We welcome thee with one accord, And trust the Saviour does the same. 3 And while we pass this vale of tears, 4 Once more our welcome we repeat; O, may we all together meet Around the throne of God above! 622. C. M. Christian Fellowship. S. F. SMITH. 1 PLANTED in Christ, the living Vine, 2 Joined in one body may we be ; One be our heart; one heavenly hope 3 In prayer, in effort, tears, and toils, Taught by one Spirit from above, 4 Around this feeble, trusting band Nor let the storms of trial beat 5 Then, when, among the saints in light, Shall anthems of immortal praise, 623. O Lamb of God, be thine. S. M. Christian Fellowship. 1 BLEST be the tie that binds- 2 Before our Father's throne FAWCETT. We pour our ardent prayers; 3 We share our mutual woes, The sympathizing tear. 4 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain; 5 This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way; 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, And perfect love and friendship reign 624. THE LORD'S SUPPER. C. M. Remembering Christ. 1 IF human kindness meets return, 2 O, shall not warmer accents tell B. W. NOEL. To Him who died our fears to quell, 3 While yet his anguished soul surveyed What love his latest words displayed! — 4 Remember thee! thy death, thy shame, 625. C. M. Coming to the Table of the Lord. 1 LET vain pursuits and vain desires ANONYMOUS. The Saviour's love fill every breast, 2 He knew how frail our nature is, 3 These faithful pledges of his love. To bring refreshment to our souls, 4 Since such his condescending grace, His table now draw near. 5 And while we join to celebrate May we receive new grace and power, 626. C. M. MONTGOMERY. "This do in Remembrance of me." 1 ACCORDING to thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember thee. 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, 3 Gethsemane can I forget? 4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, 5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, A Communion Hymn. 1 O, FOR a prophet's fire, To speak the mighty love of Him 2 In vain our hearts attempt, In language meet, to tell FURNESS. How through a thousand sorrows burned 3 Yet would we praise that love, Come, gather round this table, then, 4 These symbols of his death, O, with what power they speak! 5 And shall they plead in vain Forbid it, God, while through our veins 628. C. M. For Communicants. BIRMINGHAM COLL. 1 YE followers of the Prince of Peace, 2 The love which all his bosom filled 3 Let each the sacred law fulfil; |