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1 QWEET feast of love Divine!
To feed upon this bread and wine,
2 Hero every welcome guest
The secrets of Thy Father's breast,
3 Here conscience ends its strife,
The sweetness of the bread of life,
4 The blood that flowed for sin
And feel the blessed pledge within,
5 Oh, if this glimpse of love
What will it be, O Lord, above,
6 To see Thee face to face,
And all Thy ways of wondrous grace
1 TfE followers of the Prince of Peace, I Who round His table draw, Bemember what His spirit was,
2 The love which His pure bosom filled
Did all His actions guide:
3 Let each His sacred law fulfil;
Like Hie be every mind;
4 Let none who call themselves His friends
Disgrace the honoured name,
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1 rnHE voice that breathed o'er Eden,
The primal marriage blessing,
2 Still in the pure espousal
Of Christian man and maid
3 For dower of blessed children,
For love and faith's sweet sake,
4 Be present, awful Father,
To give away this bride,
5 Be present, Son of Mary,
To join their loving hands,
6 Be present, Holiest Spirit,
To bless them as they kneel,
7 Oh spread Thy pure wing o'er them,
Let no ill power find place,
8 To cast their crowns before Thee,
In perfect sacrifice,
With Christ's own Bride they rise.
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46 MORLEY'S DOUBLE CHANT.
1 "nROTHEE, thou art gone before us, J) And thy saintly soul is flown Where tears are wiped from every eye,
And sorrow is unknown.
2 From the burden of the flesh,
And from care and fear released, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest.
3 The toilsome way thou'st travelled o'er,
And borne the heavy load;
4 And there thou 'rt sure to meet the good
Whom on earth thou lovedst best,
5 "Earth to earth," and "dust to dust,"
The solemn priest hath said;
So we lay the turf above thee now,
And we seal thy narrow bed;
6 But thy spirit, brother, soars away
Among the faithful blest,
7 And when the Lord shall summon us
Whom thou hast left behind,
8 May each, like thee, depart in peace,
To be a glorious guest,
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1 IVfOW rests her soul in Jesu's arms,
And peace more calm than tongue can tell,—
2 She hath escaped all danger now,
Her pain and sighing all are fled,
Eternal glories o'er her shed,
3 The child hath now its Father seen,
And feels what kindling love may be, And knoweth what those words may mean,
"Himself, the Father, loveth thee." A shoreless ocean, an abyss Unfathomed, of repose and bliss.
4 We, who yet wander through the waste,
Sister, long after thee on high;
We think upon thy home of joy,
1 rFHOU art gone to the grave but we will not t deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the
tomb; The Saviour hath passed through its portal before
thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide through
2 Thou art gone to the grave we no longer be
Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side;
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may hope, for the Sinless hath died.
3 Thou art gone to the grave—and, its mansion
forsaking, Perchance thy tried spirit in fear lingered long;