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MY

L. M.

Y God, and is Thy table spread,
And does Thy cup with love o'erflow,
Thither be all Thy children led,

And let them Thy sweet mercies 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 Oh, let Thy table honored be,

And furnished well with joyful guests:
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred 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.

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O

HOLY Jesu, Prince of Peace!

P.M.

Thy peace be with us gathering round
Thy board,

Here, where the presence of an unseen Lord
Waits to be gracious, charged with full release
To every heavy-laden soul

Which here remembers Thee.

2

3

4

Once more, as in that upper room,

Thou Who didst love Thine own unto the end,
Thou Whose dear voice to every sorrowing friend
Spoke the great promise through the deepening
gloom,

Thou bidd'st us, Master of the feast,
To-day remember Thee!

And e'en as in our hands we take

This broken bread, this precious cup of love,
Thy dying testament, which from above
Thou deignest ever new and fresh to make,
A fount of grace and life to all;

We do remember Thee!

Ours is the bond of love divine,

Which knits us each to all and all to each;
That love whose ever-lengthening cords can reach
From the white choir around Thy heavenly shrine
To those who come in faith to-day
Here to remember Thee.

5 Thy banquet over, as we go,

Strong in the strength of this celestial meat,
To tread the path of life with firmer feet,
To work the works which Thou hast bid us do,
Abide with us, O Lord, that still
We may remember Thee!

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Acco

CCORDING to Thy gracious word,
In meek humility.

This will I do. my dying Lord,

I will remember Thee.

C. M.

2 Thy body, broken for my sake,

My bread from heaven shall be ;
The cup, Thy precious blood, 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?

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

O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,

I must remember Thee.

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

When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come,
Then, Lord, remember me.

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C. M.

AM not worthy, holy Lord,

That Thou shouldst come to me;

Speak but the word: one gracious word
Can set the sinner free.

2 I am not worthy; cold and bare
The lodging of my soul;

How canst Thou deign to enter there?
Lord, speak, and make me whole.

3 I am not worthy; yet, my God,
How can I say Thee nay;

Thee, Who didst give Thy flesh and blood
My ransom-price to pay?

4 Oh, come! in this sweet morning hour
Feed me with food divine;

And fill with all Thy love and power
This worthless heart of mine.

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C.M.

SHE

HEPHERD of souls, refresh and bless
Thy chosen pilgrim flock,

With manna in the wilderness,

With water from the rock.

2 Hungry and thirsty, faint and weak,
As Thou when here below,
Our souls the joys celestial seek
Which from Thy sorrows flow.

3 We would not live by bread alone,
But by that word of grace,

In strength of which we travel on
To our abiding-place.

4 Be known to us in breaking bread,
But do not then depart;
Saviour, abide with us, and spread
Thy table in our heart.

5 Lord, sup with us in love divine;
Thy body and Thy blood,

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That living bread, that heavenly wine,
Be our immortal food.

BY

8.8.8.4.

Y 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 Until the trump of God be heard,
Until the ancient graves be stirred,
And with the great commanding word,
The Lord shall come.

6 O blessed hope! with this elate,
Let not our hearts be desolate,
But strong in faith, in patience wait,
Until He come!

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Holy Matrimony.

D. C. M.

ORD, Who at Cana's wedding feast
Didst as a guest appear,

Thou dearer far than earthly guest
Vouchsafe Thy presence here;
For holy Thou indeed dost prove
The marriage vow to be,
Proclaiming it a type of love

Between the Church and Thee.

2 The holiest vow that man can make,
The golden thread in life,

The bond that none may dare to break,
That bindeth man and wife;