May each, with strength from heav'n endu'd, Say, "My beloved's mine:

"I eat his flesh, and drink his blood, "In signs of bread and wine.”

398. The Table spread for the Church.

C. M.

THIS is the day our Lord has made;
Rejoice my friends, to see
His royal table richly spread

For such vile worms as we.

Ye beggars, from your dunghills rise,
Cast off your rags of shame:
Open ye blind, your long-clos'd eyes;
And leap for joy, ye lame.

Come and with regal robes be clad,
All at the cost of Christ:
Come ev'ry one a king be made,
And ev'ry oné a priest.

Welcome, poor sinner, welcome here;
Leave all thy cares behind;
Dismiss thy doubt, cast off thy fear;

Give reas'nings to the wind,
Believe thy God; believe his word,
His Spirit, and his Son,

Only believe thy dying Lord,

And all the work is done.

Come, eat his flesh, and drink his blood;
Make all his merits thine,

Sure as thy body lives on food,

And feels the strength of wine.

399. Peace is made by the Blood of the Cross. S. M.

GLORY to God on high;

Our peace is made with heav'n:
The Son of God came down to die,
That sin might be forgiv❜n.

His precious blood was shed,
His body bruis'd for sin;
Remember this in eating bread,
And that in drinking wine.

Approach his royal board,
In his rich garments clad,
Join ev'ry tongue to praise the Lord,
And ev'ry heart be glad.

The Father gives the Son;

The Son his flesh and blood;
The Spirit applies, and faith puts on,
The righteousness of God."

Sinners the gift receive:

And each say, "I am chief;

"Thou know'st, O Lord, I would believe "O! help my unbelief."

Lord, help us from above;

Thy power is all thy own:

Faith is thy gift, and hope, and love;

For of ourselves we've none.

400. Receiving the Memorials of Christ with Prayer. C. M.

THE blest memorials of thy grief,
Thy suff'rings, and thy death,
We come, dear Saviour, to receive,
But would receive with faith.
The tokens, sent us to relieve
Our spirits when they droop,
We come, dear Saviour, to receive,
But would receive with hope.
The pledges thou wast pleas'd to leave,
Our mournful minds to move,
We come, dear Saviour, to receive,
But would receive with love,
Here, in obedience to thy word,
We take thy bread and wine;
The utmost we can do, dear Lord,
For all beyond is thine.

Increase our faith, and hope, and love;`

Lord give us all that's good;

We would thy full salvation prove,

And share thy flesh and blood.

401. The solemn Feast ordained by Christ,

C. M.

THAT doleful night before his death,
The Lamb for sinners slain

Did almost with his latest breath
This solemn feast ordain.

To keep thy feast, Lord, we are met,
And to remember thee:

Help each poor trembler to repeat,
For me he died;-for me.

Thy suff'rings, Lord, each sacred sign
To our remembrance brings:
We eat the bread, and drink the wine;
But think on nobler things.

0, tune our tongues, and set in frame
Each heart that pants to thee,
To sing, "Hosanna to the Lamb,
"The Lamb that died for me."

402. The Lord's Supper instituted.
'TWAS on that dark, that doleful night,
When pow'rs of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,

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

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L. M.

He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake; What love through all his actions ran! What wond'rous words of grace he spake!

This is my body, broke for sin;

،، Receive and eat the living food ;" Then took the cup and bless'd the wine;

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'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood."

[For us his flesh with nails was torn,
He bore the scourge, he felt the thorn;
And justice pour'd upon his head
Its heavy veng'ance in our stead.

For us his vital blood was spilt,

To buy the pardon of our guilt;
When, for black crimes of biggest size,
He gave his soul a sacrifice.]

"Do this, (he cry'd) 'till time shall end,
"In mem'ry of your dying friend;
"Meet at my table, and record
"The love of your departed Lord."

[Jesus! thy feast we celebrate,

We shew thy death, we sing thy name, Till thou return, and we shall eat The marriage supper of the Lamb.]

ORDINATION OF A MINISTER.

403. Prayer for Union in the Church. C.M.
DEAR Saviour, may this church of thine.
Flourish in all thy ways,
Increase in love, abound in zeal,
And grow in fervent praise.`

Still as they walk the paths of truth,
Thy greater grace display,

And glory all immortal shine,
Along their happy way..

May nothing break the bonds of love,
Or hide thy brighter face,

But all with growing warmth aspire,
And pant for growing peace.