603 UNDE ET MEMORES

IO IO IO IO IO IO

William H. Monk, 1875

1. And now,

Father, mind-ful of the love That bought us, once for

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all, on Calvary's tree, And having with us Him that pleads above,

We here pre-sent, we here spread forth to Thee

That on - ly

of-fering

per-fect in Thine eyes, The one true, pure, im-mor - tal sac - ri- fice.

A-MEN.

2 Saved by that body and that holy blood,
With souls refreshed, we render thanks to God.

3 Salvation's giver, Christ, the only Son,
By His dear cross and blood the victory won.
4 Offered was He for greatest and for least,
Himself the victim, and Himself the priest.

5 He, ransomer from death, and light from shade,
Now gives His holy grace, His saints to aid.

6 Approach ye then with faithful hearts sincere,
And take the safeguard of salvation here.

7 He, that His saints in this world rules and shields,
To all believers life eternal yields,

8 With heavenly bread makes them that hunger whole,
Gives living waters to the thirsting soul.

Latin, c. 680: Tr. John M. Neale, 1851

(UNDE ET MEMORES)

3 And then for those, our dearest and our best,
By this prevailing presence we appeal;

O fold them closer to Thy mercy's breast,

O do Thine utmost for their soul's true weal;
From tainting mischief keep them white and clear,
And crown Thy gifts with strength to persevere.

4 And so we come; O draw us to Thy feet,

Most patient Saviour, Who canst love us still;
And by this food, so awful and so sweet,
Deliver us from every touch of ill:

In Thine own service make us glad and free,
And grant us never more to part with Thee.

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Frederick C. Atkinson, 1870

1. Not wor- thy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs With trem-bling hand, that

2 I am not worthy to be thought Thy child,
Nor sit the last and lowest at Thy board;
Too long a wanderer, and too oft beguiled,
I only ask one reconciling word.

3 One word from Thee, my Lord, one smile one look,
And I could face the cold, rough world again;
And with that treasure in my heart could brook
The wrath of devils and the scorn of men.

4 I hear Thy voice; Thou bid'st me come and rest;
I come, I kneel, I clasp Thy pierced feet;
Thou bid'st me take my place, a welcome guest
Among Thy saints, and of Thy banquet eat.

5 My praise can only lose itself in prayer,
My prayer can only lose itself in Thee;
Dwell Thou for ever in my heart, and there,
Lord, let me sup with Thee; sup Thou with me.

Edward H. Bickersteth, 1872

2 Here would I 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;

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The feast, though not the love, is past and gone;
The bread and wine remove, but Thou art here,
Nearer than ever, still my Shield and Sun.

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.

Horatius Bonar, 185

Hymn copyrighted, 1912, by The Century Co.

1. O Christ, withdrawn in depths di- vine

We seek Thee, and Thou art not near To break the bread and bless the wine. A-MEN.

1. Jesus, Thou joy of loving hearts, Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of men,

From the best bliss that earth imparts, We turn unfill'd to Thee a-gain. A-MEN.

2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; 3 We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread,
Thou savest those that on Thee call;
To them that seek Thee, Thou art good,
To them that find Thee, all in all!