For His own dear members He is interceding,
Far above in light unseen by mortal eyes;
Yet is present now, His faithful children feeding,
Giving His own Self, their one true Sacrifice.

Then, O gracious Father, bent in reverence lowly, We would taste the pledges we so dearly prize, Food that none may dare to take with hands unholy, Feasting on the once accepted Sacrifice.

PART III.

Hath He died to save us, in His love so tender,
And shall we repay Him naught but fruitless sighs?
Nay, our souls and bodies, all we have we render:
Father, for His sake accept our sacrifice.

Great and gracious Father, at Thy right hand glorious,
As our souls to Thee in trembling worship rise,
Lo! the Lamb once offered reigneth now victorious,
And the Angel choirs adore His Sacrifice.

We too would adore Thee, Saviour, ever raising
Praises to the Lamb who reigns above the skies;
Oh! the mercy boundless, Oh! the love amazing!
Glory be to Thee, our one true Sacrifice.

Alleluia. Amen.

"Jesus said unto them, I am the Bread of Life."

6.

THEE we adore, O hidden Saviour, Thee,

Who in Thy Sacrament dost deign to be; Both flesh and spirit at Thy Presence fail, Yet here Thy Presence we devoutly hail.

D blest Memorial of our dying Lord,
Who living Bread to men doth here afford!
O may our souls forever feed on Thee,
And Thou, O Christ, for ever precious be.

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.

O Christ, whom now beneath a veil we see,
May what we thirst for soon our portion be,
To azeg on Thee unveil'd, and see Thy face,
The vision of Thy glory and Thy grace. Amen.

7.

AND now, O Father, mindful of the love

That bought us, once for all, on Calvary's tree,
And having with us Him that pleads above,
We here present, we here spread forth to Thee,
That only offering perfect in Thine eyes,
The one true, pure, immortal sacrifice.

Look, Father, look on His anointed face,
And only look on us as found in Him;
Look not on our misusings of Thy grace,
Our prayer so languid, and our faith so dim;
For lo! between our sins and their reward,
We set the Passion of Thy Son our Lord.

And then for those, our dearest and our best,
By this prevailing presence we appeal;
Oh, fold them closer to Thy mercy's breast!

Oh, do Thine utmost for their souls' true weal! From tainting mischief keep them white and clear, And crown Thy gifts with strength to persevere.

And so we come; Oh, draw us to Thy feet,

Most patient Saviour, Who canst love us still! And by this Food, so awful and so sweet,

Deliver us from every touch of ill:

In Thine own service make us glad and free,
And grant us never more to part with Thee. Amen.

A Sbort Office for Spiritual

Communion.

¶ Which may be used on Sundays and Holy Days by Communicants who are sick at home, or who are living where the Sacrament of the Eucharist cannot be cele brated, or only at long intervals, for lack of a resident Priest, at the hour at which the Communion is being celebrated in some church that is known. After reading the Epistle and Gospel for the day, recite the Nicene Creed, then kneel and say the Lord's Prayer and the Collect for the day. Then say this act of Spiritual Communion with the Hymn following:

IN union, O Lord, with the faithful at every

altar of Thy Church, where the Holy Eucharist is being celebrated, I desire to offer Thee praise and thanksgiving. I present to Thee my soul and body with the earnest wish that I may be always united to Thee. And since I cannot now receive Thee sacramentally, I beseech Thee to come spiritually into my heart. I unite myself to Thee, and embrace Thee with all the affections of my soul. O let nothing ever separate Thee from me. Let me live and die in Thy love. Amen.

"For in the wilderness shall waters break out, and streams in the desert."

LORD, I cannot seek Thee,
At Thy Altar Throne,

Yet may I receive Thee
Friendless and alone.

Thou who in the Garden
All alone didst pray,
Look upon Thy servant,
Visit me this day.

Where before the Altar
Crowds adoring kneel,
There in very Essence

Thou dost come to heal.

Far from Priest and Altar,
Christ, to Thee I cry,
Come to me in Spirit,
Let me feel Thee nigh.

In my silent worship,

Let me share the Feast;
Be Thy Love the Altar,
Be Thyself the Priest.

For that dread Reception
Let Thy Grace be mine,
Give me true contrition,
Give me faith Divine.

Though the words of Pardon
Now I may not hear,
Yet Thine Absolution
Lightens all my fear.