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THIS DO IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME.

TERE, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;

Here would I touch and handle things

unseen;

Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal grace, And all my weariness upon Thee lean.

Here would I feed upon the bread of God;
Here drink with Thee the royal wine of
Heaven;

Here would I lay aside each earthly load,
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

This is the hour of banquet and of song,

This is the heavenly table spread for me; Here let me feast, and, feasting, still prolong The brief bright hour of fellowship with Thee.

Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;
The feast, though not the love, is passed and

gone;

The bread and wine remove, but Thou art

here,

Nearer than ever, still my Shield and Sun.

I have no help but Thine; nor do I need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon;
It is enough, my Lord, enough, indeed :
My strength is in Thy might, Thy might
alone.

I have no wisdom, save in Him who is

My wisdom and my teacher, both in one; No wisdom can I lack while Thou art wise, No teaching do I crave, save Thine alone.

Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness; Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood;

Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace,Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my God.

I know that deadly evils compass me,
Dark perils threaten; yet I would not fear,
Nor poorly shrink, nor feebly turn to flee;
Thou, O my Christ, art buckler, sword,

spear.

But see, the Pillar-cloud is rising now,

And moving onward through the desert-night; It beckons, and I follow, for I know It leads me to the heritage of light.

Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;

Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above, Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,

The Lamb's great Bridal Feast of bliss and love.

THE TRUE BREAD.

RUE Bread of life, in pitying mercy

given,

Long-famished souls to strengthen and to feed ;

Christ Jesus, Son of God, true Bread of Heaven,

Thy Flesh is meat, Thy Blood is drink indeed.

I cannot famish, though this earth should fail, Though life through all its fields should pine and die ;

Though the sweet verdure should forsake each vale,

And every stream of every land run dry.

True Tree of life! of Thee I.eat and live,-
Who eateth of Thy fruit shall never die;
'Tis Thine the everlasting health to give,
The youth and bloom of immortality.

Feeding on Thee, all weakness turns to power, This sickly soul revives, like earth in spring; Strength floweth on and in, each buoyant hour, This being seems all energy, all wing.

Jesus, our dying, buried, risen Head,

Thy Church's Life and Lord, Immanuel! At Thy dear Cross we find the eternal bread, And in Thy empty tomb the living well.

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