2

3

We come to see thy face,
And banquet with our Head:

We long, we faint, we pant for thee:
And hope that with us thou wilt be.

Though base and vile we are,
Nor goodness have to bring,
We cannot well despair,
While Jesus is our King;
He welcomes all by sin oppress'd,
Upon his grace to come and feast.

With Christ we would be fed;
By faith upon him live;

We wish no other bread,

And thou hast this to give:

Lord, fill us well with this rich food,
And let us drink thy precious blood.

643.

The same.-Ps. xxviii. 9.

8.8 6

AGAIN, dear Lord, we would be fed;
We come to seek for living bread,

And feast on love divine:
Dear Father, let thy presence be
Enjoy'd by all thy family,

And make each face to shine.

2 In thee all blessings richly meet;
Come, then, and give our souls a treat,
And let us feast indeed:

O let us banquet with the King,

And love, and pray, and praise, and sing. As sons from bondage freed.

Let our needs be what they may,
Teach us how and what to pray.
4 Jesus, deign to bless us thus,
And to glory in thy cross;

Then, though men and devils roar,
We will ever thee adore

641.

Desiring to honour the Lord.-Ps. xxv. 5.

8.7.4.

JESUS, mighty God and Saviour,
Lead me forth by thy right hand,
And be it my fix'd endeavour,
To obey thy sweet command;
Let me never

At a trifling distance stand.

2 Guide, O guide me by thy Spirit;
Leave me not to walk alone;
And by faith may I inherit
The eternal Three-in-One;
And with boldness,

Make thy matchless wonders known.
3 May my soul be sweetly filled,
With the treasures of my God;
And my tongue be rightly skilled.
To proclaim thy truth abroad:
And with pleasure,

God's eternal love record.

642.

148th.

Prayer for the Presence and Blessing of Christ.—Exod xxxiii. 15.

ONCE more, dear God of grace,

Thy earthly courts we tread;

2

3

We come to see thy face,
And banquet with our Head:

We long, we faint, we pant for thee:
And hope that with us thou wilt be.

Though base and vile we are,
Nor goodness have to bring,
We cannot well despair,
While Jesus is our King;
He welcomes all by sin oppress'd,
Upon his grace to come and feast.

With Christ we would be fed;
By faith upon him live;

We wish no other bread,

And thou hast this to give:

Lord, fill us well with this rich food,
And let us drink thy precious blood.

643,

The same.-Ps. xxviii. 9.

8.8 6

AGAIN, dear Lord, we would be fed;
We come to seek for living bread,
And feast on love divine:
Dear Father, let thy presence be
Enjoy'd by all thy family,

And make each face to shine.

2 In thee all blessings richly meet;
Come, then, and give our souls a treat,
And let us feast indeed:

O let us banquet with the King,

And love, and pray, and praise, and sing. As sons from bondage freed.

7 [Thus supported we shall be More than conquerors, Lord, thro' thee: And, when every danger's past,

Live and reign with thee at last.]

646.

Hymn for a Fast-day.-Isa. lviii. 9.

C. M.

GREAT God! whose universal power
Through all the earth is known:

Who governs heaven and earth, nor sits
On a precarious throne;

2 No strange commotions on the earth,
No wars have taken place
But what were ever in thy view,
Almighty God of grace.

3 Creatures of every sort and kind,
Are all at thy control,
The God that fills immensity
Must reign from pole to pole.

4 Our wars and tumults all arise,
As the effect of sin;

Sin is the cause of all the woes
The world has felt or seen.

5 Dear Lord, we fall before thy face;
Our guilt and folly own;

And pray thee, for thy mercy's sake,
To make thy goodness known.

6 In mercy put a stop to war;
In mercy send us peace;

Nor let thy vengeance on us fall,
Almighty King of Grace.

7 Yet, Lord, whate'er thy will may be,
We pray to be resign'd;
We know thou art too wise to err,
Too good to be unkind.

647.

8. 8. 6

A Song of Praise to the Holy Three.-Rev. xix. 5

WHEN Will the happy moment come
That I shall meet my Lord at home,
And all his glory view?

Where sin no more shall vex my soul,
Nor Satan any more control,

Nor guilt shall me pursue.

2 Christ loved, and chose, and ransom'd me,
From sin and Satan set me free,
And wash'd me in his blood;
He clothed me well from top to toe,
Adorn'd me with his glory too,

And brought me home to God.

3 When such a guilty wretch as I,
Deserving nought but misery,
Shall in full glory be,

With all the blood-bought throng above,
I'll sing the riches of thy love,
Through vast eternity.

4 I'll tell the Father and the Son,
And the bless'd Spirit, Three-in-One,
I'm saved by grace divine;

And, with a strong, immortal voice,
In this One God will I rejoice,
Nor ever more repine.