long But see, the Pillar-cloud is rising now, And moving onward through the desert night: It beckons, and I follow, for I know 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. DR. H. EONAR. 463.-Christ our Life. 8.7. LABOURING JOHN X. 10. The brief bright hour of fellowship with ABOURING and heavy laden, Thee. Too soon we rise: the symbols disappear: The feast, though not the love, is past and gone; The bread and wine remove, but Thou Nearer than ever, still my Shield and I have no help but Thine ; nor do I need I have no wisdom, save in Him who is Wanting help in time of need, Fainting by the way from hunger, Bread of Life! on Thee we feed. Thirsting for the springs of water That, by Love's eternal law, Driven out from happy Eden, Far from home and shelter strayed, Tossed with tempest, faint from sunshine, Tree of Life! we seek Thy shade. In the land of cloud and shadow, Where no human eye can see- Strangers upon earth and pilgrims Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteous-❘ By life's many ways bewildered, ness; Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood. Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace, Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord, my God. Path of Life! for Thee we seek. Vexed with passion's hateful bondage, Longing, struggling to be free, Lift up from earth our eyes To that great banquet there; And ever for the crowning prize Our waiting hearts prepare. The life that's hid with Thee With hidden manna feed, Until the great Epiphany, When we shall feast indeed. Adapted from Charles Wesley. 470.-The Lord's Supper. I CORINTHIANS xi. 26. 888.4. BY Christ redeemed, in Christ restored, We keep the memory adored, And show the death of our dear Lord, Until He come! His body, broken in our stead, Is here in this memorial bread. And so our feeble love is fed, Until He come ! His fearful drops of agony, His life-blood shed for us we see ; The wine shall tell the mystery, Until He come ! And thus that dark betrayal-night, With the last advent we unite ; The shame! the glory! by this rite, Until He come! Until the trump of God be heard, Until the ancient graves be stirred, And with the great commanding word, The Lord shall come ! O blessed hope! with this elate G. RAWSON. 471.-"Till He come." I CORINTHIANS xi. 26. 7s. TILL He come, O let the words When the weary ones we love Enter on their rest above, Seems the earth so poor and vast, Hush, be every murmur dumb: Clouds and conflicts round us press; All the sharpness of the cross, See, the feast of love is spread, E. H. BICKERSTETH. 472.-The One Church. EPHESIANS ii. 19. HIS exquisite little Hymn is from the same collection as No. 469. There is no place where the "communion of saints" is more deeply realized than at the Lord's Table. The voices of heaven and earth are one in celebrating the glories of the Lamb that was slain. C.M. HAPPY the souls to Jesus joined, And saved by grace alone, The church triumphant in Thy love, |