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2 The tokens sent us to relieve

Our spirits when they droop, We come, O Jesus, to receive;

But would receive with love. 3 Here, in obedience to thy word,

Wé take the bread and wine; The utmost we can do, O Lord,

For all beyond is thine.
4 Increase our faith, and hope, and love;

Lord, give us all that 's good :
We would thy full salvation prove,

And share thy flesh and blood.
440. C. M. BRYANT.
1 O GOD! accept the sacred hour

Which we to thee have given ; And let this hallowed scene have power

To raise our souls to heaven. 2 Still let us hold, till life departs,

The precepts of thy Son, Nor let our thoughtless, thankless hearts

Forget what he has done.
3 His true disciples may we live,

From all corruption free,
And humbly learn like him to give

Our powers, our wills to thee,
4 And oft along life's dangerous way,

To smooth our passage through, Wilt thou, on this thy holy day,

For us this scene renew.
THAT doleful night before his death,

The Lamb for sinners slain,
Did, almost with his dying breath,

This solemn feast ordain.
o keep the feast, Lord, we have met, I

And to remember thee:
Ielp each poor trembler to repeat,

“For me, he died for me." These sacred signs, thy sufforings, Lord,

To our remembrance brings:
We eat and drink around thy board,

But think on nobler things. Alama wa

4 O tune our tongues, and set in frame,

Each heart that pants for thee,
To sing, “Hosannah to the Lamb,"

The Lamb that died for me.
I THE Lord of life this table spread,

With his own flesh and dying blood
We on the rich provision feed,

And taste the wine, and bless the Lord. 2 Let worldly sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem;
Christ and his love fill every thought,

And faith and hope be fix'd on him. 443. 7s. PRATT'S COLL.

Spiritual Nourishment from Christ. 1 BREAD of heaven! on thee we feed,

For thy flesh is meat indeed :
Ever let our souls be fed

With this true and living bread!
2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies

This blest cup of sacrifice:
Lord, thy wounds our healing give;

To thy cross we look and live.
3 Day by day with strength supplied,

Through the life of him who died ;
Lord of life! oh let us be

Rooted, grafted, built on thee! 444.

I HERE at thy table, Lord, we meet,

To feed on food divine:
Thy body is the bread we eat,

Thy precious blood the wine. 2 He, who prepares this rich repast,

Himself comes down and dies; And then invites us thus to feast

Upon the sacrifice. 3 Here peace and pardon sweetly flow;

Oh what delightful food ! We eat the bread--and drink the wine

But think

4 Deep was the suffering he endured

Upon the cross or tree-
For me-each welcome guest may say

'Twas all endured for me.
5 Sure there was never love so free

Dear Saviour-so divine !
Well thou mayst claim that heart of me,

Which owes so much to thine. 445. L. M. WATTS.

Not ashamed of Christ crucified. 1 AT thy command, O gracious Lord,

Here we attend thy dying feast;
Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board,

And thine own flesh feeds every guest. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,

And trusts for life in one that died We hope for heavenly crowns above,

From a Redeemer crucified. 3 What tho' the world pronounce it shame,

And cast their scandals on thy cause ? We come to boast our Saviour's name,

And make our triumph in his cross. 4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,

“He that was dead hath left his tomb; He lives, above their utmost rage,

And we are waiting til he come.", 446. L. M. ANONYMOUS.

The Unity of the Saints. 1 HOW pleasing to behold and see The friends of Jesus all agree, To sit around his sacred board,

As members of one common Lord. 2 While here we sit we would implore That love may spread from shore to shore; Till all the saints, like us, combine, To praise the Lord in songs divine. To all we freely give our hand, Who love the Lord in every land; For all are one in Christ, our Head, To whom be endless honours paid.

447. C. M. STEELE.

Praise to the Redeemer.
1 TO our Redeemer's glorious name,

Awake the sacred song:
O may his love each heart inflame,

And tune each stamm’ring tongue. 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach,

What 'mortal tongue display! Imagination's utmost streteh

In wonder dies away.
3 Let wonder still with love unite,

And gratitude and joy;
Thou, Lord, be our supreme delight,

Thy praise our best employ. 448. L.M. ANONYMOUS.. Desiring suitable affections at the Lord's table 1 LORD, while around thy board we meet,

And humbly worship at thy feet;
O may our warm affections move

In glad returns of grateful love. 2 Strengthen our faith, us also aid,

To view thy wond'rous love display'd
Through emblems of thy flesh and blood,

By which we're say'd and brought to God. 3 May grief for sin, the cause of wo,

With painful pleasing anguish flow;
And thy forgiving love impart

Life, hope, and joy, to every heart. 449. 8s 78. EXETER COLL..

After Communion. 1 FROM the table now retiring,

Which for us the Lord hath spread, May our souls, refreshment finding,

Grow in all things like our Head. 2 His example by beholding,

May our lives his image bear; Him our Lord and Master calling,

His commands may we revere. 3 Love to God and man displaying,

Walking steadfast in his way,

Joy attend us in believing,

Peace from God through endless day! 450. L. M. BRYANT.

The Lord's Day. 1 WE bless thee for this sacred day,

Thou, who hast every blessing given, Which sends the dreams of earth away,

And yields a glimpse of opening heaven. 2 Rich day of holy thoughtful rest!

May we improve thy calm repose,
And in God's service truly blessed,

Forget the world, its joys and woes.
3 Lord ! may thy truth, upon the heart

Now fall and dwell, as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start

Where once the weeds of error grew. 4 May prayer now lift her sacred wings,

Contented with that aim alone
Which bears her to the King of kings,

And rests her at his sheltering throne. 451.

S. M.

1 THE work, O Lord, is thine,

And wondrous in our eyes;
This day proclaims it all divine

This day did Jesus rise.
2 We hail the glorious day,

With thankful heart and voice, Which chas'd each painful doubt away

And bade the church rejoice. 3 Since he hath left the grave,

His promises are true;
And each exalted hope he gave,
Confirm'd of God we view.
O come the happy hour,
When all the earth shall own
'he Son, O God! declared with power,
And worship at thy throne.
That we possess thy word,

Which all this grace displays,
Accept, thou Father of our Lord,

Our sacrifice of praise.

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