The brief bright hour of fellowship with L ABOURING and heavy laden,

and gone ;

This is the hour of banquet and of song, 463.-Christ our Life.
This is the heavenly table spread for me;

JOHN x. Jo. Here let me feast, and feasting, still pro

8.7. long

,

Wanting help in time of need, Thee.

Fainting by the way from hunger, Too soon we rise : the symbols disappear:

Bread of Life ! on Thee we feed. The feast, though not the love, is past

Thirsting for the springs of water The bread and wine remove, but Thou

That, by Love's eternal law, art here,

From the stricken Rock are flowing, Nearer than ever, still my Shield and

Well of Life! from Thee we draw. Sun.

Driven out from happy Eden, I have no help but Thine ; nor do I need Far from home and shelter strayed,

Another arm save Thine to lean upon. Tossed with tempest, faint from sunshine, It is enough, my Lord, enough, indeed;

Tree of Life ! we seek Thy shade. My strength is in Thy might—Thy might alone.

In the land of cloud and shadow,

Where no human eye can see-
I have no wisdom, save in Him who is
My wisdom and my teacher, both in one;

Light to those who sit in darkness,

Light of Life ! we walk in Thec.
No wisdom can I lack while Thou art wise,
No teaching do I crave, save Thine
alone.

Strangers upon earth and pilgrims

Wearied with the world, and weak; Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteous- | By life's many ways bewildered, ness ;

Path of Life! for Thee we seek. Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood.

Vexed with passion's hateful bondage, Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace, Longing, struggling to be free, Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord, Where Thy loving banner leads us,

Prince of Life! we follow Thee.

my God.