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3 It died to sin, it died to cares,

But for a moment felt the rod :-
O mourner ! such, the Lord declares,
Such are the children of our God!


The Saints in Glory. 1 How bright these glorious spirits shine!

Whence all their white array ? How came they to the blissful seats

Or everlasting day? 2 Lo! these are they from sufferings great

Who came to realms of light,
And in the blood of Christ have washed

Those robes which shine so bright.
3 Now with triumphal palms they stand

Before the throne on high,
And serve the God they love, amidst

The glories of the sky.
4 Hunger and thirst are felt no more,

Nor suns with scorching ray;
God is their sun, whose cheering beams

Diffuse eternal day. 5 The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne

Shall o'er them still preside,
Feed them with nourishment divine,

And all their footsteps guide. 6 'Mong pastures green he'll lead his flock,

Where living streams appear; And God the Lord from every eye

Shall wipe off every tear.




This do in remembrance of me.
1 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?
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 tips grow dumb,

And mind and memory flee,
When thou shalt in thy kingdom come,

Jesus, remember me.

518. L. M.

The Memorial of our absent Lord.
1 Jesus is gone above the skies,

Where our weak senses reach him not;
And carnal objects court our eyes,

To thrust our Saviour from our thought. 2 He knows what wandering hearts we have,

Apt to forget his lovely face;
And, to refresh our minds, he gave

These kind memorials of his grace. 3 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem;
Christ and his love fill every thought,

And faith and hope be fixed on him. 4 Whilst he is absent from our sight,

'Tis to prepare our souls a place,
That we may dwell in heavenly light,
And live forever near his face.

519. 7s. M. Pratt's Col.

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 !

520. C. M.

E. TAYLOR. Proper Dispositions for the Communion. 1 O HERE, if ever, God of love!

Let strife and hatred cease;
And every thought harmonious move,

And every heart be peace.
2 Not here, where met to think on him

Whose latest thoughts were ours,
Shall mortal passions come to dim
The prayer devotion

*3 No, gracious Master, not in vain

Thy life of love hath been ;
The peace thou gav'st may yet remain,

Though thou no more art seen. 4. “Thy kingdom come;" we watch, we wait,

To hear thy cheering call,
When heaven shall ope its glorious gate,

And God be all in all.

521. L. M. WATTS.

The Lord's Supper instituted.
1 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night,

When powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betrayed him to his foes ;

2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and blessed, and brake: What love through all his actions ran!

What wondrous words of grace he spake ! 3 “This is my body, broke for sin;

Receive and eat the living food :
Then took the cup, and blessed the wine;

"'Tis the new covenant in my blood." 4. “Do this,” he cried, “till time shall end,

In memory of your dying Friend ;
Meet at my table, and record

The love of your departed Lord.” 5 Jesus! thy feast we celebrate;

We show thy death, we sing thy name,
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.

522. C. M.


For Communicants. 1 YE followers of the Prince of Peace,

Who round his table draw ! Remember what his spirit was,

What his peculiar law.
2 The love which all his bosom filled,

Did all his actions guide;
Inspired by love, he lived and taught;

Inspired by love, he died.
3 Let each the sacred law fulfil ;

Like his be every mind :
Be every temper formed by love,

And every action kind.

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