v. 1Father in Heaven, thy name is blessed.Heeding thy Spirit’s pleading I repent.For thy Beloved, with our assemblingBlessing his name, we take the sacrament.When I remember his cup of trembling,Drop after drop of blood was shed for me,Oh, my Father, because of Jesus,Then I know I may return to thee.v. 2I was begotten by thee my Father,Nurtured in wondrous realms in ages past.My older brother would be my Savior.Then came the time: mortality at last!Now in the shadow of mortal weakness,Sorrow and sin and counterfeit I see.Oh, my Father, Premortal Father,Through my Savior I return to thee.v. 3Now in the morning of shadow waning,Like when the light of morning filled a tomb,Grant us forgiveness: both giving, gaining.Fill us with light; dispel avenging gloom.Once in a garden the blood was dropping;Once on a cross the voice of mercy said:“Oh, my Father, forgive my brother;I forgive him with the blood I shed.”v. 4Through thine Anointed we seek forgiveness,Grasping thy mercy, casting off our sin,Through our election of his atonement:Touching Perfection, cleansing us within.Though opposition may feign to hinder,Like thine Anointed we begin to be.Oh, my Father, I now rememberMy Redeemer gave his life for me.Through my Savior I come to thee.
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Thy Will, O Lord, Be Done
v. 1When in the wondrous realms aboveOur Savior had been called uponTo save our world of sin by loveHe said, “Thy will, O Lord, be done.”v. 2The King of Kings left worlds of light,Became the meek and lonely One;In brightest day or darkest night,He said, “Thy will, O Lord, be done.”v. 3No crown of thorns, no cruel crossCould make our great Redeemer shun.He counted his own will but naught,And said, “Thy will, O Lord, be done.”v. 4We take the bread and cup this dayIn mem’ry of the sinless One,And pray for strength, that we may say,as he, “Thy will, O Lord, be done.”
Oh God, the Eternal Father
v. 1Oh God, the Eternal Father,Who dwells amid the sky,In Jesus’ name we ask theeTo bless and sanctify,If we are pure before thee,This bread and cup of wine,That we may all rememberThat offering divine.v. 2That sacred, holy offering,By man least understood,To have our sins remittedAnd take his flesh and bloodThat we may ever witnessThe suffering of thy Son,And always have his SpiritTo make our hearts as one.v. 3When Jesus, the Anointed,Descended from above,And gave himself a ransomTo win our souls with love---With no apparent beauty,That man should him desire---He was the promised Savior,To purify with fire.v. 4How infinite that wisdom,The plan of holiness,That made salvation perfectAnd veiled the Lord in flesh,To walk upon his footstoolAnd be like man, almost,In his exalted station,And die, or all was lost.