For now Thy people are allowed
To scale the mount, and pierce the cloud;
And faith may feed her eager view
With wonders Sinai never knew.

Let crowds approach with hearts pre

pared, With hearts inflamed let all attend ; Nor, when we leave our Father's board,

The pleasure or the profit end.

Revive our dying churches, Lord,

And bid our drooping graces live ; And more, that energy afford,

A Saviour's blood alone can give.

DR. DODDRIDGE.

Fresh from the atoning sacrifice,
The world's Redeemer bleeding lies,
That man, His foe, for whom He bled,
May take Him for his daily bread.
Oh! agony of wavering thought,
When sinners first so near are brought :
It is my Maker-dare I stay?
My Saviour-dare I turn away?
O Saviour ! calm our troubled fears ;
O Saviour ! gather up our tears ;
And let us in this solemn hour
Behold Thy glory, feel Thy power.

FORTH

7. KEBLE.

450.-" The Table of the Lord.”

MALACHI I. 12. R. DODDRIDGE seems

to have composed this Hymn after a sermon on the text above quoted; and the

original title is God's Name Profaned when His Table is treated with Contempt. The Hymn, although by a Nonconformist, was long inserted at the end of editions of the Church of England Prayer-book.

451.—The Saviour's Guests.

ISAIAH xxxii. 2.
L.M. six lines.
ORTH from the dark and stormy

sky,
Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly,
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Saviour, we seek Thy shelter here ;
Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray ;
Turn not, O Lord, Thy guests away.
Long have we roamed in want and pain,
Long have we sought for rest in vain :
'Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost :
Low at Thy feet our sins we lay ;
Turn not, O rd, Thy guests away.

BISHOP HEDER.

My , MY

L.M.
Y God, and is Thy table spread,
And does Thy cup with love o'er-

flow?
Thither be all Thy children led,

And let them all its sweetness know.

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. Why are these emblems all in vain

Before unwilling hearts displayed ? Was not for you the Victim slain ;

Are you forbid the children's bread ?

Now while the symbols of Thy love

Before Thy saints are set,
And Thou, descending from above,

Their yearning hearts hast met ; Come, and o'ershadow with Thy power

This lonely heart of mine,
And feed me in this solemn hour

With Thine own bread and wine.

O let 'Thy table honoured be,

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

That here its sacred pledges tastes.

My meat indeed-my drink indeed

Art Thou, my gracious Lord ; Help Thou my soul by faith to feed

On this Thy precious Word ;

Till nourished, strengthened, satisfied,

My glad and thankful heart Forgets the things Thou hast denied

In those Thou dost impart.

MRS. S.AXBY.

454.--The Love of Jesus.

1 JOHN iv. 10. HE Communion Hymns of Dr. Watts, gathered together in his “Third Book," include a few that the Church will not

willingly let die, and pre-eminently that already given (107):

“When I survey the wondrous cross." One or two others, less memorable, have yet endeared themselves to many generations, as :

“How sweet and awful is the place," and :

“Jesus invites His saints." Better known, however, is the following, in which simplicity and pathos redeem the lack of high poetical expression.

On the authority of the late Mr. D. Sedgwick we retain in the last verse but one the reading of many old editions: “Nor lets His saints forget." Dr. Watts meant to say that Christ had ordained this memorial that His Church might remember Him. Most modern hymn-books, however, make the line hortatory : "Nor let His saints forget."

C.M.

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While on Thy dear Cross we gaze, Mourning o'er our sinful ways, Turn our sadness into praise.

OW condescending and how kind

Was God's eternal Son ! Our misery reached His heavenly mind,

And pity brought Him down.

O that I could with favoured John Recline my weary

head upon The dear Redeemer's breast ! From care and sin and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee

My everlasting rest!

458.-Love and Fellowship.

John xiii. 23. HIS Hymn is from a series of six

(Hymns and Sacred Poems, 1749) on the same subject : “ Desiring to Love."

In its ardour and pathos it well merits a place among Hymns for the Lord's Supper, a position to which a fine appropriateness is given by the allusion to "the beloved disciple," in the last verse.

Many hymn-books end with the

Mary at the Master's feet," an obvious incompleteness. There is a seventh verse in the original, which, though fine in itself, seems needless here, and the Wesleyan Hymnbook judiciously omits it.

CILARLES WESLEY.

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459.-Sacrifice and Redemption.

MARK xiv. 23.

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Spread for Thy church by Thee; Nor prophet nor evangelist

Preach the glad news so free.

8.8.6. O LOVE Divine, how sweet Thou art !

When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by Thee ? I thirst, I faint, I die to prove The greatness of redeeming love,

The love of Christ to me !

N° gospel like this feast,

All our redemption cost,

All our redemption won ; All it has won for us, the lost,

All it cost Thee, the Son.

Stronger His love than death or hell; Its riches are unsearchable :

The first-born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see; They cannot reach the mystery,

The length and breadth and height.

Thine was the bitter price,

Ours is the free gift given ; Thine was the blood of sacrifice,

Ours is the wine of heaven.