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Abide in Me, O Lord, and I in Thee!   1 comment

Above:  St. Julian’s Episcopal Church, Douglasville, Georgia, August 27, 2017

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = The Pilgrim Hymnal (1904), National Council of Congregational Churches in the United States

Words (1855) by Harriet Beecher Stowe (1812-1896)

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Abide in me, O Lord, and I in thee!

From this good hour, O leave me never more!

Then shall the discord cease, the wound be healed,

The life-long bleeding of the soul be o’er.

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Abide in me; o’ershadow by thy love

Each half-formed purpose, and dark thought of sin;

Quench, ere it rise, each selfish, low desire,

And keep my soul as thine, calm and divine.

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Abide in me; there have been moments blest

When I have heard thy voice and felt thy power,

Then evil lost its grasp, and passion hushed

Owned the divine enchantment of the hour.

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These were but seasons, beautiful and rare;

Abide in me and they shall ever be;

Fulfil at once thy precept, and my prayer,–

Come, and abide in me, and I in thee.

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Wherefore, O Father, We Thy Humble Servants   Leave a comment

Above:  Episcopal Church of the Ascension, Cartersville, Georgia, November 5, 2017

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Text by William Henry Hammond Jervois (1852-1905)

Hymn Source = The English Hymnal (1906), The Church of England

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Wherefore, O Father, we thy humble servants

Here bring before thee Christ thy well-beloved,

All-perfect Offering, Sacrifice immortal, Spotless Oblation.

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See now thy children, making intercession

Through him our Saviour, Son of God incarnate,

For all thy people, living and departed, Pleading before thee.

Be Known To Us In Breaking Bread   1 comment

Above:  Supper at Emmaus, by Matthias Stom

Image in the Public Domain

Text (published in 1825) by James Montgomery (1771-1854)

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1941), Evangelical and Reformed Church

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Be known to us in breaking bread,

But do not then depart;

Saviour, abide with us, and spread

Thy table in our heart.

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There sup with us in love divine;

Thy body and Thy blood,

That living bread, that heavenly wine,

Be our immortal food.

Posted July 26, 2017 by neatnik2009 in Eucharist 1800s, The Hymnal (1941)

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According to Thy Gracious Word   1 comment

Above:  Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd, Covington, Georgia, May 7, 2017

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Text (1825) by James Montgomery (1771-1854)

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1941), Evangelical and Reformed Church

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According to Thy gracious word,

In meek humility,

Thy will I do, my dying Lord,

I will remember Thee.

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Thy body, broken for my sake,

My bread from heaven shall be;

Thy testamental cup I take

And thus remember Thee.

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Whom to the cross I turn mine eyes,

And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice,

I must remember Thee;

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Remember Thee, and all Thy pains,

And all Thy love to me:

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,

Will I remember Thee.

Posted July 25, 2017 by neatnik2009 in Eucharist 1800s, The Hymnal (1941)

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Thee We Adore, O Hidden Saviour   2 comments

Above:  St. Luke’s Episcopal Church, Atlanta, Georgia, May 21, 2017

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = The English Hymnal (1906), The Church of England

Original Latin Text by Saint Thomas Aquinas (1227-1274)

English Translation by James Russell Woodford (1820-1885), Anglican Bishop of Ely (1873-1885)

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Thee we adore, O hidden Saviour, thee

Who in thy sacrament art pleased to be;

Both flesh and spirit in thy presence fail,

Yet here thy Presence we devoutly hail.

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O blest Memorial of our dying Lord,

Who living bread to men doth here afford!

O may our souls feed for ever on thee,

And thou, O Christ, for ever precious be.

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Fountain of goodness, Jesu, Lord and God,

Cleanse us, unclean, with thy most cleansing Blood!

Increase our faith and love, that we may know

The hope and peace which from thy Presence flow.

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O Christ, whom now beneath a veil we see,

May what we thirst for soon our portion be,

To gaze on thee unveiled, and see thy face,

The vision of thy glory and thy grace.

O, Most Merciful!   1 comment

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Above:  St. James Episcopal Church, Clayton, Georgia, January 29, 2017

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Text by Reginald Heber (1783-1826)

Hymn Source = The English Hymnal (1906), The Church of England

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O, most merciful!

O, most bountiful!

God the Father Almighty

By the Redeemer’s

Sweet intercession

Hear us, help us when we cry.

How Blest Thy First Disciples, Lord   1 comment

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Above:  All Saints’ Episcopal Church, Atlanta, Georgia, May 8, 2016

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Text (1890) by Theodore Claudius Pease (1853-1893)

Source #1 = The Pilgrim Hymnal (1904), National Council of Congregational Churches in the United States

Source #2 = The Christian Ministry:  Its Present Claim and Attraction and Other Writings (1894)

The Pilgrim Hymnal (1904) contains five of the seven stanzas; The Christian Ministry (1894) offers the complete text.

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How blest Thy first disciples, Lord,

Whom Thou didst choose to walk with thee,

Who daily met around Thy board,

And made Thy home and family!

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How blest, when throng and press were gone,

And weary day herself had fled,

From all the noisy world withdrawn,

Alone with Thee to break the bread!

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Has the long day its burden brought?

Are heavy hearts in sorrow bound?

What sweet relief in kindly thought;

What sympathy with Thee is found!

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For every care Thou hast an ear;

Thou knowest all their changing moods:

What stirs the timid Philip’s fears,–

Why thoughtful Thomas sadly broods.

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Ah, who would such a meeting miss?

What strength is here to nerve the will!

How fair a home for hearts is this!

Who would not long to find it still?

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And is the vision vain as sweet?

Nay, Lord, Thy table still is spread;

And ever where disciples meet,

Thy blessed hands still break the bread.

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We see Thee not; yet when we turn,

These moments melt in memory,

And all our hearts within us burn,

For we have met and talked with Thee.