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LOR

ORD of the brave, Who call'st Thine own
In love's fair name to fearless
war,
Behold us where God's musters are,
His viewless banner o'er us blown.

Lo, we that dare the all-holy fight,
Our soldier oath we pledge to-day,
Our soldier hands 'neath Thine we lay,
Dread Captain of the hosts of light.
To-day we dare. To-morrow who

Can guard the soldier faith unshamed?
For valour faints as valour flamed.
We dare: 'tis Thou must make us do.

This soul of youth that springs to prove
Heaven's knighthood on heaven's olden
foe,

O God in Man, 'tis Thine to know,
'Tis Thine, O Man in God, to love.

Thy love be ours, when war is nigher,
Thy love that knows our helper be;
Ah, King, for in the touch of Thee
The heart that faints is heart of fire.

In love's fair name to battle sore,

Lord of the brave, lead on Thine own,
The viewless banner o'er us blown,

A host of Christ for evermore.

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Y God, and is Thy Table spread,
And doth Thy cup with love o'erflow ?
Thither be all Thy children led,

And let them all its sweetness know.

Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of His flesh and blood!
Thrice happy he who here partakes

That sacred stream, that heavenly food!

Why are its bounties all in vain

Before unwilling hearts displayed?
Was not for us the Victim slain?

Are we forbid the children's bread?

Oh! let Thy Table honoured be,
And furnished well with joyful guests;

And may each soul salvation see
That here its sacred pledges tastes.

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BREAD

READ of the world, in mercy broken,
Wine of the soul, in mercy shed,

By Whom the words of life were spoken,
And in Whose death our sins are dead!

Look on the heart by sorrow broken,
Look on the tears by sinners shed,
And be Thy feast to us the token
That by Thy grace our souls are fed !

Lo

O! the feast is spread to-day ;
Jesus summons, come away :

From the vanity of life,

From the sounds of mirth or strife,
To the feast by Jesus given,

Come, and taste the Bread of Heaven.

Why, with proud excuse and vain,

Spurn His mercy once again?
From amidst life's social ties,
From the farm and merchandise,
Come, for all is now prepared;
Freely given be freely shared!

Blessed are the lips that taste
Our Redeemer's marriage-feast;
Blessed, who on Him shall feed,
Bread of Life, and drink indeed;
Blessed, for their thirst is o'er;
They shall never hunger more.

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SAVIOUR,

AVIOUR, we lift our trembling eyes To that bright seat where, placed on high, The great, the atoning Sacrifice

For us, for all, is ever nigh.

Be Thou our guard on peril's brink,

Be Thou our guide through weal or woe; And teach us of Thy cup to drink,

And make us in Thy path to go.

For what is earthly change or loss?
Thy promises are still our own :
The feeblest frame may bear Thy Cross,
The lowliest spirit share Thy throne.

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CCORDING 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;
Thy testamental cup I take,

And thus 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.