And, surely such a scene as this remembrance well may wake

Of Him, the meek and lowly One, who suffered for their sake

Of Him who was rejected and despised by mortal prideOf Him who taught the multitudes upon the mountain side

And said: "Rejoice, when men revile and brand your names with scorn;

Rejoice in persecutions that for My name's sake are borne: Thus did they ever persecute the saints in days gone by, But be exceeding glad, for great is your reward on high."

Bound by a holy charm,

We pass'd through raging sea,
And 'neath a mighty arm

Burst chains of slavery.

Let us His praise unfold,
Who our avenger came;
And, robed in pureness, hold
The festal of the Lamb.

He for our souls did bleed;
Oh, then, in holy love,

Upon Him let us feed,

And live to God above.

Christ is our sacrifice,

The Lamb come down from high,

Death's angel dread descries

His blood, and passes by.

Oh, Victim, worthy heaven,

Of death the victory;

Who chains of hell hath riven,

And borne her gates away:

From jaws of death's dark tomb,
He bursts into the light,
And opes beyond the gloom,
The heavenly infinite.

Grant us with Thee to die,

That we, with Thee may rise,
And build our home on high,
With Thee, beyond the skies.

Praise Father, praise the Son,
Who leadst to starry homes;
Praise Spirit, three in One,

From whom all mercy comes.

Communion of my Saviour's blood,
In Him to have my lot and part,
To prove the virtue of that blood,

Which burst on Calvary from His heart.

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:

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.

From Thy dear hand may I receive

The tokens of Thy dying love; And while I feast on earth, believe That I shall feast with Thee above.

Ah! here, though in the lowest place,
Thee at Thy table may I meet,
And see Thee, know Thee, face to face,
For such a moment death were sweet.

What, then, will their fruition be,

Who meet in heaven with blest accord?

A moment?-no, eternity!

They are forever with the Lord.

In the hour of trial,
Jesus, pray for me;
Lest, by base denial,

I depart from Thee.
When Thou seest me waver,
With a look recall,

Nor, for fear or favor,

Suffer me to fall.

With its witching pleasures,

Would this vain world charm,

Or, its sordid treasures,

Spread, to work me harm;
Bring to my remembrance

Sad Gethsemane,

Or, in the darker semblance,

Cross-crowned Calvary.

If, with sore affliction,
Thou in love chastise,
Pour Thy benediction

On the sacrifice;
Then, upon Thine altar,

Freely offer'd up,

Though the flesh may falter,

Faith shall drink the cup.

When, in dust and ashes,
To the grave I sink,
While heaven's glory flashes
O'er the shelving brink,
On Thy truth relying,

Through that mortal strife,

Lord, receive me, dying,

To eternal life.

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CHAPTER IX.

THE TRUE BELIEVER REMEMBERING CHRIST AT

THE COMMUNION TABLE.

WHAT, my friend, are the ministers of Christ, at whose hand you are now about to receive the emblems of our Saviour's love and passion? "Let a man," says the apostle, "so account of us as of the ministers of Christ, and stewards of the mysteries of God. Now, then, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God did beseech you by us; we pray you, in Christ's stead, be ye reconciled to God." Were not this exalted office so distinctly and unequivocally delineated and enjoined, it would be the very height of unpardonable and blasphemous presumption in any man to assume such a position between the high and holy Sovereign of the universe, and His accountable and guilty creatures. But such being the duties which ministers are called upon to discharge, in dependence upon the gracious guidance and help