655 My God, and is Thy table spread, L. M. And does Thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all Thy children led, And let them all Thy sweetness know. 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 O let Thy table honored be, And furnish'd well with joyful guests: And may each soul salvation see, That here its holy pledges tastes. 4 Drawn by Thy quickening grace, O Lord, In countless numbers let them come; And gather from their Father's board The bread that lives beyond the tomb. 5 Nor let Thy spreading Gospel rest, Till through the world Thy truth has run; Till with this bread all men be blest, 656 O GOD, unseen, yet ever near, 2 Here may Thy faithful people know C. M. The streams that through the desert flow, The manna from above. 3 We come, obedient to Thy word, 4 Thus would we all Thy words obey, 657 E. Osler. Он, happy day that fixed my choice And tell its raptures all abroad. 2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows L. M. 3 'T is done; the great transaction's done; 4 Now rest, my long-divided heart, Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; Oh, who with earth would grudge to part, When called with angels to be blest? 5 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear; Till, in life's latest hour, I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear. P. Doddridge. 658 JESUS, Thou joy of loving hearts, L. M. Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of men, From the best bliss that earth imparts, We turn unfill'd to Thee again. 2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; And long to feast upon Thee still; Where'er our changeful lot is cast; Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see, Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast. 5 O Jesus, ever with us stay; Make all our bright; movements calm and Chase the dark night of sin away; 659 8s. 81. DECK thyself, my soul, with gladness, 2 Now I sink before Thee, lowly, Depths no man has ever sounded, 3 Sun, Who all my life dost brighten, Of this blessèd food from heaven, 660 J. Frank. Tr. C. Winkworth. IN the name of God, the Father, One in Three, and Three in One, In the name, which highest angels Speak not, ere they veil their face, Crying, "Holy, holy, holy!" Come we to this sacred place. 2 Here, in figure represented, See the passion once again; See, for our refreshment spread. 3 Here shall highest praise be offered, Holy Jesus, for Thy coming, May Thy love our hearts prepare; Thine we fain would have them wholly, Enter, Lord, and tarry there. 661 J. W. Hewett. 8s, 7s. 81. JESUS Spreads His banner o'er us, 2 In Thy holy incarnation, When the angels sang Thy birth, In Thy sufferings on the tree, In Thy glorious resurrection, 662 R. Park. BREAD of heav'n, on Thee we feed, 7s. 61. With this true and living Bread ; |