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2 See how he lov'd, who travell'd on
Teaching the doctrine from the skies;
Who bade disease and pain be gone,
And called the sleeping dead to rise.
3 See how he lov'd, who never shrank
From toil or danger, pain or death
But all the cup of sorrow drank,
And meekly yielded up his breath.
4 And shall such love meet no return?
Nor wake the passions of the breast?
Shall not our grateful bosoms burn,
To prove our love by every test?

5 Yes, we will love thee, Saviour, Guide For thou hast lov'd us-O how well! More than all earthly friends beside, More than our feeble lips can tell!

634. C. M. EXETER COLLECTION. Reflections on the death of Jesus. 1 WITH warm affection let us view, With pious grief improve, The solemn and impressive scene Of Jesus' dying love.

2 Not all the malice of his foes, His pity could subdue:

"Father forgive," he meekly pray'd, "They know not what they do."

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3 O what a love was here display'd

Beyond our utmost thought!

How pure the lessons, how sublime,
In life and death he taught!

4 Let not his sacred truths, by us
Be lost or misapply'd;

Nor let our thoughtless hearts forget
That 'twas for us he died.

635. L. M. DRUMMOND.
The memory of Jesus.

1 YES, long as mem'ry to my brain
Recalls a feature of the past,
There shall my Saviour's image reign,
And of its treasures be the last.

2 O holy feast! for

grosser sense Ordain'd not,-sweet refreshment give; live. And that pure nutriment dispense, On which my faith and hope may 3 This bread, as manna from the sky, O may it feed my hungry soul, And health and strength and speed supply, To run to virtue's heav'nly goal!

4 And may this emblem of his blood,
The cheering fruitage of the vine,
Send to my heart a thrilling flood
Of love, of joy, and grace divine!
5 And may this heart ne'er cease to glow
With rapt devotion, God! to thee;-
And all the gratitude I owe
To him who gave his life for me!

6 If I forget thee, blessed Lord!
O may my hand forget her skill,
Nor longer may my voice accord

To be the herald of my will,

7 But may each pow'r its task forego,Be all my bosom's chords unstrung, Extinct my spirit's vivid glow,

And bound in frozen sleep my tongue!

636. C. M. NEW YORK COLLECTION.
A communion hymn.

1 O GOD! accept the sacred hour
Which we to thee have giv'n;
And let this hallow'd scene have pow'r
To raise our souls to heav'n.

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 pow'rs, our wills to thee.

4 And oft, along life's dang'rous way,
To smooth our passage through,
Wilt thou, on this thy holy day,
For us this scene renew.

637. C. M. LIVERPOOL, PARADISE ST COLL

A communion hymn.

1 O HERE, if ever, God of love!
Let strife and hatred cease;
And ev'ry heart harmonious move,"
And ev'ry thought be peace.

2 Not here, where met to think on him,
Whose latest thoughts were ours,
Shall mortal passions come, to dim
The pray'r devotion pours.
3 No, gracious Master! not in vain
Thy life of love hath been;
The peace thou gav'st may yet remain,
Though thou no more art seen.

4 Thy kingdom come: we watch, we wait
To hear the cheering call;

When heav'n shall ope its glorious gate,
And God be all in all.

638. L. M. NEW YORK COLLECTION.
A communion hymn.

1 WE sing thy mercy, God of love!
That sent the Saviour from above,
To free our race from sin and woe,

And spread thy peace and truth below.
2 We thank thee for the words he brought;
We thank thee that he liv'd and taught
Frail and imperfect man, to be
In humble mode resembling thee.

3 We thank thee for thy gracious care, That kept those sacred pages fair Through ev'ry age, whose lines record The deeds and precepts of our Lord.

4 We thank thee for this solemn rite,
By us repeated in thy sight;

O fill our souls with bread divine,
And nourish us with heav'nly wine.

639. S. M. NEW YORK COLLECTION.
A communion hymn.

1 YES, to the last command
We will obedient prove;
Around his table will we stand,
In mem❜ry of his love.

2 His precious blood he shed
For our unworthy race,

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While uttering in th' Almighty's stead His messages of grace.

O, if our senseless pride

His dying words neglect,

"Tis we who pierce his sacred side, And we who God reject!

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Then let us ever keep

This consecrated feast,

"Till mem'ry shall have sunk to sleep,

Or life itself have ceas'd.