678. L. M. Dublin Coll.

"This do in remembrance of me."

1 "Eat, drink, in memory of your Friend!"

Such was our Master's last request; Who all the pangs of death endured, That we might live forever blest.

2 Yes, we'll record thy matchless love, Thou dearest, tenderest, best of friends!

Thy dying love the n.o.blest praise Our hearts can offer thee transcends.

3 'Tis pleasure more than earth can give Thy goodness through these veils to see, Thy table food celestial yields, And happy they who sit with thee.

679. 7s. M. Bowring.

A Communion Hymn.

1 Not with terror do we meet At the board by Jesus spread; Not in mystery drink and eat Of the Saviour's wine and bread.

2 'Tis his memory we record, 'Tis his virtues we proclaim; Grateful to our honored Lord, Here we bless his sacred name.

3 Yes, we will remember thee, Friend and Saviour; and thy feast Of all services shall be Holiest and welcomest.

680. 10s. M. Beard's Coll.

"And all that believed were together." Acts 4:44.

1 Restore, O Father! to our times restore The peace which filled thine infant church of yore; Ere l.u.s.t of power had sown the seeds of strife, And quenched the new-born charities of life.

2 O never more may differing judgments part From kindly sympathy a brother's heart; But linked in one, believing thousands kneel, And share with each the sacred joy they feel.

3 From soul to soul, quick as the sunbeam's ray, Let concord spread one universal day; And faith, by love lead all mankind to thee, Parent of peace, and fount of harmony!

681. 7s. M. Pratt's Coll.

Spiritual Nourishment.

1 Bread of heaven! on thee we feed, For thy flesh is meat indeed; Ever let our souls be fed With this true and living bread!

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.

3 Day by day with strength supplied, Through the life of him who died; Lord of Life! oh, let us be Rooted, grafted, built on thee!

682. S. M. Furness.

A Communion Hymn.

1 Here, in the broken bread, Here, in the cup we take, His body and his blood behold, Who suffered for our sake.

2 O Thou, who didst allow Thy Son to suffer thus, Father, what more couldst thou have done Than thou hast done for us?

3 We are persuaded now That nothing can divide Thy children from thy boundless love, Displayed in him who died;--

4 Who died to make us sure Of mercy, truth and peace, And from the power and pains of sin To bring a full release.

683. C. M. Dale.

Christ Blessing the Bread.

1 Behold, amid his little flock, The Saviour stands serene, Unawed by suffering yet to be, Unchanged by what hath been.

2 Still beams the light of love undimmed In that benignant eye, Nor, save his own prophetic word, Aught speaks him soon to die.

3 He pours within the votive cup The rich blood of the vine, And "Drink ye all the hallowed draught,"

He cries, "This blood is mine."

4 He breaks the bread; then clasps his hands, And lifts his eyes in prayer, Receive ye this and view by faith My body symbolled there.

684. C. M. Anonymous.

Christ's Law of Love.

1 Ye followers of the Prince of peace, Who round his table draw!