COMMUNION HYMN.

COMFORT.

MRS. E. B. BROWNING.

SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low,
Lest I should fear and fall, and miss thee so
Who art not missed by any that entreat.
Speak to me as to Mary at thy feet,
And if no precious gums my hands bestow,
Let my tears drop like amber, while I go
In reach of thy divinest voice complete
In humanest affection, thus, in sooth,
To lose the sense of losing! As a child,
Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore,
Is sung to in its stead by mother's mouth,-
Till, sinking on her breast, love-reconciled,
He sleeps the faster that he wept before.

COMMUNION HYMN.

N. L. FROTHINGHAM.

"Do this in remembrance of me."

"How he was known of them in breaking of bread."

"REMEMBER me," the Saviour said,
On that forsaken night,

When from his side the nearest fled,
And death was close in sight.

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Through all the following ages' track
The world remembers yet;
With love and worship gazes back,
And never can forget.

But who of us has seen his face,
Or heard the words he said?
And none can now his look retrace
In breaking of the bread.

O blest are they, who have not seen,
And yet believe him still!

They know him, when his praise they mean,
And when they do his will.

We hear his word along our way;

We see his light above; Remember when we strive and pray,

Remember when we love.

THE MASTER.

S. D. ROBBINS.

THOU art our Master! Thou of God the Son,
Of man the friend;

By thee alone the victory is won:
Our souls defend!

THE MASTER.

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Thou art the Master! let us love thy word:

Thy spirit give!

Let us obey thee as our risen Lord,
Obey, and live.

Thou art our Master! with thy cross, thy crown, Thou Crucified!

Now from thy starry throne look gently down, With us abide!

Thou art our Master! through the narrow way
Thou once didst tread,

Lead thy disciples upward to the day!
Thou living Head!

Thou art our Master! at thy feet we cast
Our burdens now.

The yoke of Love we take; O, bind us fast!
To thee we bow.

Thou art our Master! through our earthly home
No guide but thee!

And when thy kingdom unto us shall come,
Our servant be!*

* Luke xii. 37.

HYMN TO JESUS.

SYLVESTER JUDD.

O Son of God! thy children we;
Train us in holiness:

As thou the Father's image bore,
Thine own on us impress.

O Bread of God! our natures crave
The lost beatitude:

The Father gave thee meat unknown;
Give us thy flesh and blood.

O Vine of God! of thee bereft,
Our virtues wilt and die:
Thou wert the Father's tender care;
Shield us when danger 's nigh.

O Word of God! thy voice we hear,
And hail the truth divine;
To thy commandments, broad and pure,
Our hearts and ways incline.

O Love of God! we seek to dwell
In love, and God, and thee;
The end of woes, the end of sins,

Shall love's perfection be.

HYMN TO JESUS.

Light of the World! our path illume;
The shadowy fear disperse;

Shine on these realms of woe and sin;
Undo the heavy curse.

Water of Life! our life's sweet spring;
In us thy stream renew;
On lowly grace thy grace distil,
Kindly as Hermon's dew.

O Shepherd! guard thy little flock;
Keep us from strife and guile;
Serene our life; be our life's close
Calm as a summer isle.

O Crucified! we share thy cross;
Thy passion too sustain;
We die thy death, to live thy life,
And rise with thee again.

O Glorified! thy glory breaks;
Our new-born spirits sing;

Salvation cometh with the morn;

Hope spreads an heavenward wing.

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