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L. M. My God, and is Thy table spread,

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. 30 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, Who see the light or feel the sun.

P. Doddridge.

C. M.

O GOD, unseen, yet ever near,

Thy presence may we feel ;
And thus, inspired with holy fear,

Before Thine altar kneel.

2 Here may Thy faithful people know

The blessings of Thy love ;
The streams that through the desert flow,
The manna from above.

3 We come, obedient to Thy word,

To feast on heav'nly food :
Our meat, the body of the Lord ;

Our drink, His precious blood.
4 Thus would we all Thy words obey,

For we, O God, are Thine ; And ġo rejoicing on our way,

Renewed with strength divine.

E. Osler.


L. M. Oh, happy day that fixed my choice

On Thee, my Saviour and my God ! Well may this glowing heart rejoice,

And tell its raptures all abroad. 2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows

To Him who merits all my love ! Let cheerful anthems fill His house,

While to that sacred shrine I move.

3 'T is done ; the great transaction's done ;

I am my Lord's, and He is mine ; He drew me, and I followed on,

Charmed to confess the voice divine.

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.


L. M. JESUS, Thou joy of loving hearts,

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 ;

Thou savest those that on Thee call; To them that seek Thee, Thou art good,

To them that find Thee, all in all ! 3 We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread,

And long to feast upon Thee still ; We drink of Thee, the Fountain Head,

And thirst our souls from Thee to fill. 4 Our restless spirits yearn for Thee,

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 movements calm and

bright; Chase the dark night of sin away ; Shed o'er the world Thy holy light.

Bernard of Clairvaux, arr. Tr. R. Palmer. 659

8s. 81.
DECK thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness,
Come into the daylight's splendor ;
There with joy thy praises render
Unto Him whose grace unbounded
Hath this wondrous banquet founded
High o'er all the heav'ns He reigneth,
Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth.


2 Now I sink before Thee, lowly,

Filled with joy most deep and holy,
As with trembling awe and wonder
On Thy mighty works I ponder,
How by mystery surrounded,
Depths no man has ever sounded,
None may dare to pierce, unbidden,
Secrets that with Thee are hidden.

3 Sun, Who all my life dost brighten,

Light, Who dost my soul enlighten,
Joy, the sweetest man e'er knoweth,
Fount, whence all my being floweth,
At Thy feet I cry, my Maker ;
Let me be a fit partaker
Of this blessèd food from heaven,
For our good, Thy glory, given.

J. Frank. Tr. C. M'inkworth.


88,7s. 81. In the name of God, the Father,

In the name of God, the Son, In the name of God, the Spirit,

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 ; Here behold the Lamb most holy,

As for our redemption slain ; Here the Saviour's body broken,

Here the blood which Jesus shed, Mystic food of life eternal,

See, for our refreshment spread.

3 Here shall highest praise be offered,

Here shall meekest prayer be poured, Here, with body, soul, and spirit,

God incarnate be adored. Holy Jesus, for Thy coming,

May Thy love our hearts prepare ; Thine we fain would have them wholly, Enter, Lord, and tarry there.

J. W. Hewett.


8s, 7s. 81. JESUS spreads His banner o'er us,

Cheers our famished souls with food ; He the banquet spreads before us

Of His mystic flesh and blood. Precious banquet, bread of heaven,

Wine of gladness, flowing free ; May we taste it, kindly given,

In remembrance, Lord, of Thee. 2 In Thy holy incarnation,

When the angels sang Thy birth, In Thy fasting and temptation,

In Thy labors on the earth,
In Thy trial and rejection,

In Thy sufferings on the tree,
In Thy glorious resurrection,
May we, Lord, remember Thee.

R. Park. 662

78. 61.
BREAD of heav'n, on Thee we feed,
For Thy flesh is meat indeed.
Ever may our souls be fed
With this true and living Bread ;
Day by day with strength supplied,
Thro' the life of Him who died.

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