3 Lord, may they ever live to thee,

And grow in heavenly love;
Still may they fight, and never flee,

Till crown'd with thee above.

399. L. M. Parkinson's Selection. Young Members wishing to live to God.

And yield our souls to Christ the Lord; Then to the church ourselves we give,

In holy fellowship to live
2 Lord, may we feel that we are thine,

And sweetly on thy breast recline;
Thy name revere, ihy word obey,

And never cease to watch and pray. 3 May we continue in thy ways,

Delight to pray-delight to praise ;
Among thy saints abide in love,
Till call'd to shine in realms above.

THE LORD'S SUPPER.

400. L. M. Watts. The Lord's Supper instituted. 1 Cor. xi. 23, &c.

T
IWAS on that dark, that doleful night,

When powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,

And friends betray'd him to his foes : 2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake:
What love through all his actions ran!

What wondrous words of grace he spake! 3 This is my body, broke for sin,

Receive and eat the living food ;'
There took the cup, and bless'd the wine;
“ 'Tis the new covenant in my blond.'

4 Do this,' he cried, 'till time shall end,

In memory of your dying friend;
Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed Lord!

401. C. M. Relief Hymns.

Do this in Remembrance of Me. A COROLNG malihy

, gracious word, This will I do, my dying Lord,

I will remember thee. 2 Thy body, broken for my sake,

My bread from heaven shall be; Thy testamental cup I take,

And thus remember thee.
3 When to the cross I turn my eyes,

And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!

I must remember thee:-
4 Remember thee, and all thy pains,

And all thy love to me
Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,

I will remember thee. 5 And when these feetle lips grow dumb,

And mind, and memory flee,
And thou shalt in thy kingdom come,

Jesus, remember me.

402. C. M. Pres. Standard.
The Holy Spirit Invoked at the Tablea
T
TOGETHER with these symbuls, Lord,

Thy blessed self impart;
And let thy sacred flesh and blood,

Feed the believing heart.
2 Let us from all our sins be wash'd

In thy atoning blood ;
And let thy Spirit be the seal,

That we are born of God

3 Come, Holy Ghost, with Jesu's love,

Prepare us for the feast ;
O let us banquet with our Lord,

And lean upon his breast.

403. C. M. Hart.
A remembrance of Christ at his table.
THAT doleful night before his death,
Did almost with his latest breath

This solemn feast ordain.
2 To keep the feast, Lord, we are met,

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

• The Saviour died for me.'
3 Thy sufferings, Lord, each sacred sign

To our remembrance brings ;
We eat the bread, and drink the wine;

But think on nobler things.
4 O tune our tongues, and put in frame

Each heart that pants for thee, To sing-Hosanna to the Lamb,

The Lamb that died for me.

404. L. M. Watts Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ.

On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to his blood.
3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4 His dying crimson, like a robe,

Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,

And all the globe is dead to me.
5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

405. C. M. Watts. The Feast of Divine Love. Luke xiv. 17, 22, 23.

With Christ within the doors, Where everlasting love displays

The choicest of her stores! 2 Here every bowel of our God

With soft compassion rolls,
Here peace and pardon, bought with blood,

Is food for dying souls.
3 While all our hearts, and all our songs,

Join to admire the feast,
Each of us cry, with thankful tongues,

Lord, why was I a guest ?' 4.Why was I made to hear thy voice,

And enter while there's room?
While thousands make a wretched choice,

And rather starve than come ??
5 'Twas the same love that spread the feast,

That sweetly forc'd us in,
Else we had still refus'd to taste,

And perish'd in our sin.
6 Pity the nations, O our God,

Constrain the earth to come; Send thy victorious word abroad,

And bring the strangers home.

406. C. M.
Prayer at the Lord's Table.
R

ESPLENDENT Sun! thy rays impart;

Shed forth thy light and heat; Diffuse thy warmth through every beart;

Make our communion sweet. 2 Celestial breeze, awake, and come;

Descend, enlivening showers, Breathe on our souls a rich perfume,

And cheer these withering flowers.
3 Sweet odours then shall spread abroad,

And fill the sacred place;
And we'll address our Saviour God,
In songs of thankful praise.

407. C. M. Watts.
Divine Glories, and our graces.
Tow are thy glories here display'd,
While at thy word we break the bread,

And pour the flowing wine. 2 Here thy revenging justice stands,

And pleads its dreadful cause; Here saving mercy spreads her hands,

Like Jesus on the cross.
3 Thy saints attend with every grace,

On this great sacrifice;
And love appears with cheerful face,

And faith with fixed eyes.
4 Our hope in waiting posture sits,

To heaven directs her sight; Here every warmer passion meets,

And warmer powers unite.
5 Zeal and Revenge perform their part,

And rising sin destroy ;
Repentance comes with aching heart,

Yet not forbids the joy.

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