"Then said He unto him, A certain man made a great supper, and bade many.”

MY God, and is Thy table spread? 30 let Thy table honoured be,

5 Revive Thy dying churches, Lord!
And bid our drooping graces live;
And more, that energy afford,
A Saviour's love alone can give.

8

James Langran, Mus. B.

"I will love him, and will manifest Myself to him."

1 HERE, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;

Here would I touch and handle things unseen,
Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal grace,
And all my weariness upon Thee lean.

2 Here would I feed upon the bread of God,

Here drink with Thee the royal wine of heaven;
Here would I lay aside each earthly load,

Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
3 This is the hour of banquet and of song;

This is the heavenly table spread for me;
Here let me feast, and, feasting, still prolong

The brief bright hour of fellowship with Thee.

MEMORIA (88 84).

4 Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;

The feast, though not the love, is past and gone;
The bread and wine remove, but Thou art here,
Nearer than ever, still my shield and sun.

5 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by,
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,

The Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love.

Hymn 321

(336)

Samuel Sebastian Wesley, Mus. D.

"As often as ye eat this bread and drink this cup, ye do show the Lord's death till He come."

1 BY Christ redeemed, in Christ re- | 4 And thus that dark betrayal night

stored,

We keep the memory adored
And show the death of our dear Lord,
Until He come.

2 His body broken in our stead
Is here, in this memorial bread,
And so our feeble love is fed,
Until He come.

3 The drops of His dread agony, His life-blood shed for us, we see; The wine shall tell the mystery,

Until He come.

With the last advent we unite,
By one blest chain of loving rite,
Until He come.

5 Until the trump of God be heard, Until the ancient graves be stirred, And with the great commanding word

The Lord shall come.

6 O blessed hope! with this elate,
Let not our hearts be desolate,
But, strong in faith, in patience wait,
Until He come.

"And another angel came and stood at the altar, bearing a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which is before the throne."

1 THOU standest at the altar,

Thou offerest every prayer;

In faith's unclouded vision

We see Thee ever there.

2 Out of Thy hand the incense
Ascends before the throne,
Where Thou art interceding,
Lord Jesus, for Thine own.

3 And, through Thy blood accepted,

With Thee we keep the feast;

Thou art alone the Victim,
Thou only art the Priest.

4 We come, O only Saviour;
On Thee, the Lamb, we feed :
Thy flesh is bread from heaven,
Thy blood is drink indeed.

5 To Thee, Almighty Father;
Incarnate Son, to Thee;
To Thee, Anointing Spirit,
All praise and glory be.