And the rich blood that Jesus shed
To raise the soul to heaven.

3 Millions of souls in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.

4 Yet is his house and heart so large,
That millions more may come ;
Nor could the wide o'erspreading world
O'erfill the spacious room.

5 All things are ready: come away,
Nor weak excuses frame;

Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder's name.

DODDRIDGE.

485 Christ's Presence at the Feast asked. 9.8.9.8.

BREAD of the world, in mercy broken!

Wine of the soul, in mercy shed!

By whom the words of life were spoken,
And in whose death our sins are dead.

2 Look on the heart by sorrow broken,
Look on the tears by sinners shed,
And be thy feast to us the token
That, by thy grace, our souls are fed!

HEBER.

486

The same.

L. M.

COME, great and gracious Saviour, come!

Illustrious Conqu'ror o'er the tomb;

Here thine assembled servants bless,
And fill our hearts with sacred peace.

2 O come thyself, most gracious Lord,
With all the joy thy smiles afford!
Reveal the lustre of thy face,
And make us feel thy vital grace.

3 Enter our hearts, Redeemer blest,
Enter, thou ever-honour'd guest,
Not for one transient hour alone,
But there to fix thy lasting throne.

DODDRIDGE.

487 Communion at the Lord's Table.

EFRESHED by the bread and wine,
The pledges of our Saviour's love;
Now let our hearts and voices join
In songs of praise with those above.
2 Do they sing, "Worthy is the Lamb?"

3

L. M.

Although we cannot reach their strains; Yet we, through grace, can sing the same, For us He died, for us He reigns.

If they behold Him face to face,

While we a glimpse can only see;

Yet equal debtors to his grace,

As safe and as beloved are we.

4 They had, like us, a suff'ring time,

Our cares, and fears, and griefs they knew ; But they have conquer'd all through Him, And we ere long shall conquer too.

5 Though all the songs of saints in light
Are far beneath his matchless worth,
His grace is such, He will not slight
The feeble praise of worms on earth.

NEWTON.

488 Crucifixion to the World by the Cross

of Christ.

WHEN I survey the wondrous cross

L. M.

On which the Prince of Glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,

489

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Remembrance of Christ.

WATTS.

ACCORDING to thy gracious word,

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 my 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?

Yes, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember Thee.

C. M.

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

When Thou shalt in thy Kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me.

2.-BAPTISM.

MONTGOMERY.

490

The Promise of the Covenant.

How

[OW large the promise, how divine,
To Abra'm and his seed!

" I'll be a God to thee and thine,

Supplying all their need."

2 The words of his extensive love
From age to age endure;
The angel of the cov'nant proves,
And seals the blessing sure.

3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms,
To our great fathers given;
He takes young children to his arms
And calls them heirs of heaven.

4 Our God, how faithful are his ways!
His love endures the same;
Nor from the promise of his grace
Blots out the children's name.

C. M.

WATTS.