4 Thy covenant may they keep,
And bless the happy bands,
Which closer still engage their hearts
To honor thy commands.

599

L. M.

SCOTCH PARAPHRASES.

The Lord's Supper instituted.

Matt. xxvi. 26-29.

1 'TWAS on that night, when, doomed to know

The eager rage of every foe,

That night in which he was betrayed,
The Savior of the world took bread;

2 And, after thanks and glory given
To Him that rules in earth and heaven,
That symbol of his flesh he broke,
And thus to all his followers spoke :

3 "My broken body thus I give

For you, for all; take, eat, and live;
And oft the sacred rite renew,
That brings my wondrous love to view."
4 Then in his hands the cup he raised,
And God anew he thanked and praised;
While kindness in his bosom glowed,
And from his lips salvation flowed.

5 "My blood I thus pour forth," he cries,
"To cleanse the soul in sin that lies;
In this the covenant is sealed,

And Heaven's eternal grace revealed.

6 "With love to man this cup is fraught;
Let all partake the sacred draught;
Through latest ages let it pour,
In memory of my dying hour."

600

L. M.

WATTS.

The Memorial of our absent Lord.

1 JESUS is gone above the skies,

Where our weak senses reach him not; And carnal objects court our eyes,

To thrust our Savior from our thought.

2 He knows what wandering hearts we have,
Apt to forget his lovely face;
And, to refresh our minds, he gave
These kind memorials of his grace.

3 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem, Christ and his love fill every thought, And faith and hope be fixed on him. 4 While he is absent from our sight, 'Tis to prepare our souls a place, That we may dwell in heavenly light, And live forever near his face.

601

C. M.

MONTGOMERY.

"This do in Remembrance of me."

1 ACCORDING to thy gracious word, In meek humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord,

I will remember thee.

2 Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be ; Thy testamental cup I take,

And thus remember thee.

3 Gethsemane can I forget,
Or there thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember thee?

4 When to the cross I turn my eyes,
And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice,
I must remember thee;

5 Remember thee, and all thy pains,
And all thy love to me,

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember thee.

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee,

When thou shalt in thy kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me.

1 HERE, in the broken bread,
Here, in the cup we take,
His body and his blood behold,
Who suffered for our sake.

FURNESS.

2 Yes, that our souls might live,
Those sacred limbs were torn,
That blood was spilt, and pangs untold
Were by the Savior borne.

3 0 thou who didst allow

Thy Son to suffer thus,

Father, what more couldst thou have done
Than thou hast done for us?

4 We are persuaded now,

That nothing can divide

Thy children from thy boundless love,
Displayed in him who died;

5 Who died to make us sure

Of mercy, truth, and peace;
And from the power and pains of sin
To bring a full release.

603

L. M.

Communion Hymn.

WATTS.

1 HOW are thy glories here displayed, Great God, how bright they shine, While at thy word we break the bread, And pour the flowing wine!

2 Thy saints attend, with every grace,
On this great sacrifice,

And Love appears with cheerful face,
And Faith with fixed eyes.

3 Our Hope in waiting posture sits,
To Heaven directs her sight;
Here every warmer passion meets,
And warmer powers unite.

604

S. M.

FURNESS.

A Communion Hymn.

1 O FOR a prophet's fire,

O for an angel's tongue,

To speak the mighty love of Him
Who on the cross was hung!

2 In vain our hearts attempt,

In language meet, to tell

How through a thousand sorrows burned
That flame unquenchable.

3 Yet would we praise that love,
Beyond expression dear;

Come, gather round this table, then,
And celebrate it here.

4 Here, in the bread and wine,
Your dying Savior view;
Thus did he give his body up,
And thus his blood, for you.
5 These symbols of his death,

O, with what power they speak!
Prophetic lips and angels' lyres,
Compared with these, are weak.

6 And shall they plead in vain
With our forgetful souls?

Forbid it, God, while through our veins
The vital current rolls.

605

C. M.

E. TAYLOR.

Proper Dispositions for the Communion.

1 O, HERE, if ever, God of love,
Let strife and hatred cease,

And every thought harmonious move,
And every heart be peace.

2 Not here, where met to think on him
Whose latest thoughts were ours,
Shall mortal passions come to dim
The prayer devotion pours.