1 Rock of ages, cleft for me!
Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

2 Not the labors of my hands
Can fulfill the law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone.

3 Nothing in my hand I bring ;
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, como to thee for dress,
Helpless, look to thee for grace ;
Foul, I to the fountain fly,
Wash me, Saviour! or I die.

4 Whilst I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eye-lids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me!
Let me hide myself in thee.

Ever may my soul be fed
With this true and living Bread;
Day by day, with strength supplied,
Through the life of him who died.

2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice;
'Tis thy wounds my healing give;
To thy cross I look, and live;
Thou, my Life! Oh! let me be
Rooted, grafted, built on thee.

Teach me

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bove;

1 COME, thou Fount of every blessing!
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise;
Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount; I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of God's unchanging love.

2 Here I raise my Eben-Ezer;

Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home;
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed with precious blood.

3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee;
Prone to wander,-Lord! I feel it ;

Prone to leave the God I love ;
Here's my heart; Oh! take and seal it ;
Seal it from thy courts above.

Precious banquet; bread of heaven;
Wine of gladness, flowing free ;—

May we taste it, kindly given,

In remembrance, Lord! of thee.

2 In thy holy incarnation,

When the angels sang thy birth;
In thy fasting and temptation;
In thy labors on the earth;
In thy trial, and rejection;

In thy sufferings on the tree;
In thy glorious resurrection;
May we, Lord! remember thee.
Roswell Park, 1836.

1 WHILE, in sweet commu ion, feeding
On this earthly bread and wine,
Saviour! may we see thee bleeding
On the cross, to make us thine:
Now, our eyes for ever closing
To this fleeting world below;
On thy gentle breast reposing,

Teach us, Lord! thy grace to know.

2 Though unseen, be ever near us,
With the still small voice of love;
Whispering words of peace to cheer us,
Every doubt and fear remove :
Bring before us all the glory

Of thy life, and death of woe;
And, with hopes of endless glory,
Wean our hearts from all below.

Edward Denny, 1839.

1 IN THE Cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me :

Lo! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming

Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance, streaming,
Adds more lustre to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there, that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

5 In the cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. John Bowring, 1825.

How he bore the heavy load! On the cross and in the garden, Oh! how sore was his distress! Is not this a love, that passeth

Aught that tongue can e'er express ?

3 See, Oh! see, what love is shown us,
Also, by the Holy Ghost!
How he strives with us, poor sinners,
Even when we sin the most,
Teaching, comforting, correcting,
Where he sees it needful is !

Oh! what heart would not be thankful
For a threefold love like this!

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.

Anon., 1812.

374.

Benjamin Beddome, 1787.

(703.)

Salvation by Grace.

1 GRACE! 't is a charming sound,
Harmonious to mine ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,

And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived a way

To save rebellious man;

And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace led my wandering feet

To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

The Feast of Love.

1 SWEET feast of love divine!

'T is grace, that makes us free To feed upon this bread and wine, In memory, Lord! of thee.

2 That blood, that flowed for sin,
In symbol here we see,
And feel the blessed pledge within,
That we are loved of thee.

3 Oh! if this glimpse of love
Is so divinely sweet,

What will it be, O Lord! above,
Thy gladdening smile to meet?—

4 To see thee face to face,

Thy perfect likeness wear,
And all thy ways of wondrous grace
Through endless years declare!

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(708.)

Edward Denny, 1839.

The Living Bread.

1 THEE, King of saints! we praise For this, our living bread; Nourished by thy preserving grace, And at thy table fed.

2 Yet still a higher seat

We in thy kingdom claim,
Who here begin, by faith, to eat
The supper of the Lamb.

3 That glorious, heavenly prize
We surely shall attain,
And, in the palace of the skies,
With thee for ever reign.

(709.)

Charles Wesley, 1745.

HEBRON.

Lowell Mason, 1830.

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I can pay,

1 MY GRACIOUS Lord! I own thy right
To every service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight,
To hear thy dictates and obey.
2 What is my being, but for thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end?
Thine ever-smiling face to see,
And serve the cause of such a Friend.

3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days or powers employ,
To spread a sounding name abroad.
4 'T is to my Saviour I would live,

To him, who for my ransom died; Nor could untainted Eden give

Such bliss as blossoms at his side. 5 His work my hoary age shall bless, When youthful vigor is no more; And my last hour of life confess His love hath animating power. Philip Doddridge, 1740.

3 O Heart! that, with a double tide
Of blood and water, maketh pure;
O Flesh! once offered on the cross,
The gift that makes our pardon sure;

4 Let never more our sinful souls
The anguish of thy cross renew;
Nor forge again the cruel nails,
That pierced thy victim body through.
Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander, 1859.

378.

Communion with Christ at his Table. (727.)
1 TO JESUS, our exalted Lord,-
Dear name, by heaven and earth adored!
Fain would our hearts and voices raise
A cheerful song of sacred praise.

2 But all the notes which mortals know
Are weak, and languishing, and low;
Far, far above our humble songs,
The theme demands immortal tongues.

3 Yet, while around his board we meet,
And worship at his glorious feet,
Oh! let our warm affections move,
In glad returns of grateful love.

4 Let faith our feeble senses aid,
To see thy wondrous love displayed,—
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,
Thy dreadful agonizing pains.

5 Let humble, penitential woe,
With painful, pleasing anguish, flow;
And thy forgiving smiles impart
Life, hope, and joy to every heart.

Anne Steele, 1760.