2 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of His Flesh and Blood!
Thrice happy he who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food.

3 Why are its dainties all in vain
Before unwilling hearts displayed?
Was not for them the Victim slain?
Are they forbid the children's bread?

4 Oh, let Thy table honoured be,
And furnished well with joyful guests,
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes!

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"We, being many, are one bread and one body, for we are all partakers of that one bread."-1 Cor. x. 17.

HOLY Jesu, Prince of Peace!

Thy peace be with us gathering round

Thy board,

Here where the presence of an unseen Lord
Waits to be gracious, charged with full release
To every heavy-laden soul

Which here remembers Thee.

Once more, as in that upper room,

Thou who didst love Thine own unto the end,

Thou whose dear voice to every sorrowing friend Spoke the great promise through the deepening gloom,

Thou bidst us, Master of the Feast,
To-day remember Thee.

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And e'en as in our hands we take
This broken bread, this precious cup of love,
Thy dying testament, which from above
Thou deignest ever new and fresh to make,
A fount of grace and life to all;
We do remember Thee.

Ours is the bond of love divine,

Which knits us each to all and all to each,
That love whose ever-lengthening cords can reach
From the white choir around Thy heavenly shrine
To those who come in faith to-day

Here to remember Thee.

Thy banquet over, as we go,

Strong in the strength of this celestial meat,
To tread the path of life with firmer feet,

To work the works which Thou hast bid us do,
Abide with us, O Lord, that still

We may remember Thee!

Amen.

"Which are the figures of the true."-Heb. ix. 24.

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LORD, refresh Thy flock!

Athirst to Thee they cry;

Thou art the spiritual Rock

Whence they must drink, or die!

2 O Lord, our sickness heal!

Thou in our sufferings sore
Wert lifted up that we might feel
Sin's poison-fangs no more.

3 Preserve us, Lord, from death!
Thou art the Lamb, whose Blood
On Israel's lintel spread in faith
A token was for good.

4 With many a bitter herb
Of wishes dear subdued,

'Tis meet that, dressed in pilgrim garb,
We take Thee for our food.

5 Away those types are cast,
And now Thyself we see;

Yet let each sign that cheered the past
Still lift our hearts to Thee.

Amen.

"He that eateth My Flesh and drinketh My Blood, dwelleth in Me and I in him."-St. John vi. 56.

1 HEE we adore, O unseen Saviour! Thee,

Thin Thy Feast art pleased with us to be,

Both flesh and spirit in Thy Presence fail,
Yet here Thy Presence we devoutly hail.
2 Oh, blest Memorial of our dying Lord,
Who living Bread to men doth here afford!
Oh, may our souls for ever feed on Thee,
And Thou, O Christ, for ever precious be!

3 Fountain of goodness! Jesu, Lord and God! Cleanse us, unclean, with Thy most cleansing Blood;

Increase our faith and love that we may know The hope and peace which from Thy Presence flow. 4 O Christ! whom now beneath a veil we see, May what we thirst for soon our portion be; To gaze on Thee unveiled, and see Thy Face, The vision of Thy glory and Thy grace.

Amen.

Bishop J. R. Woodford (from Latin of Thomas Aquiras).

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"Every man that hath this hope in Him, purifieth himself even as He is pure."-1 St. John iii. 3. E pray Thee, heavenly Father, To

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We hear us in Thy love,

And pour upon Thy children
The unction from above;
That so in love abiding,

From all defilement free,
We may in pureness offer
Our Eucharist to Thee.

2 Be Thou our Guide and Helper,
O Jesu Christ, we pray:
So may we well approach Thee,
If Thou wilt be the Way.
Thou, very Truth, hast promised
To help us in our strife,
Food of the weary pilgrim,
Eternal Source of Life.

3 And Thou, Creator Spirit,
Look on us, we are Thine;
Renew in us Thy graces,
Upon our darkness shine;
That with Thy benediction
Upon our souls outpoured,
We may receive in gladness
The Body of the Lord.

4 O Trinity of Persons!
O Unity most high!
On Thee alone relying,

Thy servants would draw nigh.
Unworthy in our weakness,

On Thee our hope is stayed,
And blest by Thy forgiveness
We will not be afraid.

Amen.

Vincent S. S. Coles.

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Thine, O Lord, is the victory."-1 Chron. xxix. 11.
LLELUIA! Sing to Jesus!
His the sceptre, His the throne
Alleluia! His the triumph,
His the victory alone.
Hark, the songs of holy Zion
Thunder like a mighty flood:
"Jesus cut of every nation,

Hath redeemed us by His Blood!"

2 Alleluia! Not as orphans

Are we left in sorrow now;
Alleluia! He is near us,

8.7.

Faith believes, nor questions how.
Though the cloud from sight received Him
When the forty days were o'er,
Shall our hearts forget His promise-
"I am with you evermore"?

3 Alleluia! Bread of heaven,

Thou on earth our food, our stay;
Alleluia! Here the sinful

Flee to Thee from day to day.
Intercessor, Friend of sinners,
Earth's Redeemer, plead for me,
Where the songs of all the sinless
Sweep across the crystal sea.
4 Alleluia! Sing to Jesus!

His the sceptre, His the throne
Alleluia! His the triumph,
His the victory alone.
Hark, the songs of holy Zion
Thunder like a mighty flood:

"Jesus out of every nation,

Hath redeemed us by His Blood!"

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Amen.

William Challeston Dix.