4 No more, O Satan, thee I fear;
O world, thy charms I now despise ;
For Christ Himself is with me here,
My joy, my life, my Paradise!

C.M.

[T. B. BROWNE.]

1005 The Lord's table.—1 Cor. x. 21.

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JESUS Christ, the Holy One,
I long to be with Thee;

O Jesus Christ, the lowly One,
Come and abide with me.

2 Now while the symbols of Thy love
Before Thy saints are set,
And Thou descending from above,
Their yearning hearts hast met ;

3 Come, and o'ershadow with Thy power
This lonely heart of mine,

And feed me in this solemn hour
With Thine own bread and wine.

4 My meat indeed-my drink indeed-
Art Thou, my gracious Lord;
Help Thou my soul by faith to feed
On this Thy precious word;

5 Till nourished, strengthened, satisfied,
My glad and thankful heart
Forgets the things Thou hast denied
In those Thou dost impart.

IO IO IO IO.

H. BONAR.

1006 I will not drink henceforth of this fruit of

the vine, until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom.—Matthew xxvį. 29.

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ERE, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;
Here I would touch and handle things

unseen;

Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal grace,
And all my weariness upon Thee lean.

2 Here I would 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 This is the hour of banquet and of song,

This is the heavenly table, spread for me; Here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong The brief, bright hour of fellowship with Thee. 4 Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear; The feast, though not the love, is passed and gone;

The bread and wine remove, but Thou art here, Nearer than ever, still my shield and sun. 5 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.

CHRISTIAN MISSIONS.

L.M.

G. W. DOANE.*

1007 Lift up a standard for the people.-Isa.lxii. 10.

I LING out the banner! let it float

FLING

Skyward and seaward, high and wide;
Fling out the banner of the cross,

The cross on which the Saviour died.

2 Fling out the banner! angels bend,
In anxious silence, o'er the sign;
And vainly seek to comprehend
The wonders of the love divine.

3 Fling out the banner! heathen lands
Shall see from far the glorious sight,
And nations, crowding to be born,
Baptize their spirits in its light.

4 Fling out the banner! let it float
Skyward and seaward, high and wide;
Our glory only in the cross;

Our only hope the Crucified.

5 Fling out the banner! wide and high,
Seaward and skyward let it shine;
Nor skill, nor might, nor merit ours;
We conquer only in that sign.

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HEBER.

1008 They shall come from the east and from the

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west.-Luke xiii. 29.

ROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,

FRO

Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand,
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Java's isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain, with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen, in his blindness,

Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Can we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?

Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learned Messiah's name.

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story;
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole;
Till, o'er our ransomed nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss return to reign.

L.M.

MONTGOMERY.

1009 I will pour...my Spirit upon all flesh.

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Acts ii. 17.

SPIRIT of the living God,
In all Thy plenitude of grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race.

2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love
To preach the reconciling word;
Give power and unction from above,
Whene'er the joyful sound is heard.
3 Be darkness, at Thy coming, light;
Confusion, order in Thy path;
Souls without strength inspire with might;
Bid mercy triumph over wrath.

4 O Spirit of the Lord, prepare

All the round earth her God to meet;
Breathe Thou abroad like morning air,
Till hearts of stone begin to beat.

5 Baptize the nations, far and nigh,
The triumphs of the cross record;
The name of Jesus glorify,

Till every

kindred call Him Lord.

2 This was compassion like a God,
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was His blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

3 Now, though He reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great;
Well He remembers Calvary,
Nor let His saints forget.

4 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we His death record;

And with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

L.M.

MONTGOMERY.

997 The communion of the body of Christ.

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I Cor. x., 16.

OMMUNION of my Saviour's blood,
In Him to have my lot and part ;

Co

To prove the virtue of that flood

Which burst on Calvary from His heart;
2 To feed by faith on Christ my bread,
His body broken on the tree;
To live in Him my living Head,
Who died and rose again for me;
3 This be my joy and comfort here,
This pledge of future glory mine.
Jesus, in spirit now appear,

And break the bread and

pour

the wine. 4 From Thy dear hand I receive may The tokens of Thy dying love; And, while I feast on earth, believe That I shall feast with Thee above. 5 Ah! there, though in the lowest place, Thee at Thy table could I meet, And see Thee, know Thee, face to face, For such a moment death were sweet.