the harvest, my heart shall sing
of the Bread which came down from heaven, whereof, if a man eateth, he shall
never hunger. Speak ye of royal banquets, and minstrelsy fit for a monarch's
ear? Ours is a nobler festival, and our song is sweeter far. Here is room at
this table tonight for all earth's poesy and music, for the place deserves
songs more lustrous with delight, more sparkling with gems of holy mirth,
than any of which the ancients could conceive.
"Now for a tune of lofty praise
To great Jehovah's equal Son!
Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays
Tell the loud wonders He hath done!"
love-song we must not forget, for that is peculiarly the song of this
evening. "Now will I sing unto my Well-beloved a song." His love to us is an
immortal theme; and as our love, fanned by the breath of heaven, bursts into
a vehement flame, we may sing, yea, and we will sing among the lilies, a
song of loves.
the Old Testament, we find many Psalms called by the title, "A Song of
Degrees." This "Song of Degrees" is supposed by some to have been sung
as the people ascended the temple steps, or made pilgrimages to the holy
place. The strain often changes, sometimes it is dolorous, and anon it is
gladsome; at one season, the notes are long drawn out and heavy, at another,
they are cheerful and jubilant. We will sing a "Song of Degrees" to-night.
We will mourn that we pierced the Lord, and we wilt rejoice in pardon bought
with blood. Our strain must vary as we talk of sin, feeling its bitterness,
and lamenting it, and then of pardon, rejoicing in its glorious fulness.
wrote a considerable number of Psalms which he entitled, " Maschil,"
which may be called in English, "instructive Psalms." Where, beloved, can we
find richer instruction than at the table of our Lord? He who understands
the mystery of incarnation and of substitution, is a master in Scriptural
theology. There is more teaching in the Saviour's body and in the Saviour's
blood than in all the world besides. O ye who wish to learn the way to
comfort, and how to tread the royal road to heavenly wisdom, come ye to the
cross, and see the Saviour suffer, and pour out His heart's blood for human
of David's Psalms are called, "Michtam", which means "golden Psalm."
Surely we must sing one of these. Our psalms must be golden when we sing of
the Head of the Church, who is as much fine gold. More precious than silver
or gold is the inestimable price which He has paid for our ransom. Yes, ye
sons of harmony, bring your most melodious anthems here, and let your
Saviour have your golden psalms!
Psalms in the Old Testament are entitled, "Upon Shoshannim ," that
is, "Upon the lilies." O ye virgin souls, whose hearts have been washed in
blood, and have been made white and pure, bring forth your instruments of
"Hither, then, your music bring,
Strike aloud each cheerful string!"
Let your hearts, when they are in their best state, when they are purest,
and most cleansed from earthly dross, give to Jesus their glory and their
there are other Psalms which are dedicated "To the sons of Korah." If the
guess be right, the reason why we get the title, "To the sons of Korah"—"a
song of loves"—must be this: that when Korah, Dathan, and Abiram were
swallowed up, the sons of Dathan and Abiram were swallowed up, too; but the
sons of Korah perished not. Why they were not destroyed, we cannot tell.
Perhaps it was that sovereign grace spared those whom justice might have
doomed; and "the sons of Korah" were ever after made the sweet singers of
the sanctuary; and whenever there was a special "song of loves", it was
always dedicated to them. Ah! we will have one of those songs of love
to-night, around the table, for we, too, are saved by distinguishing grace.
We will sing of the heavenly Lover, and the many waters which could not
quench His love.
"Love, so vast that nought can bound;
Love, too deep for thought to sound
Love, which made the Lord of all
Drink the wormwood and the gall.
"Love, which led Him to the cross,
Bearing there unutter'd loss;
Love, which brought Him to the gloom
Of the cold and darksome tomb.
"Love, which made Him hence arise
Far above the starry skies,
There with tender, loving care,
All His people's griefs to share.
"Love, which will not let Him rest
Till His chosen all are blest;
Till they all for whom He died
Live rejoicing by His side."
have not half exhausted the list, but it is clear that, sitting at the
Lord's table, we shall have no lack of suitable psalmody. Perhaps no one
hymn will quite meet the sentiments of all; and while we would not write a
hymn for you, we would pray the Holy Spirit to write now the spirit of
praise upon your hearts, that, sitting here, you may "after supper" sing "an
For one or two minutes let us ask—"WHAT SHALL THE TUNE BE?" It must be a
strange one, for if we are to sing "an hymn" to-night, around the table, the
tune must have all the parts of music. Yonder believer is heavy of heart
through manifold sorrows, bereavements, and watchings by the sick. He loves
his Lord, and would fain praise Him, but his soul refuses to use her wings.
Brother, we will have a tune in which you can join, and you shall lead the
bass. You shall sing of your fellowship with your Beloved in His sufferings;
how He, too, lost a friend; how He spent whole nights in sleeplessness; how
His soul was exceeding sorrowful. But the tune must not be all bass, or it
would not suit some of us to-night, for we can reach the highest note. We
have seen the Lord, and our spirit has rejoiced in God our Saviour. We want
to lift the chorus high; yea, there are some true hearts here who are at
times so full of joy that they will want special music written for them.
"Whether in the body, I cannot tell; or whether out of the body, I cannot
tell:" said Paul, and so have said others since, when Christ has been with
them. Ah! then they have been obliged to mount to the highest notes, to the
very loftiest range of song.
beloved, that the same Saviour who will accept the joyful shoutings of the
strong, will also receive the plaintive notes of the weak and weeping. You
little ones, you babes in grace, may cry, "Hosanna," and the King will not
silence you; and you strong men, with all your power of faith, may shout,
"Hallelujah!" and your notes shall be accepted, too.
then, let us have a tune in which we can all unite; but ah! we cannot make
one which will suit the dead—the dead, I mean, "in trespasses and sins"—and
there are some such here. Oh, may God open their mouths, and unloose their
tongues; but as for those of us who are alive unto God, let us, as we come
to the table, all contribute our own share of the music, and so make up a
song of blended harmony, with many parts, one great united song of praise to
Jesus our Lord!
should not choose a tune for the communion table which is not very soft.
These are no boisterous themes with which we have to deal when we tarry
here. A bleeding Saviour, robed in a vesture dyed with blood—this is a theme
which you must treat with loving gentleness, for everything that is coarse
is out of place. While the tune is soft, it must also be sweet .
Silence, ye doubts; be dumb, ye fears; be hushed, ye cares! Why come ye
here? My music must be sweet and soft when I sing of Him. But oh! it must
also be strong; there must be a full swell in my praise. Draw out the
stops, and let the organ swell the diapason! In fulness let its roll of
thundering harmony go up to heaven; let every note be sounded at its
loudest. "Praise ye Him upon the cymbals, upon the high-sounding cymbals;
upon the harp with a solemn sound." Soft, sweet, and strong, let the music
you complain that your soul is out of tune. Then ask the Master to tune the
heart-strings. Those "Selahs" which we find so often in the Psalms, are
supposed by many scholars to mean, "Put the harpstrings in tune:" truly we
require many "Selahs", for our hearts are constantly unstrung. Oh, that
to-night the Master would enable each one of us to offer that tuneful prayer
which we so often sing,—
"Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above:
Praise the mount—oh, fix me on it,
Mount of God's unchanging love!"
We close by enquiring,—WHO SHALL SING THIS HYMN?
around the Father's board, we will raise a joyful song, but who shall do it?
"I will," saith one; "and we will," say others. What is the reason why so
many are willing to join? The reason is to be found in the verse we were
singing just now,—
"When He's the subject of the song,
Who can refuse to sing?"
What! a Christian silent when others are praising his Master? No; he must
join in the song. Satan tries to make God's people dumb, but he cannot, for
the Lord has not a tongue-tied child in all His family. They can all speak,
and they can all cry, even if they cannot all sing, and I think there are
times when they can all sing; yea, they must, for you know the promise,
"Then shall the tongue of the dumb sing." Surely, when Jesus leads the tune,
if there should be any silent ones in the Lord's family, they must begin to
praise the name of the Lord. After Giant Despair's head had been cut off,
Christiana and Mr. Greatheart, and all the rest of them, brought out the
best of their provisions, and made a feast, and Mr. Bunyan says that, after
they had feasted, they danced. In the dance there was one remarkable dancer,
namely, Mr. Ready-to-Halt. Now, Mr. Ready-to-Halt usually went upon
crutches, but for once he laid them aside. "And," says Bunyan, "I warrant
you he footed it well!" This is quaintly showing us that, sometimes, the
very sorrowful ones, the Ready-to-Halts, when they see Giant Despair's head
cut off, when they see death, hell, and sin led in triumphant captivity at
the wheels of Christ's victorious chariot, feel that even they must
for once indulge in a song of gladness. So, when I put the question
to-night, "Who will sing?" I trust that Ready-to-Halt will promise, "I
have not much comfort at home, perhaps; by very hard work you earn that
little. Sunday is to you a day of true rest, for you are worked very cruelly
all the week. Those cheeks of yours, poor girl, are getting very pale, and
who knows but what Hood's pathetic lines may be true of you?—
"Stitch, stitch, stitch,
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
Sewing at once, with a double thread,
A shroud as well as a shirt."
But, my sister, you may surely rejoice to-night in spite of all this. There
may be little on earth, but there is much in heaven. There may be but small
comfort for you here apart from Christ; but oh! when, by faith, you mount
into His glory, your soul is glad. You shall be as rich as the richest
to-night if the Holy Spirit shall but bring you to the table, and enable you
to feed upon your Lord and Master. Perhaps you have come here to-night when
you ought not to have done so. The physician would have told you to keep to
your bed, but you persisted in coming up to the house where the Lord has so
often met with you. I trust that we shall hear your voice in the song. There
appear to have been in David's day many things to silence the praise of God,
but David was one who would sing. I like that expression of his, where the
devil seems to come up, and put his hand on his mouth, and say, "Be quiet."
"No," says David, "I will sing." Again the devil tries to quiet him, but
David is not to be silenced, for three times he puts it, "I will sing, yea,
I will sing praises unto the Lord." May the Lord make you resolve this night
that you will praise the Lord Jesus with all your heart!
there are many of you here to-night whom I could not invite to this feast of
song, and who could not truly come if you were invited. Your sins are not
forgiven; your souls are not saved; you have not trusted Christ; you are
still in nature's darkness, still in the gall of bitterness, and in the
bonds of iniquity. Must it always be so? Will you destroy yourselves? Have
you made a league with death, and a covenant with hell? Mercy lingers!
Longsuffering continues! Jesus waits! Remember that He hung upon the cross
for sinners such as you are, and that if you believe in Him now, you shall b
e saved. One act of faith, and all the sin you have committed is blotted
out. A single glance of faith's eye to the wounds of the Messiah, and your
load of iniquity is rolled into the depths of the sea, and you are forgiven
in a moment!
says one, "would God I could believe!" Poor soul, may God help thee to
believe now! God took upon Himself our flesh; Christ was born among men, and
suffered on account of human guilt, being made to suffer "the Just for the
unjust, that He might bring us to God." Christ was punished in the room,
place, and stead of every man and woman who will believe on Him. If you
believe on Him, He was punished for you; and you will never be punished.
Your debts are paid, your sins are forgiven. God cannot punish you, for He
has punished Christ instead of you, and He will never punish twice for one
offence. To believe is to trust. If you will now trust your soul entirely
with Him, you are saved, for He loved you, and gave Himself for you. When
you know this, and feel it to be true, then come to the Lord's table, and
join with us, when, after supper we sing our hymn,—
"'It is finished!'—Oh, what pleasure
Do these charming words afford!
Heavenly blessings without measure
Flow to us from Christ the Lord:
'It is finished! '
Saints, the dying words record.
"Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!"
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