3 Love to God and man displaying, Walking steadfast in His way, Joy attend us in believing,

Peace from God, through endless day.

671

J. Rowe.

8,8,8,4.

By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored,
We keep the memory adored,

And show the death of our dear Lord
Until He come.

2 His body, broken in our stead,
Is here in this memorial bread;
And so our feeble love is fed
Until He come.

3 His fearful drops of agony,
His life-blood shed for us, we see:
The wine shall tell the mystery
Until He come.

4 And thus that dark betrayal night,
With the last advent we unite,
The shame, the glory, - by this rite,
Until He come.

5 Oh, blessèd hope! with this elate
Let not our hearts be desolate,
But strong in faith, in patience wait
Until He come.

672

G. Rawson.

10s. 21.

O KING of mercy, from Thy throne on high, Look down in love, and hear our humble

cry.

2 Thou tender Shepherd of the blood-bought sheep,

Thy feeble wandering flock in safety keep.

3 O gentle Saviour, by Thy death we live; To contrite sinners life eternal give.

4 Thou art the bread of heaven, on Thee we feed;

Be near to help our souls in time of need.

5 Thou art the mourner's stay, the sinner's friend,

Sweet fount of joy and blessings without

end.

6 Oh, come and cheer us with Thy heavenly grace;

Reveal the brightness of Thy glorious face. 7 Go where we go, abide where we abide, In life, in death, our comfort, strength, and guide.

8 Oh, guide us daily with Thine eye of love, And bring us safely to our home above!

673

T. R. Birks.

10s. 21.

DRAW nigh and take the body of the Lord, And drink the holy blood for you outpour'd.

2 Saved by that body and that holy blood, With souls refreshed, we render thanks to God.

3 Salvation's giver, Christ, the only Son, By His dear cross and blood the victory

won.

4 Offered was He for greatest and for least, Himself the victim, and Himself the priest.

5 He, ransomer from death, and light from shade,

Now gives His holy grace, His saints to aid.

6 Approach ye then with faithful hearts sincere,

And take the safeguard of salvation here.

7 He, that His saints in this world rules and shields,

To all believers life eternal yields,

8 With heavenly bread makes them that hunger whole,

Gives living waters to the thirsting soul.

9 Alpha and Omega, to Whom shall bow All nations at the doom, is with us now. Latin, c. 680.

674

Tr. J. M. Neale.

7s, 31.

JESUS, to Thy table led,

Now let ev'ry heart be fed
With the true and living bread.

2 While in penitence we kneel,
Thy blest presence let us feel,
All Thy wondrous love reveal.

3 While on Thy dear cross we gaze,
Mourning o'er our sinful ways,
Turn our sadness into praise.

4 When we taste the mystic wine,
Of Thine outpoured blood the sign,
Fill our hearts with love divine.

5 Draw us to Thy wounded side, Whence there flowed the healing tide : There our sins and sorrows hide.

6 From the bonds of sin release; Cold and wavering faith increase ; Lamb of God, grant us Thy peace. 7 Lead us by Thy pierced hand, Till around Thy throne we stand, In the bright and better land. R. H. Baynes.

675

ACCORDING to Thy gracious word,
In meek humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember Thee.

2 Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be ;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember Thee.

3 Gethsemane can I forget?

Or there Thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember Thee?

C. M.

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,
I must remember Thee.

5 Remember Thee and all Thy pains,
And all Thy love to me;

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember Thee.

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee,

When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me.

676

J. Montgomery.

7s. 81.

AT the Lamb's high feast we sing
Praise to our victorious King,
Who hath washed us in the tide
Flowing from His piercèd side;
Praise we Him, whose love divine
Gives His sacred blood for wine,
Gives His body for the feast,
Christ the victim, Christ the priest.

2 Where the paschal blood is poured,
Death's dark angel sheathes his sword;
Israel's hosts triumphant go

Through the wave that drowns the foe. Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed, Paschal victim, paschal bread;

With sincerity and love

Eat we manna from above.

3 Mighty victim from the sky,

Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie;
Thou hast conquered in the fight,
Thou hast brought us life and light.
Now no more can death appal,
Now no more the grave enthrall;
Thou hast opened paradise,

And in Thee Thy saints shall rise.
Latin. Tr. R. Campbell.

677

O BREAD to pilgrims given,
O food that angels eat,

7s, 6s. 81.

O manna sent from heaven,
For heav'n-born natures meet,