2 Vine of heaven, Thy blood supplies

This blest cup of sacrifice.
Lord, Thy wounds our healing give,
To Thy cross we look and live.
Jesus, may we ever be
Grafted, rooted, built in Thee.

J. Conder. Alt. 663

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 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.

E. H. Bickersteth.

664

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

7. 61. “TILL He come,” oh, let the words Linger on the trembling chords ; Let the “little while" between In their golden light be seen ; Let us think how heav'n and home

Lie beyond that “Till He come.” 2 When the weary ones we love

Enter on their rest above,
Seems the earth so poor and vast,
All our life-joy overcast ?
Hush, be every murmur dumb;
It is only, “Till He come.”

3 See, the feast of love is spread,

Drink the wine and break the bread, -
Sweet memorials, till the Lord
Call us round His heavenly board,
Some from earth, from glory some,
Severed only, “Till He come.

E. H. Bickersteth. 666

10s. HERE, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face ; Here would 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 pro

long The brief bright hour of fellowship with

Thee. 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.

H. Bonar.

9s, 8s.

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667
O Rock of ages, one foundation,

On which the living Church doth rest,The Church, whose walls are strong salva

tion, 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 prevail

ing

Put forth Thine hand to help and save. 4 And if our coward hearts deny Thee,

In inmost thought, in deed, or word, Let not our hardness still defy Thee,

But with a look subdue us, Lord. 5 Oh, strengthen Thou our weak endeavor

Thee in Thy sheep to serve and tend,
To give ourselves to Thee for ever,
And find Thee with us to the end.

H. A. Martin. 668

9s, 8s. BREAD of the world, in mercy broken,

Wine of the soul, in mercy shed, By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whose death our sins are dead ;

2 Look on the heart by sorrow broken,

Look on the tears by sinners shed ; And be Thy feast to us the token

That by Thy grace our souls are fed.

R. Heber.

669

S. M.
A PARTING hymn we sing

Around Thy table, Lord ;
Again our grateful tribute bring,

Our solemn vows record.

2 Here have we seen Thy face,

And felt Thy presence here ;
So may the savor of Thy grace

In word and life appear.
3 The purchase of Thy blood,

By sin no longer led,
The path our dear Redeemer trod

May we rejoicing tread.
4 In self-forgetting love

Be our communion shown,
Until we join the church above,
And know as we are know.n.

A. R. Wolfe.

8s, 78.

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FROM the table now retiring

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.