4. Let crowds approach with hearts prepared; With hearts inflamed let all attend;

Nor when we leave our Father's board,
The pleasure or the profit end.

437 C. M. Invoking the Spirit's Influence. WESLEY.
COME, Holy Ghost, thine influence shed,
And realize the sign;
Thy life infuse into the bread,
Thy power into the wine.

2. Effectual let the tokens prove,
And made by heavenly art,
Fit channels to convey thy love,
To every faithful heart.

438 L. M. Desiring suitable affections. STEELE. LORD, while around thy board we meet, And humbly worship at thy feet,

O let our warm affections move,
In glad returns of grateful love.

2. Let faith our feeble senses aid,
To see thy wondrous love displayed,
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,
Thy dreadful agonizing pains.
3. Let humble penitential wo,

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

439

7s. Feeding on Christ by Faith. CONDER. BREAD of heaven! on Thee I feed, For thy flesh is meat indeed;

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!

440 C. M. The Wonders of Redemption. STEELE. DEAR Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell, In Thy atoning blood!

By this are sinners snatched from hell,
And rebels brought to God.

2. Jesus, my soul adoring bends,
To love so full, so free;

And may I hope that love extends
Its sacred power to me?

3. What glad return can I impart,
For favours so divine?

O take my all-this worthless heart,
And make it only Thine.

441 C. M. After the Lord's Supper.

WATTS.

BLEST be the Lord, that gives his flesh,
To nourish dying men;

And often spreads his table fresh,

Lest we should faint again.

2. Our souls shall draw their heavenly breath, While Jesus finds supplies;

Nor shall our graces sink to death,
For Jesus never dies.

3. Daily our mortal flesh decays,
But Christ our Life shall come;
His unresisted power shall raise
Our bodies from the tomb.

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,

443 L. M. Collection for Poor Members.

THE Lord, who rules the world's affairs, For me a well-spread board prepares ; My grateful thanks to Him shall rise, He knows my wants, these wants supplies. 2. And shall I grudge to give his poor A mite from all my bounteous store? No,-Lord, the friends of thine and Thee, Shall always find a friend in me.

444

C. M. The same.

JESUS our Lord, the Prince of life,
Was rich beyond compare:

The heavens and earth, and all their hosts,
By Him created were.

2. Behold, how sorrowful and poor,
This Mighty One became!

For us he lived a life of wo,
His face was hid with shame.

3. For us his precious blood was shed,
Our sins are thus forgiven;
His poverty enriched our souls,
And made us heirs of heaven.

4. Then let us imitate the grace
Which Jesus hath displayed,
By lending his afflicted ones,
Our sympathy and aid.

5. Love not in word or empty show,
Disperse with liberal hand;

Forget not how by liberal things,
We all in Jesus stand.

445

C. M. The same.

DODDRIDGE,

YES, there are joys that cannot die,
With God laid up in store;

Treasure beyond the changing sky,
Brighter than golden ore.

2. The seeds which piety and love
Have scattered here below,

In the fair, fertile fields above,
To ample harvests grow.

3. The mite my willing hands can give
At Jesus' feet I lay;

Grace shall the humble gift receive,
And grace at large repay.

446 8,7. Collection for the Spread of the Gospel.

FRANCIS.

PRAISE the Saviour, all ye nations,

Praise him all ye hosts above;

Shout with joyful acclamations,
His divine victorious love.
Be His kingdom now promoted,
Let the earth her Monarch know:
Be my all to Him devoted,
To the Lord my all I owe.

2. With my substance I will honour
My Redeemer and my Lord;

Were ten thousand worlds my manor,
All were nothing to his word:
While the heralds of salvation
His abounding grace proclaim,
Let his friends of every station,
Gladly join to spread his fame.

447

S. M. The same.

THY bounties, gracious Lord,
With gratitude we own;

We bless thy providential grace,
Which showers its blessings down.

2. With joy thy people bring
Their offerings round thy throne ;
With thankful souls behold we pay,
A tribute of thy own.

SCOTT.