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PLEASANT are Thy courts above
In the land of light and love ;
Pleasant are Thy courts below,
In this land of sin and woe ;
Oh! my spirit longs and faints
For the converse of Thy saints,
For the brightness of Thy face,
For Thy fulness, God of grace !

2 Happy birds that sing and fly

Round Thy altars, O Most High !
Happier souls that find a rest
In a heavenly Father's breast !
Like the wandering dove, that found
No repose on earth around,
They can to their ark repair,
And enjoy it ever there.

3 Happy souls ; their praises flow

Even in this vale of woe ;
Waters in the desert rise ;
Manna feeds them from the skies :
On they go from strength to strength,
Till they reach Thy throne at length,
At Thy feet adoring fall,
Who hast led them safe through all.

H. F. Lyte.


i LORD, when before Thy throne we meet,

Thy goodness to adore,
From heaven, th' eternal mercy-seat,

On us Thy blessing pour ;
And make our inmost souls to be
An habitation meet for Thee.
The Body for our ransom given ;

The Blood in mercy shed ;
With this immortal food from heaven,

Lord ! let our souls be fed !
And, as we round Thy Table kneel,

Help us Thy quickening grace to feel. 3 Be Thou, O Holy Spirit, nigh!

Accept the humble prayer,
The contrite soul's repentant sigh,

The sinner's heartfelt tear ;
And let our adoration rise,
As fragrant incense, to the skies. Amen.


My God, and is Thy Table spread ?

And doth Thy Cup with love o’erflow?
Thither be all Thy children led,

And let them all Thy sweetness 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 honoured be,

And furnished well with joyful guests ;
And may each soul salvation see

That here its sacred pledges tastes. 4. Revive Thy dying churches, Lord !

And bid our drooping graces live ;
And more, that energy afford
A Saviour's Blood alone can give. Amen.

P. Doddridge. 306.


Sancti, venite, Corpus Christi sumite.
DRAW nigh, and take the Body of the Lord,

And drink the holy Blood for you outpoured. 2 Saved by that Body, hallowed by that Blood,

Whereby refreshed, we render thanks to God. 3 Salvation's Giver, Christ the only Son,

By that His Cross and Blood the victory won. 4 Offered was He for greatest and for least:

Himself the Victim, and Himself the Priest. 5 Victims were offered by the Law of old,

That in a type, celestial mysteries told. 6 He, Ransomer from death, and Light from

shade, Giveth His holy grace His saints to aid. 7 Approach ye then, with faithful hearts sincere, And take the safeguard of salvation here.

7. M. Neale. (tr.)



O GOD, unseen yet ever near,

Thy presence may we feel ;
And, thus inspired with holy fear,

Before Thine altar kneel.
2 Here may Thy faithful people know

The blessings of Thy love,
The streams that through the desert flow,

The manna from above.
3 We come, obedient to Thy word,

To feast on heavenly Food ;
Dur meat, the Body of the Lord,

Our drink, His precious Blood. 4 Thus may we all Thy words obey,

For we, O God, are Thine ;
And go rejoicing on our way,

Renewed with strength divine.
5* To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore. Amen.

E. Osla,

I IN the Name of God the Father,

In the Name of God the Son,
In the Name of God the Spirit,

One in Three, and Three in One,
In the Name which highest angels

Speak not ere they veil their face,

Crying-Holy, Holy, Holy,

Come we to this sacred place. 2 Here, in figure represented,

See the Passion once again ;
Here, behold the Lamb most Holy

As for our redemption slain ;
Here the Saviour's Body broken,

Here the Blood which Jesus shed
Mystic Food of life eternal-

See, for our refreshment spread.
3 Here shall highest praise be offered,

Here shall meekest prayer be poured,
Here with body, soul, and spirit,

God Incarnate be adored.
Holy Jesu ! for Thy coming

May Thy love our hearts prepare ;
Thine we fain would have them wholly,
Enter, Lord, and tarry there. Amen.

7. W. Hewett.



Jesu, Dulcedo cordium.
JESUS, thou Joy of loving hearts !

Thou Fount of life! Thou Light of men !
From the best bliss that earth imparts,

We turn unfilled to Thee again.
2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ;

Thou savest those that on Thee call ;
To them that seek Thee, Thou art good,

To them that find Thee, All in all !

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