XXVII. WELCOME TO THE TABLE.

This is the feast of heavenly wine

And God invites to sup;
The juices of the living vine

Were press'd to fill the cup.
Oh! bless the Saviour, ye that eat,

With royal dainties fed ;
Not heaven affords a costlier treat,

For Jesus is the bread.
The vile, the lost, he calls to them,

Ye trembling souls, appear!
The righteous in their own esteem

Have no acceptance here.
Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse

The banquet spread for you; Dear Saviour, this is welcome news,

Then I may venture too.
If guilt and sin afford a plea,

And may obtain a place,
Surely the Lord will welcome me,

And I shall see his face.

XXVIII. JESUS HASTING TO SUFFER.

The Saviour, what a noble flame

Was kindled in his breast, When hasting to Jerusalem,

He march'd before the rest !

Good-will to men and zeal for God

His every thought engross;
He longs to be baptized with blood,

He pants to reach the cross !
With all his sufferings full in view,

And woes to us unknown,
Forth to the task his spirit flew;

'Twas love that urged him on.
Lord, we return thee what we can :

Our hearts shall sound abroad
Salvation to the dying Man,

And to the rising God!
And while thy bleeding glories here

Engage our wondering eyes,
We learn our lighter cross to bear,

And hasten to the skies.

XXIX. EXHORTATION 10 PRAYER

What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy-seat!
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?

Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.

Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright ;
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
While Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Success was found on Israel's side ;
But when through weariness they fail'd,
That moment Amalek prevail’d.*
Have you no words ? Ah! think again,
Words flow

apace
when

you complain, And fill

your

fellow-creature's ear With the sad tale of all your care. Were half the breath thus vainly spent To Heaven in supplication sent, Your cheerful song would oftener be, - Hear what the Lord has done for me."

XXX. THE LIGHT AND GLORY OF THE WORD.

The Spirit breathes upon the Word,

And brings the truth to sight;
Precepts and promises afford

A sanctifying light.
A glory gilds the sacred page, ,

Majestic like the sun;
It gives a light to every age,
It gives, but borrows none.

The hand that gave it still supplies

The gracious light and heat :
His truths upon the nations rise,

They rise, but never set.
Let everlasting thanks be thine,

For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine

With beams of heavenly day.
My soul rejoices to pursue

The steps of him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view

In brighter worlds above.

XXXI. ON THE DEATH OF A MINISTER.

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His master taken from his head,

Elisha saw him go ;
And in desponding accents said,

Ah, what must Israel do ? ”
But he forgot the Lord who lifts

The beggar to the throne ;
Nor knew, that all Elijah's gifts

Will soon be made his own.
What! when a Paul has run his course,

Or when Apollos dies,
Is Israel left without resource ?

And have we no supplies ?

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Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives

We have a boundless store, And shall be fed with what he gives,

Who lives for evermore.

XXXII. THE SHINING LIGHT.

My former hopes are fled,

My terror now begins ;
I feel, alas ! that I am dead

In trespasses and sins.
Ah, whither shall I fly!

I hear the thunder roar; The law proclaims destruction nigh,

And vengeance at the door.
When I review my ways,

I dread impending doom :
But sure a friendly whisper says,

« Flee from the wrath to come.” I see, or think I sce,

A glimmering from afar;
A beam of day, that shines for me,

To save me from despair.
Forerunner of the sun,*

It marks the Pilgrim's way; I'll gaze upon it while I run, And watch the rising day.