2 The body for our ransom given,
The blood in mercy shed,

With this immortal food from heaven,
Lord, let our souls be fed:

And, as we round Thy table kneel,
Help us Thy quickening grace to feel.

3 Be Thou, O Holy Spirit, nigh;
Accept the humble prayer,
The contrite soul's repentant sigh,
The sinner's heartfelt tear;

And let our adoration rise,

As fragrant incense to the skies. Amen.

367 “That they may be one, even as we are one.”

1 LORD JESUS, are we one with Thee?
O height, O depth of love!
Thou one with us on Calvary,
We one with Thee above!

2 Such was Thy love, that for our sake
Thou didst from heaven come down;
Our mortal flesh and blood partake,
In all our misery one.

3 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,
Confessed and borne by Thee:

The sting, the curse, the wrath were Thine,
To set Thy members free.

4 Ascended now, in glory bright,

Still one with us Thou art;

Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height
Thy saints and Thee can part.

5 Ere long shall come that glorious day,
When, seated on Thy throne,

Thou shalt to wondering worlds display,
That we in Thee are one.

Amen.

368 "If any man thirst, let him come unto Me and drink."

10 FOUNTAIN eternal of life and of light, Where all find refreshment who seek it aright, Pure spring of salvation

And true consolation,

[rolls, From God's holy temple Thy living stream Whose waters flow ample for all thirsty souls.

2 Here come I, my Shepherd, athirst after Thee; In mercy receive me, for mercy's my plea, The word Thou hast spoken

Can never be broken;

Thou know'st I am needy and greatly distrest, Thou callest the weary to come and find rest.

3 Thou, River of life, dost refresh heart and

mind,

Those whom Thou enrichest eternal good find; Amidst tribulation,

The cup of salvation

I take; thus with gladness inspired by Thee, All sorrow and sadness far distant must flee.

4 O Lord, my Redeemer, permit me to rest Where saints are no longer by suffering Where joys beyond measure [opprest; And fulness of pleasure

In glory transcendent the conquerors share, And where crowns resplendent the faithful shall wear. Amen.

369 "Ye do show the Lord's death till He come."

1 TILL He come-O let the words
Linger on the trembling chords;
Let the little while between
In their golden light be seen;
Let us think how heaven and home
Lie beyond that "Till He come.

2 When the weary ones we love
Enter on their rest above,
Seems the earth so poor and vast,
All our life-joy overcast?

Hush! be every murmur dumb:
It is only, "Till He come."

3 Clouds and conflicts round us press:
Would we have one sorrow less?
All the sharpness of the cross,
All that tells the world is loss,
Death, and darkness, and the tomb
Only whisper, "Till He come."

4 See, the feast of love is spread,
Drink the wine, and break the bread;
Sweet memorials-till the Lord
Call us round His heavenly board;
Some from earth, from glory some,
Severed only, "Till He come."

Amen.

370 "Until that day when I drink it new with you in My Father's Kingdom.'

1 HERE, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face; Here faith can touch and handle things

unseen;

Here would I grasp with firmer hand Thy 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 I have no help but Thine; nor do I need Another arm save Thine to lean upon; It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;

My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.

4 Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness; Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood:

Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peaceThy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord, my God.

5 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.

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

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

Holy Baptism.

371 "They brought unto Him also infants."

1 IN token that thou shalt not fear
Christ crucified to own,

We print the cross upon thy brow,
And mark thee His alone.

2 In token that thou shalt not blush
To glory in His Name,
We blazon here upon thy front
His glory and His shame.

3 In token that thou shalt not flinch
Christ's conflict to maintain,
But 'neath His banner manfully
Firm at thy post remain;

4 In token that thou too shalt tread
The path He travelled by;
Endure the cross, despise the shame,
And sit with Him on high;

5 Thus outwardly and visibly

We seal thee for His own;

And may the brow that wears His Cross
Hereafter share His crown!

Amen.