242

"Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved."

I mf SWEET feast of love divine!
'Tis grace that makes us free
To feed upon this bread and wine,
In memory, Lord, of Thee.

2 Here every welcome guest

Waits, Lord, from Thee to learn The secrets of Thy Father's breast, And all Thy grace discern.

3 mf Here conscience ends its strife,
cres And faith delights to prove

The sweetness of the bread of life,
The fulness of Thy love.

ROCKINGHAM.

4

That blood that flowed for sin
In symbol here we see,
cres And feel the blessed pledge within
That we are loved of Thee.

5 mf Oh, if this glimpse of love

Is so divinely sweet,
What will it be, O Lord, above,
Thy gladdening smile to meet;
6 ƒ To see Thee face to face,

Thy perfect likeness wear,
And all Thy ways of wondrous grace
Through endless years declare!
Amen.

243

"The Lord Jesus, the same night in which He was betrayed, took bread.

I 'TWAS on that night when doomed 4 to know

The eager rage of every foe,

That night in which He was be-
trayed,
[bread;

The Saviour of the world took

2 mf And, after thanks and glory given
To Him that rules in earth and
heaven,

That symbol of His flesh He broke,
And thus to all His followers spoke:

3 "My broken body thus I give

For you, for all; take, eat, and live;
And oft the sacred rite renew, [view."
That brings My wondrous love to

mf Then in His hands the cup He raised, And God anew He thanked and praised;

cres While kindness in His bosom glowed,

And from His lips salvation flowed. 5mf" My blood I thus pour forth," He cries,

"To cleanse the soul in sin that lies; cres In this the covenant is sealed,

AndHeaven's eternal grace revealed. 6mf" With love to man this cup is fraught; Let all partake the sacred draught; dim Through latest ages let it pour, In memory of My dying hour."

Amen

1 MY God, and is Thy table spread? And doth Thy cup with love o'erflow? cres Thither be all Thy children led,

And let them all Thy sweetness know.

3mfWhy are its bounties all in vain
Before unwilling hearts displayed?
Was not for you the Victim slain?
Are you forbid the children's bread?

2 mf Hail, sacred feast which Jesus makes, 4mf Oh, let Thy table honoured be
Rich banquet of His flesh and blood!

res Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly food.

And furnished well with joyful guests,
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes!

1.-The Christian Life.

1. PENITENCE AND CONFESSION.

Amen.

DALKEITH (1st Tune). 10, 10, 10, 10. THOMAS HEWLETT, Mus. Bac.

ST. CYPRIAN (2nd Tune). 10,10,10,10.

JOHN STAINER, Mus. Doc.

A

men.

245 "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins.”

WEARY of earth, and laden with my sin,

I look at heaven and long to enter in :
But there no evil thing may find a home;
cres And yet I hear a voice that bids me come.
2 So vile I am, how dáre I hope to stand
In the pure glory of that holy land-

Before the whiteness of that throne appear?

cres Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.
3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way,
Evil is ever with me day by day:

cres Yet on mine ears the grácious tidings fall,
f "Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all."

4 f It is the voice of Jésus that I hear;

His are the hands stretched out to draw me near,
And His the blood that cán for all atone
And set me faultless there before the throne.

5 'Twas He who found me on the deathly wild,
And made me heir of heaven, the Father's child,
And day by day, whereby my soul may live,
Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give.
6 mf O great Absolver, gránt my soul may wear
The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer,
cres That in the Father's courts my glorious dress
f May be the garment of Thy righteousness.

7 mf Yea, Thou wilt answer fór me, righteous Lord!
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward;

Thine the sharp thorns, (cres) and mine the golden crown;
f Mine the life won, (p) and Thine the life laid down.
8 mf Nought can I bring, dear Lord, for all I owe:
Yet let my full heart what it can bestow;

Like Mary's gift, let mý devotion prove,
cres Forgiven greatly, how I greatly love! Amen.

"When He hath found it, He layeth it on His shoulders, rejoicing."

ST. WERBURGH (2nd Tune). 6,4,6,4,6,6,4. Sir R. STEWART, Mus. Doc.

"Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow."