2 Vine of heaven, Thy blood supplies Lord, Thy wounds our healing give, Grafted, rooted, built in Thee. 663 J. Conder. Alt. 10s. NOT worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs With trembling hand, that from Thy table fall, A weary, heavy-laden sinner comes To plead Thy promise and obey Thy call. 2 I am not worthy to be thought Thy child, Nor sit the last and lowest at Thy board; Too long a wanderer, and too oft beguiled, I only ask one reconciling word. 3 One word from Thee, my Lord, one smile, one look, And I could face the cold, rough world again; And with that treasure in my heart could brook The wrath of devils and the scorn of men. 4 And is not mercy Thy prerogative – Free mercy, boundless, fathomless, divine? Me, Lord, the chief of sinners, me forgive, And Thine the greater glory, only Thine. 5 I hear Thy voice; Thou bid'st me come and rest; I come, I kneel, I clasp Thy piercèd feet; Thou bid'st me take my place, a welcome guest Among Thy saints, and of Thy banquet eat. 6 My praise can only breathe itself in prayer, My prayer can only lose itself in Thee;" Dwell Thou for ever in my heart, and there, Lord, let me sup with Thee; sup Thou with me. 664 E. H. Bickersteth. 10s. BREAK Thou the bread of life, dear Lord, to me, As Thou didst break the loaves beside the sea. Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord; My Spirit pants for Thee, O living Word! 2 Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord, to me, to me, As Thou didst bless the bread by Galilee ; Then shall all bondage cease, all fetters fall, And I shall find my peace, my all in all. M. A. Lathbury. 665 "TILL He come," oh, let the words 2 When the weary ones we love 7s. 61. 3 See, the feast of love is spread, 666 E. H. Bickersteth. 10s. HERE, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face; Here would I touch and handle things unseen; Here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace, And all my weariness upon Thee lean. 2 Here would I feed upon the bread of God, Here drink with Thee the royal wine of heaven; Here would I lay aside each earthly load, Here taste afresh the calm of sin for given. 3 This is the hour of banquet and of song; This is the heavenly table spread for me; Here let me feast, and, feasting, still prolong The brief bright hour of fellowship with 4 Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear; The feast, though not the love, is past and gone; The bread and wine remove, but Thou art here, Nearer than ever, still my shield and sun. 5 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by, Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above, Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy, The Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love. 667 O ROCK of ages, one foundation, H. Bonar. 9s, 8s. On which the living Church doth rest,The Church, whose walls are strong salvation, Whose gates are praise, Thy name be blest! 2 Son of the living God, oh call us Once and again to follow Thee; And give us strength, whate'er befall us, Thy true disciples still to be. 3 When fears appal, and faith is failing, Make Thy voice heard o'er wind and wave, "Why doubt?"-and in Thy love prevailing Put forth Thine hand to help and save. 5 Oh, strengthen Thou our weak endeavor 668 9s, 8s. BREAD of the world, in mercy broken, 2 Look on the heart by sorrow broken, 669 R. Heber. A PARTING hymn we sing 2 Here have we seen Thy face, 3 The purchase of Thy blood, The path our dear Redeemer trod 4 In self-forgetting love 670 Be our communion shown, Until we join the church above, FROM the table now retiring S. M. A. R. Wolfe. Which for us the Lord hath spread, May our souls, refreshment finding, Grow in all things like our head. 2 His example while beholding, May our lives His image bear; Him our Lord and Master calling, His commands may we revere. 8s, 7s. |