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2 Not all the malice of his foes

His pity could subdue; " Forgive them, Father!” he exclaimed;

They know not what they do." 3 O what a love was here displayed,

Beyond our utmost thought!
How pure the lessons, how sublime,

In life and death he taught! 4 Let not his sacred truths by us

Be lost or misapplied ;
Nor let our thoughtless hearts forget
That’t was for us he died.
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335. PRATT's Col.

Christ the Broad from Heaven.

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! O let us be
Rooted, grafted, built on thee!

C. M.

MONTGOMERY. 16 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 lips grow dumb,

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

Jesus, remember me.

C. M.



For the Lord's Supper.


6 O not for these alone I pray,”

The dying Saviour said, Though on his breast that moment lay

The loved disciple's head,


2 Though to his eye that moment sprung

The kind, the pitying tear
For those that eager round him hung,

His words of love to hear,
3" O not for these alone I pray;

But all of mortal race
Who hear my word and choose my way

Have in my heart a place.” 4 Sweet is the thought, when here we meet,

His feast of love to share ;
And, 'mid the toils of life, how sweet

The memory of his prayer!

S. M.

The Saviour commemorated.


JESUS, the Friend of man,

Invites us to his board :
The welcome summons we obey,

And own our gracious Lord.
Here we survey that love

Which spoke in every breath,
Which crowned each action of his life,

And triumphed in his death.
Then let our powers unite,

His sacred name to raise;
Let grateful joy fill every mind,

And every voice be praise.
And while we share the gifts

Which from his Gospel flow,
O may our hearts, to all mankind,

With warm affection glow.



C. M.



Following after Jesus.

1 In vain we thus recall to mind

The cross our Master bore, Unless a holier strength we find,

And love his spirit more.

2 May we, like him, though thanked with ill,

Insulted, and withstood,
In hope and patience labor still

To do our brethren good.

3 Like him may we, unmurmuring, go

Our heaven-appointed way, And learn, 'midst gathering storms of woe,

6 God's will be done!” to say.

C. M.

340. J. NEWTON. Prayer for those who join the Church. 1 LEt plenteous grace descend on those

Who, hoping in thy word,
This day have solemnly declared

That Jesus is their Lord.

2 With cheerful feet may they advance,

And run the Christian race,
And, through the trials of the way,

Find all-sufficient grace.

3 Lord, plant us all into thy death,

That we thy life may prove,
Partakers of thy cross beneath,

And of thy crown above.

C. M. 341.

E. TAYLOR. Hymn for the Lord's Supper. i Not here, where met to think on Him

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

The prayer devotion pours.
2 No, gracious Master, not in vain

Thy life of love hath been;
The peace thou gavest may yet remain,

Though thou no more art seen.

3 " 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.

S. M.



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.


Yes, that our souls might live,

Those sacred limbs were torn,
That blood was spilt, and pangs untold

Were by the Saviour borne.


O Thou who didst allow

Thy Son to suffer thus, Father, what more couldst thou have done

T'han thou hast done for us?

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